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

Chapter 390: The girl's skirt held up all the sunshine and tenderness of midsummer 1
The sun sets in the east and rises in the west.

As the monk Hongping said, when he brought him back, the burning sun fell from behind him.

But the same sun had just risen before Long Chuanche and his companions.

July 3rd was the day the Frank Fiction Prize was awarded.

"Archer, are you sure you're okay with this?"

The sky was still barely light, and the sound of the ocean waves could be heard.

Longchuan Che put his head on the girl's shoulder and let her lead him forward.

Outside the window was the gray-black sea, and above my head was a sign that read "Malahaide Hotel".

Having sneaked out early in the morning, Long Chuanche raised his eyelids slightly.

"what is the relationship?"

Long Chuanche twitched his nose.

The Frank Fiction Prize will be awarded today, and Tatsukawa and his group arrived in Ireland last night.

The couple lived in Dublin, but Tatsukawa Tetsu took his girlfriend dozens of kilometers north to see the sea.

Malahaide, a place mentioned in Tatsukawa Tetsu's novel.

"The awards ceremony is in six hours. Is it really a good idea for us to come out and have fun now?"

Songzhi Muzi frowned slightly. Her boyfriend had brought her to Malahaide on a whim, but his important moment was about to begin.

Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award.

Many people go through life without ever receiving recognition from a literary award, yet her boyfriend takes her out to play at this time.

Songzhi Muzi looked out the window with an expression that seemed to say, "Can't you be a little more reliable?"

"It's fine."

Ryukawa Tetsu lifted his head off his girlfriend's shoulder.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the sound of the waves outside the hotel had a profound quality.

Salty seawater erodes the reefs, and the rolling waves reveal a faint white turbidity on the outside.

"It only takes two hours to see the sunrise, and as long as we get back to Dublin before eight o'clock, we will have no problem."

Long Chuanche smiled broadly. He rarely spent time with his girlfriend, so he had to take her out for some fun since they rarely got to go out together.

"Muko is going to run off with Imamura in a couple of days, so if I don't hurry, I won't have another chance to be alone with you."

When I was in England, my wife and the others were with me. In a couple of days, Songzhi Muzi will be leaving again.

Long Chuan Che clicked his tongue, wondering if the two of them were a little too busy.
"You're the one who ran away."

The girl blushed slightly, pushed away the boy's face that was leaning towards her, and opened the window at the end of the corridor.

The Malahide Beach Hotel where the two stayed was located on the edge of a steep cliff.

Looking out the door towards the sea, I saw several couples gathered on the rooftop waiting for the sunrise.

"A lot of people."

Songzhi Muzi was somewhat surprised to find that there were quite a few people on the hotel's rooftop terrace besides them.

There were young couples and elderly couples, with one couple with a child standing out.

Two chairs were pulled out from the corner, and this simple terrace seemed to be a perfect spot for a view.

"I told you, there are romantic love stories here."

Ryukawa Tetsu smiled. A while ago, Takeda Akane kept pestering him to come over, so he decided to bring Matsue Moko here to take a look.

Songzhi Muzi blushed and turned her head away. After Longchuan Che put the chair down, she sat down awkwardly.

The sea breeze brought a touch of dampness and chill, so the two pulled their chairs closer together.

"What will Archer do after the awards ceremony?"

While waiting for the sunrise, Songzhi Muzi swung her toes.

The girl's skirt brushed against Long Chuanche's hand and swayed slightly as the boy and girl chatted casually.

"Is the awards ceremony over?"

Longchuan Che thought for a moment.

After the Frank Prize for Fiction, there is the Kafka Prize, but that prize is still two weeks away, and there is no strict requirement for him to attend.

"I might go back to China."

Long Chuanche told the truth.

The best time to win the Frank Fiction Prize is now.

It enjoys high international recognition and attracts significant public attention.

At this point, he suggested discussing the retranslation of *The Tale of Genji* with someone in China. Tatsukawa Toru sneered.

"You're smiling like a bad guy."

The girl gave a disgusted look and poked Longchuan Che's face.

"Am I not a bad person?"

Longchuan Che raised an eyebrow.

Many people in Japan now regard him as a monstrous threat.

Longchuan Che was only seen as a fellow traveler and partner by some people; most people still regarded him as a 'bad guy'.

"Hey, you're not allowed to talk about my boyfriend like that."

Songzhi Muzi poked her boyfriend's head, thought for a moment, and then said:

"Archer is a good person to me."

Simple-minded people tend to categorize others as good or bad. Longchuan Che smiled but didn't say anything.

"Actually, I originally planned to spend the summer with Archer."

As the horizon begins to lighten, the sunrise over Malahide is truly breathtaking.

A red glow shone through the sky, the gentle light like the soft brushstrokes of a painter, dotting the seeds of a fan of light at the edge of the field of vision.

"with me?"

Longchuan Che raised an eyebrow, somewhat fantasizing about that scene.

The girl showed off her beautiful bust line, and the two of them watched a movie together on the rooftop in the summer, holding watermelons.

Songzhi Muzi would leave her scent on her pajamas, and he would.
"What are you thinking about?"

The girl waved her hand in front of Long Chuanche's eyes, interrupting his chaotic thoughts.

"Thinking."

Long Chuanche's eyes darted around. Of course, he couldn't say he wanted to smell his girlfriend's scent at this moment.

"I wonder what we'll be like when we get to their point of understanding."

Long Chuanche pointed to the family of three next to him, and then to the elderly couple.

Under the same sunlight, there are several different forms of life.

Marry, have children, grow old.

What do you want?

Songzhi Muzi smiled, and the slowly rising sun cast a beautiful glow on the tip of the girl's nose.

"Thinking about having five or six children?"

Long Chuanche's casual remark made his girlfriend blush deeply.

Songzhi Muzi is simple and innocent, naive to the ways of the world, and has a beauty like the fresh morning light that has just been washed clean.

"Archer".

The girl wiggled her feet and looked at her boyfriend with some hesitation.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

The girl's eyes were fixed intently on the scene, and the sunlight falling into her pupils created beautiful arcs of light.

"What do you want to say?"

Long Chuanche thought for a moment, and realized that girls usually want to hear nice things at this time.

"You smell like sunshine."

Longchuan Che thought for a moment, and then suddenly blurted out this sentence.

"what is this?"

The girl rolled her eyes. Her boyfriend was acting strangely; lately, he kept burying his nose in her neck.

Hold your breath, then breathe.

It always makes her neck itchy.

Hermann Hesse once said, "I want nothing more than to be thoroughly exposed to the sun."

The girl didn't understand what Tatsumi Ryukawa was saying, but it probably meant that he liked her a lot.

Miss Muzi squinted her eyes cutely, then took out a delicate purse from behind her.

"This is for you, Archer."

The girl said this as the morning sun rose.

(End of this chapter)