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

Chapter 52 Under the Kujo family
Even through the sweater dress, the soft flesh seemed to be overflowing from between the fingers.

Long Chuan Che looked at the old man in front of him for two seconds, then withdrew his hand somewhat embarrassedly.

If nothing unexpected happens, the other party should be Ono Taro's teacher, the head of the big family.

"Hello, Mr. Kujo."

Long Chuan Che bowed to the other person. This kind of person was a local hero in ancient times and was not someone a small fry like him could afford to offend.

Kujo Fujitaka waved his hand and ignored Ryukawa Toru's politeness. Instead, he fixed his eyes on Takeda Takako beside Ryukawa Toru.

"Long time no see, Miss Takako. I rushed back just because I heard you were coming to visit me."

Isn’t Mr. Ono’s teacher here to see him?
Takeda Takako actually knows someone from the Kujo family?

Two questions suddenly popped up in his mind. When he came to his senses and wanted to ask the woman next to him, he realized that the woman next to him had been motionless since the old man entered the room.

Did she get beaten up just now and was seen by someone she knows and is now dead?
Longchuan Che tilted his head slightly.

The woman showed no sign of being angry at the offending action.

But
Takeda Takako's rosy face turned extremely pale, and the moment she saw the old man, she grabbed Ryukawa Toru's wrist tightly.

This woman, who was always tough-talking, didn't even dare to breathe at this moment. The moment the old man appeared, it seemed as if some colorful and ferocious beast appeared in the gaps between the bamboo forests.

The pressure from being at the top of the class or food chain spread across the room like a dark shadow.

The old man in the rattan family crest clothing slowly walked to the table and sat down, pointing to the teacup that had gone cold.

"Let's start a new pot."

Takako Takeda hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded respectfully. She stroked her palm down along the line of her hips, and sat gracefully beside the tea table to pour tea.

The sound of ceramics colliding was heard in the house, and the old man then turned his gaze to Longchuan Che.

It was not very clear just now because of the light behind me.

The old man's face at this moment made Long Chuan Che stunned.

He looked a bit like the woman in the photo in a certain tin box, except for his eyes.

There is a turbidity in the desolation, like an old and sick tiger.

"Why? You still want me to treat you?"

Longchuan Che stood there in a daze, and the old man frowned as if he was somewhat dissatisfied with his absent-minded behavior.

It's just that my thoughts diverged for a while.

Longchuan Che touched his nose and sat down at the tea table.

The old man opened the winter paper screen door. The cold wind made him shiver. He ignored the people around him and stared at the courtyard scene outside the door in a daze.

Japanese garden construction emphasizes Zen.

A winding gravel road is paved between the two staggered rockery. The gravel road is illuminated by running lights at short intervals. The running lights cast a faint warm yellow light, making the surroundings hazy.

Quiet and elegant.

"Please look at me."

Takako Takeda picked up a small porcelain box on the table and handed it to Kujo Fujitaka.

Long Chuan Che looked down and saw tea leaves in the porcelain box. Each tea leaf was distinct and had a red color with a hint of gold.

"You're still as picky as ever."

Kujo Fujitaka waved his hand. Looking at the tea with your palm is one of the complicated etiquette of the Japanese tea ceremony.

Wash your hands, burn incense, wash your tea set three times, and wash and warm the cup.

While the woman was performing the beautiful tea ceremony, the old man spoke softly.

"Half of the tea business in the market is done by the Kujo family."

The old man pointed to the red and gold tea that Takako Takeda picked out from the three porcelain boxes on the table.

“This is my treasure.”

Longchuan Che drank the old man's treasured tea, but didn't say a word to him.

He chatted with Takeda Takako as she offered him tea with both hands.

"I heard that you have a daughter?" Longchuan Toru clearly saw Takeda Takako's wrist shake, and the boiling hot tea almost splashed out.

"She doesn't know anything."

Ryukawa Toru had never seen Mrs. Takeda so panicked. Even when the guardianship agreement was found last time, she was somewhat fearless. But at this moment, she seemed to be stared at by a sick tiger in the forest. The hand holding the teacup was shaking, and an obvious sense of panic emanated from the woman's body.

The old man picked up the cup of boiling hot tea, rolled the hot tea in his throat three times and then swallowed it.

"It's good. It's good to have a daughter."

The old man didn't say much. He put down his teacup and asked Longchuan Che.

"How about it?"

I should ask him how his collection of tea is. Long Chuan Che thought for a while and said

"It's a bit like the Jin Jun Mei tea from the other side of the coast. The tea soup is golden, sweet, and has a smooth and mellow taste."

"Is there still this in Yamanakako Village?" The old man raised his eyebrows.

"Do you know where I live?"

"Taro said so." The old man waved his hand.

He seemed to particularly like waving his hands, signaling the other party not to ask too many questions about irrelevant matters.

“I saw it in a book.”

Long Chuan Che took a look at the golden tea soup. Jin Jun Mei is clear, harmonious, mellow, thick and fragrant. It is the top-grade Zhengshan Xiaozhong. How could it be possible to have that in Shanzhong Lake?

The old man nodded, then generously placed the square porcelain jar in front of Longchuan Che.

"Give it to you."

The old man spoke in a cold voice, and was about to get up and leave after saying this.

"Mr. Kujo." Longchuan Toru stretched out his hand and called out to the other person.

"What happened to the Snow Country?"

Longchuan Che has not forgotten the original purpose of coming here.

Pay your respects to the boss and recognize the leader's position, so that if you encounter any trouble in the future, you can have someone to help you solve it.

"If you're afraid of trouble, just write mainstream literature or popular reading materials." The old man turned his head to look at Longchuan Che.

"You're still here late at night even though no one is around. Do you have any guts?"

After being scolded for no reason, Long Chuan Che sighed that this man was indeed weird, but the old man had already walked out of the courtyard.

Coming out of Kujo's house, I saw two old lanterns with flickering candlelight at the door.

The light warm tones dispelled the darkness a little, and Taro Ono, who was driving, had already been waiting there.

"Sorry, I don't know where the old man went tonight." Taro Ono said apologetically.

Today is Christmas Eve, and he took the other person around, but he didn't even see the shadow of the old man.

"Hmm? We should have met before." Longchuan Che talked about what happened in the tea room.

"This old man."

Taro Ono was stunned. The servants had just said that the old man had gone out, but when he went to look for him, he went to find the author of "Snow Country".

"But he seems dissatisfied with my work."

Ryuukawa Toru shrugged his shoulders. It was obvious that the other party was not optimistic about the new literature of "Snow Country".

'Thirty years in Tokyo Bay, thirty years in Xijing Bay, don't despise the poor young people!'

Longchuan Toru really wanted to turn around and say this to the gate of the Kujo family, but after thinking it over, he decided not to.

These old guys are all connected and it will be troublesome if you really piss them off.

The black sedan slowly drove away from the bamboo courtyard. When the lantern at the door swayed gently three times, the old man in kimono stood at the door again.

The old man looked in the direction where Longchuan Che left for a long time, unable to come back to his senses, and finally picked up a photo.

The woman in the photo has a gentle appearance and is standing in the April breeze with a beautiful smile.

(End of this chapter)