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

Chapter 405: Childhood Sweethearts
"That's you, of course it looks like you."

Ryukawa Tetsu's sarcastic remark made Matsue Muko roll her eyes.

That little boy was Long Chuanche; no one knew him better than her.

When she was little, no one lived at her house, so Long Chuanche often came to their house.

The photo was taken with a Polaroid camera. Ryukawa Toru was dressed in a gorgeous outfit and looked very proud, while Miss Muzi had her hair tied in a ponytail and looked adorable.

"That was not what I meant."

The girl looked a little disgusted, while Ryukawa Tetsu frowned, sensing something was wrong.

What he meant by "likeness" was not physical appearance, but a feeling.

"For example, the same character '永' (yong) can be interpreted differently by some people, with the left side being smaller and the right side larger, or by others with the left side being smaller and the left side being more sparse."

Longchuan Che tried to explain using calligraphy that the 'Little Longchuan' in the photo was exactly the same as him now in terms of temperament, demeanor, and expressions.

"It's as if the same person wrote the same character '永' (yong), whether it's the strokes or the inner spirit, they are exactly the same."

Longchuan Che was a little confused, as were the Songzhi family members.

"Is the sports department now going to study calligraphy and classical Chinese studies?"

Matsue Toshiwaka quietly nudged his wife and whispered something in secret.

"I do not know."

Mrs. Matsueda also looked at Tatsukawa Tetsuya in surprise.

Compared to being exhausted in the morning, Tatsukawa Toru is a completely different person when talking about literature and art.

Confident and flamboyant, she possesses a captivating charm that draws attention.

The couple looked at Ryukawa Tetsu in surprise, while Matsue Moko kicked the boy under the table.

"What are you doing?"

The boy suddenly stared blankly at the photo, which puzzled Miss Mu.

The boy's words were like proving that 'I' am 'me'.

It seems absurd and unbelievable.

"nothing."

Long Chuanche smiled slightly.

The photograph that Mrs. Matsuochi showed him sparked some interesting speculations in him.

Just as no two '永' characters are exactly the same, the same aura and spirit can only come from the same person.

"I just suddenly realized I'm pretty handsome."

Longchuan Che waved the photo in front of the girl, and Miss Muzi suddenly felt that the boy was in a good mood.

Like warm sunlight, like willows floating on the water.

"nerve."

The girl suddenly blushed, turned her face away, and cursed at Long Chuanche.

The people at the dinner table were confused by the insults, except for Songzhi Muzi's mother, who glanced at Longchuan Tetsu with surprise.

"Eat, eat."

The woman smiled and waved her hand, ignoring the incident during the meal.

Breakfast was neither salty nor bland.

My appetite wasn't as good as I'd expected after exercising.

After taking a shower at Matsue's house, Tatsukawa Tetsu received clean clothes from Matsue Moko.

“It’s my brother’s; he’s never worn it.”

It was a jersey with the number 24. Tatsukawa Tetsu didn't know which player wore number 24, but it had the word "LAKERS" written on it.

"Aren't there any others?"

Longchuan Che took it and put it on in the bathroom; he looked strange wearing this oversized sweatshirt.

It was so strange that he felt he should go run two laps on the basketball court, so strange that Songzhi Muzi wanted to laugh, but quickly wiped the corners of her mouth.

"This is all we have!"

The girl said with a stern face.

Two people who have just broken up shouldn't be laughing and joking.

"Alright alright."

In the sweltering summer heat, wearing loose-fitting jerseys was refreshing. After taking a shower, Tatsukawa Tetsu sat down in the backyard with Matsuji Muko.

Mrs. Songzhi brought over two plates of watermelon, while Muzi's father read the newspaper under the eaves.

The backyard of the Song family has a leisurely and relaxed atmosphere. The black cat wags its tail under the shade of the tree, basking in the warm summer sun.

"Training is over just like that?"

After eating the watermelon sprinkled with fine salt, Tatsukawa Tetsu felt that the Matsue family was nothing special.

Morning training is tiring, but once you get through it, it's back to normal family life.

The boy, as usual, started to look smug, and the girl glanced at him.

"My father is going to play basketball at the Yamanashi gym later." Seeing the obvious stiffness on Tatsukawa Toru's face, Matsue Moko finally couldn't help but laugh.

“But those are all my father’s volleyball team friends, we don’t need to go.”

You're too incompetent, you don't need to go.

Seeing the girl's expression, Long Chuanche breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you tell me about your childhood?"

While eating the chilled watermelon, Tatsuki suddenly became curious about their childhood.

Osamu Dazai's short poems, just like those of a little brat.

Longchuan Tetsu felt he was getting closer and closer to an incredible conclusion.

"Things from your childhood?"

Mu Zi looked at Long Chuanche with a strange expression, thought for a moment, and said:
"do not you remember?"

Not only do I not remember, I have absolutely no recollection of it.

"It was too young, I've forgotten about it."

Long Chuan Che admitted for the first time that he had a bad memory, which earned him another eye roll from the girl.

"asshole."

The girl muttered a curse under her breath, then thought for a moment and said:

"When you were a child, right?"

Miss Mu glanced at Tatsukawa Tetsu, as if she was carefully choosing her words.

"It's quite strange."

When the girl finally came to this conclusion, Long Chuanche's face darkened.

"Just telling the truth."

Songzhi Muzi snorted and put the watermelon in her mouth.

“You never play with people your own age. Your favorite thing to do is go fishing in Lake Kawaguchi with a fishing rod that's much bigger than you.”

“Kindergarten? Fishing?” Longchuan Che gestured, completely unable to imagine a four or five-year-old boy carrying a bucket to the lake to fish.

"Hmm." Songzhi Muzi gave him a look that said, "See? I told you you're a strange kid."

"He always reads Buddhist scriptures and claims that he would have been a living Buddha in ancient times."

The girl got more and more excited as she talked, but Longchuan Che had no desire to listen anymore.

What Matsue Mokuko said was a manifestation of precocious psychology; even Prince Shotoku wasn't that exaggerated.

"I don't play with other kids, so why do we know each other?"

Longchuan Che chose to change the subject, and Songzhi Muzi was stunned when she heard his words.

"this."

The girl looked a little embarrassed, and Matsueda Toshiyuki, who was reading a book next to her, put down his newspaper and glanced at the two of them.

“At that time, Yang Xue and I were very busy with work, and her brother was also attending a boarding school.”

The man put down his newspaper, revealing a warm and grateful expression.

"Mu Zi was introverted and afraid of the dark when she was little. It's all thanks to you that you often came to play with her."

A precocious boy and an introverted, lonely girl in the class.

"So I'm a good person after all."

Longchuan Che was surprised.

In Matsueda Toshiyuki's own words, he is a completely helpful and cheerful child.

'It's not as strange as you say.'

Ryukawa Tetsu looked at Matsushige Moko with that kind of gaze.

"It was good when I was a child."

The girl looked at Long Chuanche with a smile, her face saying, "Don't forget what you've done."

"If I make a mistake, you can sentence me to a life without a wife," Longchuan Che prepared to reply to the girl with this witty remark.

"Tetsuya-kun."

Just as Long Chuanche was about to speak, Mu Zi's mother waved to him from behind.

"Could you please come and help me?"

Long Chuanche put down the watermelon and walked over, then heard the scariest thing he had heard all day.

"Tetsuya-kun is Atetsu, right?"

At that time, Songzhi Muzi's mother was holding a kitchen knife used for killing fish.

Red liquid flowed down the blade onto the ground.

"I've been wanting to meet you for a long time."

As the woman said those words with a smile, Long Chuanche began to break out in a cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)