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

Chapter 412 There are no good people in the Kujo family! 3
"what is this?"

The woman placed a small, embroidered box on the stone table without making a sound, and Songzhi Muzi glanced at it curiously.

The small box is made of cloud-patterned satin and is exquisitely packaged.

Even in the shadows, there is a beautiful sense of light.

"These are handmade items from the mountains, they're not worth much, you can keep them."

Maki Takeda rested her chin on her hand, looking somewhat bored, and seemed to casually toss something away.

"Made by Yamate?"

Miss Mu had never heard of this name before. When she opened the box, she found a shiny hairpin.

The hairpin has a golden-yellow white daisy at the end, with gold threads along the edge, making it especially beautiful under the light.

"Why are you giving me this?"

The hairpin is not large, especially the hairpin shaft, which is very thin and looks like it would break if you just broke it.

This hairpin is more for decoration than practical use.

Miss Mu thought to herself.

Consider it compensation for taking your boyfriend away.

The woman's words were neither warm nor cold, and Miss Mu was stunned.

Maki Takeda's tone was so pitying, almost like she was giving alms, as if she were saying...

'I'll take your boyfriend, but you can trade him for this hairpin that looks really expensive.'

Holding the hairpin.

Miss Mu felt like a country bumpkin girl in a melodramatic TV series, whose boyfriend was bought by a handsome city boss at a high price.

"No."

The girl frowned; she had no intention of accepting something that was practically charity.

"Keep it."

The girl made it clear that it was a misunderstanding, and the wife glanced at herself and maintained a strong tone, even when she was delivering the gift.

Consider it an apology.

Is it compensation or an apology?

The two words have completely different meanings.

Songzhi Muzi looked at the alluring woman with some confusion.

"She hurt you last time, and she herself is somewhat bothered by it."

The woman gently patted the girl's head. Such a sunny and innocent little girl—no one could dislike her too much.

"care."

Songzhi Muzi pinched the hairpin that was probably an apology gift and noticed that the cold and beautiful woman's expression was a little awkward.

"I did it with Longchuan Che."

Awkward, blushing, a slight sense of embarrassment.

Takeda Maki turned her head away.

"I also share half the blame."

It's probably that feeling of cheating on your boyfriend and feeling ashamed afterwards.

Miss Muzi watched as a faint blush appeared on the glacier.

"She's easier to get along with than I expected."

The girl whispered these words, and the Executive Vice President blushed even more.

The Takeda family has come over, and he's having a passionate affair with his girlfriend.

Long Chuanche knew nothing about these things; he was currently looking around at what was supposedly his childhood room.

"It's not small at all!"

Just like a girl who looks slim and slender but has a pair of big breasts when she takes off her clothes.

Long Chuanche was unaware when he was brought here, and when the door was opened, he simply entered the house.

But once you open it...

The room is spacious and bright.

The bamboo curtains around the room were rolled up, making this place more like a Taoist temple than a room.

On the wall hang two famous works of the Kano school: "Eagle Standing on a Pine Tree" and "Eight Lions Watching Over Us".

Many calligraphy scrolls are hung around the room, including the original calligraphy of the monk Ikkyu, which was discussed by Ryukawa Tetsu and Ono Taro.

The Buddhist realm is easy to enter, but the demonic realm is hard to find.

Also included are works by famous calligraphers and painters, and ancient classics.

This place is less a room and more an alternative space for classical literature.

You seem a little surprised.

As Tatsukawa Tetsu was standing in a daze beneath the original Ikkyu painting, a middle-aged man's voice suddenly came from behind the ajar door.

Ryukawa Tetsu glanced back and saw it was the potato minister who had been exiled to Hokkaido.

"Returning to a familiar place inevitably brings surprises."

Long Chuanche looked around.

This room is more expensive than luxurious.

The antiques and calligraphy were almost all of museum quality, and one piece of cursive script of the Classic of Filial Piety signed by He Zhizhang made Long Chuanche's eyelids twitch.

"I was quite surprised when I first came here."

Many of the things in Longchuan Che's room were things that money couldn't buy.

Whether it's those two masterpieces of the Kano school or the genuine Tang Dynasty cursive script work laid out by the boy.
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Confucius was sitting, and Zengzi was in attendance. Confucius said, “The former kings possessed supreme virtue and essential principles, which enabled them to govern the world in harmony, so that the people lived in peace and there was no resentment between superiors and inferiors. Do you know these?”

A single character in He Zhizhang's calligraphy once sold for 2106 million yen, and the value of this two-thousand-character Chengzhang cursive script scroll in the hands of Longchuan Che is immeasurable.

What's so surprising?

He Zhizhang's calligraphy was breathtaking, rivaling the wonders of nature. Long Chuanche raised an eyebrow and asked.

"I was surprised by how much your father doted on you when you were a child, and I was surprised by how much he always cared for you."

Imamura Yukawa looked around and walked to the rolled-up bamboo curtain.

Ryukawa Tetsu's house stands alone on a piled-up gray stone platform, with the silhouette of Mount Fuji visible through the window. The exceptionally high platform gives the Kujo family a sense of overlooking everything.

"spoil?"

Ryukawa Tetsu smiled wryly, thinking that Imamura Yuukawa probably had no idea what it was like to live in an attic.

Compared to this room where taking anything out would cause a sensation, the attic, where the room would creak and rattle whenever someone went up or down the stairs, occupied most of Long Chuanche's life.

Longchuan Che put down the calligraphy copybook and walked to the bamboo curtain.

The view in the distance is expansive, and the various pedestrians coming and going look like ants.

“My father asked me to bring this to you.”

The man handed over a small notebook with the words "Brief Biography" written on it.

The handwriting was so familiar that all Long Chuanche could hear was the pounding of his own heart.

“This is…” Long Chuanche’s throat was a little dry.

"mine?"

"My two words are somewhat unbelievable," Imamura Yukawa raised an eyebrow.

"Of course it's yours." Imamura Yukawa stuffed what was probably a diary into Ryukawa Tetsu's arms, then said something rather strange.

"Weren't you famous for your outstanding memory when you were a child? How come you don't recognize your own things anymore?"

Exceptional memory, identical handwriting.

Even without opening the document, Tatsukawa Tetsuya was already able to confirm some things.

"But how did I do that? I have absolutely no memory of anything from my childhood."

With this question in mind, Tatsukawa Toru opened the book.
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On the fifth day of the fifth month of the first year of the Heisei era, about half a year after my birth, I was certain that I couldn't, like Shakyamuni, point one finger to the sky and one finger to the earth and say, "Above and below heaven, I alone am supreme."
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The structure of Shakyamuni Buddha should be quite different from mine.

"Anything else?"

As soon as he opened the first page, Tatsukawa Tetsu closed the diary.

It turns out that even Teacher Longchuan would feel embarrassed if his dark past was discovered.

It's shameful to study Shakyamuni.

But then again, is a diary really something that respectable people should write?

"There's one more thing I'd like to ask you."

What he was holding in his hand was either a dark history or a diary.

Ryukawa Toru gave Imamura Yuukawa a strange look.

This potato minister has caused me trouble time and time again, and now he actually has the nerve to ask me for help.

"What do you want from me?"

A sneer appeared on Long Chuanche's face.

Then he saw the potato minister say with a serious expression:
"Please, marry my daughter."

(End of this chapter)