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

Chapter 75: Echo

The starlight floated around Jiuyuan Temple, giving the golden roof of the temple a layer of silver sand.

Thin and faint, as if the whole sky is falling at this moment.

"Old things become worn out when used too much, new things become profitable when used too much; if you change and look beyond the clouds, dead trees will bloom in spring."

Songzhi Muzi was holding the fortune he drew after entering the door and shaking his head, with a very happy expression on his face.

"It's a big luck, Archer, I will have good luck this year."

As soon as you enter Jiuyuan Temple, you can draw a fortune. This fortune, which consists of five words and four sentences, will show good or bad luck. The girl drew a very lucky fortune, so she was very happy.

"Today is New Year's Day. The ratio of good to bad luck in the lottery box at the door is about 11 to 89." Longchuan Tetsu put his hands in his pockets, "What's there to be happy about?"

Although what he said was true, the girl obviously didn't like it. She pulled her hand out of Longchuan Che's pocket and snorted:
"Then I am also 89% lucky. What about you, you are unlucky."

Longchuan Tetsu also had a fortune slip, which he had just hung on the tree.

According to custom, unwanted lots should be hung high in the temple. Ryukawa Tetsu's lot reads:

"When the Tao is not yet complete, how can you expect to be in two minds? When things are bothering you and your mind is in a mess, you will turn into a clown thinking."

Great auspiciousness, last minor auspiciousness, minor auspiciousness, half auspiciousness, last auspiciousness, auspiciousness and inauspiciousness.

Longchuan Cheji is not auspicious at all, it is a bad omen.

"How should I put it? The unlucky 11% Ryuukawa Tetsu."

The girl pinched Longchuan Tetsu's arm and stepped on her feet, staring at him, as if asking him to take back what he said, "There's nothing to be happy about."

Too close.

Longchuan Che smelled the other person's breath and the smell of the sun ironing.

The girl was wearing a cotton coat and jeans.

The body leaning forward is full of youthful and charming scent.

"Past misfortunes and troubles will disappear, and good things will happen. As new wishes emerge, wealth will increase. Just like pursuing wishes in the clouds, please try to pursue high wishes, and like a dead tree blooming in spring, it will surely become prosperous."

Longchuan Che pressed the other person's shoulders and pushed his raised foot back down, and briefly explained the other person's signature.

"hey-hey."

The moon that disappeared in the sky seemed to be hidden in the girl's eyes. She put her hand back into Longchuan Che's pocket as if she had won, as if Longchuan Che's words were acknowledging her luck.

The girl's hands were warm and small.

Longchuan Che walked with her to the back mountain, read the "Original Vow Sutra", and picked a pale yellow chrysanthemum from the roadside fence.

"Isn't this stealing?"

Songzhi Muzi watched Longchuan Che picking the chrysanthemum with ease, and looked around furtively.

The back mountain is a place for worshiping the dead, with warm candles hanging on both sides.

It wasn't eerie, but if a monk came out of the dark woods, it would be more embarrassing than seeing a ghost.

"I didn't steal it. My mother planted it."

Longchuan Che pulled off one or two wilted petals of the golden chrysanthemum, and Songzhi Muzi was stunned.

Follow the candlelight and look inside the fence.

There are seven or eight rows of golden chrysanthemums planted in the small fence.

Chrysanthemums bloom every winter, I don’t know if it is so that the poor son would not come empty-handed during every sacrificial festival, or so that he can accompany him on this saddest day.

"what happened?"

Seeing a faint mist suddenly appear in Songzhi Muzi's eyes, Longchuan Che rubbed the other's face curiously.

No matter how long the boy kept his hands covered, they just wouldn't warm up. Songzhi Muzi sniffed, shook his head, and said that the wind got into his eyes.

Walking to the tombstone, Longchuan Che pulled out the two completely dried branches in front of the tombstone.

Looking at the photo in front of the tombstone, Songzhi Muzi was a little amazed.

"What a stunning beauty."

Even a black and white photo cannot hide the gentle and graceful beauty of the woman in the photo.

She was wearing a soft canary yellow sweater and a wide felt hat.

Through the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, I looked at the people who came to worship in the wind at the end of April.

