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

Chapter 427 Akane Takeda's clash with the young lady: A beautiful girl's defeat (Part 1)
It was the height of summer, and the sun was intense and scorching.

The clear sky is reflected in the waters of Lake Yamanaka, and the two-story house on the slope above is covered with lush green grapes.

Grapes sprout in spring, are pollinated in May and June, and ripen from July to September.

Mrs. Takeda, who was cleaning the room on the second-floor balcony, spoke to the grapes below.

"Xiaoqian".

The woman's voice was melodious and charming, as if carrying a moist mist.

"Wash the taro on the water platform, we'll have bako noodles for dinner tonight."

Bo-tuo noodles, a specialty of Yamanashi Prefecture. Something swayed under the shade of grapevines, but made no sound.

"This kid."

The wife leaned against the second-floor window, noticing her daughter acting strangely lately.

He doesn't like to eat, is often silent, and even his favorite summer festivals are spent at home in a daze.

Staring at the direction where the fireworks bloom, I often don't know what I'm thinking.

Is he going through puberty?

Thinking this, the wife turned over the quilt that Long Chuanche had hung out to dry on the windowsill and said again.

"Your brother will be back soon too."

The woman's words caused a stir under the shade of the trees, and after a while, a figure emerged from under the grapevines.

The girl looked a little listless, the intense sunlight shining on her innocent little face.

Why did he come back?

Akane Takeda said in a somewhat cold tone.

"What are you saying?" The lady flicked Long Chuanche's quilt with a bamboo stick, humming a little tune as she spoke:

"This is his home, of course he has to come back."

The mother hummed a song, seemingly indifferent, while Akane Takeda walked expressionlessly to the water feature in the courtyard and rolled up her sleeves.

A few dark taro roots were placed in a basin of cool well water. Yawata taro is a specialty of the Nishi-Yawata area of ​​Kai City. Its sticky texture makes it a good match for bato noodles.

Akane Takeda seemed to be in a bad mood, and she washed the taro very slowly.

When the wife came downstairs to help, the words "bastard" and "go to hell" could be faintly heard.

"What's wrong with you, child?"

Takako Takeda pulled her daughter aside and started cleaning the taro that the girl had messed up.

Akane Takeda chopped the less-than-ideal taro into pieces, leaving only a few usable pieces.

"It's because your brother got engaged that you're in a bad mood."

The wife cleaned up the messed-up taro, peeling off the skin of the dark taro in clear water to reveal its slippery body.

The woman asked with a smile, but Akane Takeda's heart skipped a beat.

"No."

The girl quickly shifted her gaze to the grapevines beside her and said with a hint of complaint:
"He didn't even tell me about something this big beforehand. It feels like he doesn't respect his mother at all."

Not only do they disregard your mother, they practically treat her like dirt.

The wife sighed, then asked directly:
Do you like him?

Mrs. Takeda asked directly, and Akane Takeda was taken aback.

Why did Mother say that?

Picking up the taro, Akane Takeda began to wash it carefully, letting the slippery taro roll around in her hands.

The wife blushed slightly as she looked at her daughter's beautiful face.

"That day you"

The woman hesitated for a long time, then her flushed face was reflected in the basin of water.

"He's awake, right?"

The brush, used to cleanse the taro, suddenly froze. Akane Takeda turned her head and looked at her mother in disbelief.

"Wha, what?"

The girl, who was already feeling down, instinctively wanted to make excuses, but Mrs. Takeda said directly:
"I saw it."

The lady was somewhat embarrassed, but she still forced herself to speak.

Your eyes moved slightly.

I am such an unfit mother to do such a shameful thing in front of my daughter.

The woman quickly brushed the mud off the taro, talking rapidly.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about this, Mother, Mother and him..."

The lady stammered a little, and after the initial shock, Akane Takeda suddenly lowered her eyes.

"What exactly does Mother want to say?" Akane Takeda did wake up that night after taking the medicine.

Long-term use of the same drug can lead to drug resistance, a fact that Tatsukawa Tetsu was unaware of.

In that instant, she collapsed and felt lost, so much so that Akane Takeda told Matsueda Kiko about Tatsukawa Tetsu without thinking.

Since everyone here is a bad person, there's nothing anyone can do about it.

That's what Akane Takeda was thinking at the time.

"Does Xiaoxi complain about her mother?"

The woman cleaned the mud off the taro, a hint of helplessness on her face.

Akane Takeda was in love with Toru Ryukawa, and Mrs. Takeda was probably the first to know that.

When my daughter was little, she came to me and asked if she could be with the other person, but that was a long time ago.

"I thought you had forgotten."

The woman was speechless. She had thought the other party had given up, but then her sister said something like that to her a while ago.

"When a girl is just beginning to experience romantic feelings, instead of guiding her, they completely block her out."

At that moment, the executive officer tapped his younger sister on the head.

"Don't you know that not getting something can be more obsessive than having it?"

The wife didn't know what her sister meant by "obsession," she only knew that her daughter had indeed been unhappy lately.

He became taciturn and often stared blankly in the direction of the summer festival.

"Anyway, I'm also an incompetent mother, so you don't have to do many of the things your mother says."

The wife quickly rinsed the taro, feeling somewhat embarrassed, and then left Akane Takeda alone in the courtyard, lost in thought.

My mother rejected me seven or eight years ago, but now she's suddenly saying it doesn't matter anymore.

'But it's too late now.'

The girl wanted to say that, but her mother had already disappeared.

With a slight sigh, Akane Takeda dried her hands and walked towards the door.

The sun was about to set, and the quiet village was bathed in a dark golden glow.

The lake water became sparkling, and the girl gently brushed away the dust from the stone steps at the entrance.

Sitting at my doorstep, I look towards the end of the village.

The layout of Shanzhonghu Village is very simple: a long village road with various self-built houses on both sides.

Some are big, some are small, some are tall, some are short.

Akane Takeda and Tetsu Ryukawa lived together here for thirteen years.

If her life so far were viewed as a ruler with markings, then thirteen out of eighteen of her life would be marked by the presence of Tatsuki Ryukawa.

They ate together, went out together, and were even together 24/7 before they were ten years old.

"It's already too late."

The girl rested her chin on her hand, staring blankly at the path at the end of her field of vision.

She had known this day would come, and she knew that Long Chuanche could never accept her.

The day she found out that Maki Takeda was with Toru Ryukawa was the day she regretted the most, but now she was somewhat numb to it.

It doesn't matter whether I get married or not, because it's unlikely to be me anyway.

"But it's okay if it's late."

The girl sat on the steps in front of her house, smiling as she watched the two people coming up from the foot of the mountain.

Unlike Ms. Muzi, who loves openly and generously, Akane Takeda is possessive and obsessive, wanting to exclude everything.

He couldn't win against his aunt for the time being, and there was nothing his mother, who had raised him, could do either.

but
Looking at the two people who appeared before him, who seemed to be his newlywed wife.

"good evening."

The girl greeted her former classmates with a smile.

Her smile is sweet and lovely, a blend of innocence and sweet girlishness.

The young lady was surprised, but then she realized the meaning behind that smile.

"good evening."

Natsuko Imamura deliberately reached out to hold Toru Ryukawa's hand.

He said it with a smile.

"younger sister."

(End of this chapter)