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

Chapter 433: The Temple of the King Protecting the Nation (Part 1)

The wife is angry; anyone with eyes can see that.

No longer sneaking around upstairs like yesterday, I boarded the train to Kyoto early this morning.

The car was arranged by Longchuan Che.

The thick, black MPV has enough space to accommodate six people.

Longchuan Che got into the car with his luggage, while his wife sat in the back with a cold face.

"Mother."

Akane Takeda greeted Takako Takeda quietly, and the woman nodded coldly in return.

"Can I sit with you?"

Longchuan Che winked at the woman, but the lady just gave a cold laugh and looked out the window.

The car slowly started from Lake Yamanaka, with Akane Takeda in the passenger seat and Toru Ryukawa and his wife in the back.

"Eat?"

The young lady, sitting in the middle, handed some washed fruit to the two of them. Takako Takeda hesitated for a moment before accepting it.

"Thank you."

The two women greeted each other formally for the first time when the young lady asked the girl in front of her a question.

"You respond when she talks to you, but I don't, right?"

Long Chuanche spoke quietly to his wife, who had been like this since last night.

"Only a puppy would pay attention to you."

The wife sneered, then realized something was wrong.

"leave me alone!"

Even with her daughter right in front of her, the wife was still so angry she gritted her teeth.

"I said no, no, but you insist. Are you a dog?"

Japan also has a Chinese zodiac, and Tatsukawa Toru is, strictly speaking, born in the year of the dragon.

"wrong."

When faced with his angry wife, Tatsuki Tatsuki immediately slid to his knees.

"I won't dare to do it next time."

Ryukawa Tetsu really didn't expect things to turn out this way; all he could say was that Takeda Akane was indeed different to his wife.

To uphold the mother's dignity, there is a sense of shame about being discovered by the other party.

Long Chuanche secretly tried to hold the other person's hand, but the other person slapped it away.

"If you do that, I'll go sit in the front."

The boy whispered something, and the wife glared at him.

One leg is propped up, and the lower leg is stretched out.

The word "no" was written all over his face.

He wouldn't let himself speak, yet he was also at odds with himself.

This is perhaps how a wife expresses her anger.

Ryukawa Tetsu said "okay" and took out a book from his luggage.

My wife brought quite a lot of things with her on this trip to Kyoto.

Kyoto was originally the home of the Takeda clan, but they later moved to Tokyo for various reasons.

The carriage behind him was filled with all sorts of daily necessities, and Long Chuanche curled up and began to write and draw.

The guy is ignoring me, and I'm a little bored.

"What are you looking at?"

The lady, dressed in a black dress, moved forward slightly.

Ahead was Natsuko Imamura; the girl was momentarily stunned when the woman's delicate fragrance wafted over.

"Read a book."

The girl hesitated for a moment as she looked at the face so close to hers.

She closed the book, "The Great Matchmaker," the Spanish title leaving the initially curious woman speechless.

"Want to see?"

The young lady hesitated before asking a question, while the lady seemed like a bored little animal looking for something to do.

He touched here and rubbed there, but ignored Long Chuanche.

"no need."

The woman's lips twitched; she couldn't understand anything about Spain or anything like that.

The woman's steps toward the door were immediately halted.

Long Chuanche couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, but his wife saw it again.

"Is it funny?"

The wife pinched Long Chuanche's waist and twisted it.

"Is not funny."

Long Chuanche shrank back a little and continued with what he was doing.

"What are you doing?"

The lady frowned. It took four or five hours to get from Lake Yamanaka to Kyoto, and she couldn't possibly ignore Tatsukawa Tetsu forever.

"Mr. Ono gave me a list of members of the Writers' Association." Tatsukawa Toru turned a page of the thick notebook in his hand.

"I plan to write it down."

Confusion, shock, bewilderment.

The wife gave a sneer after a couple of seconds.

Are you bragging?

With hundreds of thousands of members in the Japan Writers Association, Tatsukawa Toru wanted to memorize everything just by flipping through his books.

"You do not believe?"

Longchuan Che closed the notebook and raised an eyebrow.

"If you can remember this, I'll reluctantly pay attention to you."

The lady's eyes darted around before she began to speak.

The boy pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and then said.

“Page 7, paragraph 2 of 'The Great Matchmaker'”

"In such a secular age, things change in an instant."

"No matter how great one's talent, it is inevitable that it will be buried."

"Many artists lived in poverty during their lifetimes,"

"Their works may not be understood, appreciated, and re-evaluated until three hundred years from now."

After a fluent spoken sentence, the wife paused for a moment, then looked at Natsuko Imamura.

"Yes."

Natsuko Imamura knew the boy was right even before she turned to that page; his memory was exceptionally good.

"Then I'll reluctantly acknowledge you."

He could remember any passage from any book, and his wife was somewhat convinced that Tatsukawa Tetsu could remember that long list.

Why are you writing this down?

She quietly moved closer to Long Chuanche, her head aching at the sight of those long lists.

She has always hated memorizing things, especially boring things like names.

"I have to make sure I can call every author by name when I meet them in the future."

Longchuan Che turned another page of the book on thick-skinned cunning.

The writer is a very large entity.

They are not all simply authors; some are teachers, some are celebrities, and some are even active in politics.

"boring."

The wife rolled her eyes, then looked around again.

The car had already left Yamanashi Prefecture, and the original mountainous terrain was turning into plains.

"Apologize to me again."

The wife punched the boy in the waist. At this moment, Akane Takeda was asleep, and the young lady was resting with her eyes closed. Only the two of them were full of energy in the car.

"No."

Long Chuanche turned to the side, dissatisfied.

“You moaned 72 times last night and said ‘I love you’ 63 times.” Long Chuanche looked at his wife, whose face was beginning to flush.

"You clearly like it too, it's exciting."

The daughter passed by from the outside, just a door away, while he was doing something immoral inside.

The wife admitted that there was indeed a little excitement and a bit of infatuation.

"What makes me angry is that you don't care about my opinion at all."

The wife pointed at Longchuan Che's face and accused him.

"My body betrayed me, but my spirit is saying no."

"Sorry, I didn't hear anything about spirit or anything."

Long Chuanche shrugged; he could only judge whether the other person liked him or not based on their physical reactions.

"But I really won't do it again next time."

Long Chuanche made his second promise, narrowing his eyes as if to confirm whether he was sincere.

"If you bully me again, I promise you'll regret it!"

The wife sneered, unsure whether she had forgiven Longchuan Che.

He shrugged, wondering why women were becoming increasingly bold and confident.

Longchuan Che thought for a moment and then said.

"Will you come with me tomorrow?"

"what?"

"Temple of the King Protecting the Nation".

Mrs. Longchuan Chechong turned her head.

"Aren't your family's memorial tablets also there?"

It seems like something that was planned long ago.

As the car drove into the city filled with temples and shrines, the wife gave her a knowing smile.

(End of this chapter)