"How else would you find a boyfriend as handsome as me?"

Longchuan Che pursed his lips. The reason for their relationship was simple and crude.

One person thought he was good-looking, and the other thought it was okay to have another girlfriend.

"shameless."

Songzhi Muzi spat at Longchuan Che, then as if coming to his senses, he clasped his hands together and apologized to the woman in the photo.

If you scold your son in front of his mother, someone might appear in your dream tonight.

There was a string of Buddhist beads hidden in a small corner of the tombstone. Longchuan Che took it out and picked out 108 beads. The sutras of the deceased were shaking around, and Longchuan Che did not need to recite any sutras. He finished the memorial service in four or five minutes.

"I saw that professor from the University of Tokyo scold you a few days ago. Can you ask your aunt to talk to him in the evening?"

The girl's thoughts were a little distracted, and Longchuan Che paused his hand that was rubbing the rosary, with a strange expression on his face.

"Has the competition among scholars now risen to the level of spiritualism? What should I do if your aunt comes to find him and his father comes to find me?"

"What should I do? He is so annoying."

The girl twitched her nose, as if she was particularly dissatisfied with Miya Makoto Ichitaro.

'It's impossible to have a non-frivolous literary atmosphere nowadays. I'm not surprised that Shinchosha is eager to change, but isn't it a bit exaggerated that there are no award-winning new writers?'

In addition to being a professor of literature, Ichitaro Miyamoto is also a critic.

The article was full of accusations against Ryukawa Toru and "Snow Country".

Thanks to the other party's authority, many of Matsueda Muko's classmates in the Faculty of Literature have recently been discussing this "commercially operated" "Snow Country".

Their condescending criticisms insist that it is impossible for such exaggerated literary works to exist.

Songzhi Muzi thought it was extremely annoying that these people just acted like that without even looking at it.

Although she also felt that the interview was a bit exaggerated.

"It's okay." Longchuan Che squatted in front of the tombstone like he did every time he came.

When he came here before, he would stay here for a while and stare at his mother in a daze.

It used to be one and now it’s two.

The weeds in front of the grave half covered the woman's face. Matsueda Muko looked at her boyfriend's calm expression and asked curiously.

"Aren't you angry?"

The girl was too curious about this boy.

Although he is the same age as me, there is always a hint of calmness on his face.

He just graduated from high school, but he acts like an old man.

"I'm an optimist." Longchuan Che took a weed and scratched the girl's face.

It felt numb and itchy, he pushed the pine branches aside and then laughed.

“Are you an optimist?”

The girl pulled Longchuan Che up and circled around the boy.

"Then I am a super optimist."

It is probably difficult to associate a boy who doesn't like to laugh with optimism. The girl wanted to tickle the boy's itch to make him laugh.

Long Chuan Che looked calm.

“You can’t grow up without optimism.”

The wind blew through the chrysanthemums in the fence, and a moist smell filled the air.

If you are not optimistic, you will not be able to grow up. Matsueda Muko looked at her boyfriend in black and remembered the first time she saw him.

Wearing a thin uniform and a pilled scarf.

The wind blew through the banks of the forest and it seemed as if the sound of a woman sobbing could be heard.

It wasn't Songzhi Muzi's, she thought it was probably his mother's.

He must have suffered a lot and walked a long way before he reappeared in front of her on that snowy day.

Songzhi Muzi held the boy's hand and stuffed the small ball into his hand.

"I am lucky, Longchuan Tetsu, from now on I will share half of my luck with you."

Long Chuan Che opened the piece of paper in his hand. At the bottom of the temple fortune slip were written the words "May all your wishes come true".

"Half of the luck of 89 would be considered a failure, wouldn't it?"

The optimistic Longchuan Che smiled, and the girl who was hugging his waist did not answer.

The stars are twinkling, the sun and the moon are shining.

On the day of the new moon in the new year, Ryukawa Tetsu somewhat understood the saying, "The Milky Way seemed to pour down into people's hearts with a roar."

This is the end of "Snow Country" he wrote yesterday, but it is the beginning of his new year.

The New Year’s bells ring for a long time.

Same year, same month.

"Snow Country" was published.

A stone was thrown into the dead silent Japanese literary world.

(End of this chapter)