Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 359: The War between Uncle and Niece
Everything that we didn’t get as a child seems to have a different color in our life.

Parents put the toys back on the shelves and the clothes they had longed to see on TV.

Those things in the memory are like amber buried in the sand, which will sparkle at some unexpected moment.

"Longchuan.Che?"

Sitting at the door of the old library, the girl looked a little dazed.

In her hand was the same camera as the one in Longchuan Che's pocket. As the crabapple blossoms passed by the warm Irish breeze, all the recent details emerged in her mind.

The memory seems to start from leaving Yamanakako.

My mother suddenly came back from Izu and told me that I could go to Tokyo.

"So sudden?"

I felt a little happy at that time, but when I looked at the empty room under the stairs, I felt a little lost.

"Where's Ryukawa Toru?"

This is what I asked my mother at that time.

"I guess he'll stay here forever. After all, writers aren't picky about places."

The wife's expression was a little unnatural at the time, and Takeda Akane raised her eyebrows.

"You are such a loser. You still want to stay in our house even though you are an adult."

The memory was interrupted for a moment here, and then the scene of the youth appreciation came back.

"Xiao Qian likes Archer, right?"

I was completely stunned at that time because the person who said this was Matsueda Muko, the girlfriend of Ryukawa Toru.

"Only Muzi would like him."

I was smiling at that time, thinking that they were worthy of being boyfriend and girlfriend, and that there was something wrong with their brains.

"But everyone goes to listen to Archer's story, except Akane."

During the Youth Appreciation Festival, Ryukawa Che told the story of "Love Letter" every night.

The story between Fujimoto Tree and Fujimoto Tree, letters sent to heaven.

That was the time when Ryuukawa Tetsu was most popular.

Every night, we would sit around the stove and make tea, and everyone would gather around Longchuan Che with snacks.

"Because I hate him."

At that time, I was fiddling with my hair and felt a little impatient with this girl who came to the gym to exercise with me every day.

Pine branches are sunny and beautiful.

At that time, she was a little confused as to why Longchuan Che chose such a stupid girlfriend.

"Young Mu Ai is like the sun hiding in the drizzle. Sometimes when you say you hate someone, it's not because you really hate them, but because you want to make yourself look special."

At that time, Matsueda Muko would stare at me with those amber eyes and say some strange things. I also felt that this friend, who I had a good impression of in the past, had become a little annoying.

"Only you would treasure that kind of person."

At that time, I left the gym in a hurry and only completed half of my usual routine exercises.

"Anything else? Anything else?"

The fragments of memory were retrieved bit by bit, and Takeda Akane sat at the door of the old library and casually plucked a crabapple flower.

The crabapple has white flowers that glow dazzlingly under the scorching sun.

The light shone on the girl's face and her memory went back to last night.

Arriving in Dublin from Tokyo, her heart snapped and broke into two the moment she stepped into room 402.

There was a white cake on the table, with traces of the boy's handwriting on the side.

"Aunt Zhenfei, are you there?"

At that time, I was holding the boy's manuscript, and the following words were written on it.
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He said, I love you.
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I'm not lying, I know the answer.
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Unexpectedly, a gust of wind came from nowhere and froze the three words into white crystal.
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The words, frozen as white crystals, kept blowing past and past.

I was particularly touched by this passage when I read it, especially when someone answered it in the bathroom.

"Xiao Qian, Auntie, Auntie is taking a bath."

A hazy light shone through the frosted glass of the bathroom, and my aunt’s voice was a little hard to control.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I wanted to talk to you."

At that time, I was standing at the door, eating bite after bite of the bitter cake, and I could hear the sound of ice crystals shattering in my heart.
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Ice tears flow down in this distant and cold Antarctica, in this cold bedroom.

At that time, I just thought how well Longchuan Che wrote this passage, he might really become a great writer.

"It's too late, Xiao Qian." The sound of a woman and a man making out came from the bathroom. The gurgling sound of water could not cover up the flames of desire.

"How about tomorrow? Auntie is a little tired tonight."

I ran out before my aunt finished speaking because I was a little afraid of the noise inside.

Why are you scared? Because you guessed the other person inside?
At that time, I didn’t dare to think about it too much.

"Why did you come out of Auntie's room?"

This is what Takeda Akane, who had been squatting at the door for a long time, asked the boy.

There was an incomprehensible, casual tenderness between the boy's brows, and he raised his eyebrows at himself at that time.

"none of your business!"

The boy sneered at herself without hesitation. Takeda Akane remembered that he used to be very well behaved.

He is so obedient that he will never reject me, and I think he will always follow me.

"Disgusting! Shameless!"

The girl was furious. She clearly remembered her mother saying that such a thing was not allowed.

"You tell her."

At that time, Longchuan Che glanced at him indifferently and asked his mother who walked out of the room to explain to him.

Takeda Akane heard her say that her mother was the person she cherished most in her life.

"It's nothing, actually."

My mother's eyes were a little evasive.

"It's just the age difference after all."

Although only one night had passed, Takeda Akane felt that the words were a little unclear.

“It’s not a question of age.”

Takeda Akane opened her mouth and her voice was a little hoarse.

She stood at the door of Hotel 401, finding it difficult to describe her feelings at that moment.

It was like the heart was pierced by pain, and then there was a moment of imperceptible joy.

For young people, parents are powerful.

It came from being crushed to pieces by my own mother because of my rejection when I was ten years old.

The amber buried in the memory was dug out bit by bit by the girl.

There was joy when leaving Yamanakako and hearing that Ryukawa Tetsu would stay at home, but there was also panic when being exposed by Matsueda Muko.

"Is it still too late?"

Holding the crabapple blossom, a hint of shyness appeared on the girl's face.

The unattainable things in my youth now seem to have a crack.

She listened to her mother so much that she didn't think much after she turned ten.

The youthful love that grew out of long-term companionship took root and sprouted in the pain of last night.

She didn't want Ryuukawa Toru to leave Yamanakako, and she didn't want him to hide in the room with her.

All the things I didn't want were torn apart after my mother said "it's okay" last night.

"Auntie can do it, so can I."

Waiting for Longchuan Tetsu in the old library, the girl was holding a white crabapple flower in her hand.

The hopeless love seems to have taken a turn for the better at this moment.

She seemed a little flustered when Longchuan Tetsu was about to come out of the library.

The scorching sun made sweat flow on her forehead, and her light makeup was a little smudged.

"Is it still too late?"

Takeda Akane rummaged through her small bag and realized she didn't have any makeup.

"You still have time."

The girl bit her finger and used the bright red liquid to apply lip makeup on herself.

"You still have time."

The girl repeated the words once more, and the crimson liquid dyed the crabapple blossom into a rose.

(End of this chapter)