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

Chapter 80 Golden Pavilion
Three days before "Snow Country" was released, it was the Lesser Cold in the solar terms.

It was the day after the New Year and the Osechi cuisine had just been eaten.

The fan-shaped sunlight that escaped from the cracks in the clouds carved out a golden scale on the mountain lake.

"You said you were going on a family trip with us?"

Takako Takeda was peeling an orange beside the kotatsu table and looked at Toru Ryukawa somewhat shyly.

After the New Year, Longchuan Che seemed to look much better than before.

The dancing fire on the wall made his lips and teeth look red, and his stretched brows made him look even more handsome.

The whole person seemed like a spring bud about to break through the soil, with a little more morning vitality than before.

'This person is different when he is in love.'

Mrs. Takeda increased the force of pulling the orange peel, and at the same time urged Ryukawa Toru who was writing a book.

It is now one o'clock in the afternoon, and Ryukawa Toru said after lunch that they wanted to travel to Izu together.

His wife saw him write "My only pride is not being understood" and heard him say,

"Well, I heard that the hot springs in Izu are pretty good, and they allow mixed bathing."

Every time Ryukawa Toru smiled, Mrs. Takeda felt that he was like the black cat that liked to take naps at the entrance of the village.

Sleeping on a dry branch, its black tail droops lazily, swaying back and forth and making people's hearts itch.

"Mixed bath?"

I don’t know what the lady was thinking of. A slight redness began to appear on her earlobes, and then spread little by little to her fair neck.

"Well, isn't there something like this at the Yumotokan Hotel in Izu?"

Yumotokan Ryokan is the hot spring hotel that Takeda Akane booked. It is located at the southernmost tip of the foothills on the northern side of the Izu Peninsula and is surrounded by beautiful cedar forests.

Every winter, milky mist emerges from the white cedar forest, accompanied by a faint smell of sulfur.

It is a healing journey that can relax your body and mind.

"You remembered it wrongly. There is no such thing."

Mrs. Takeda curled her lips. She had been to Izu several times and there was no mixed bathing like that which only appears in movies and TV dramas.

At most, the old man can hang out with the little kid. It is just a dream to see the woman's back rising in the white mist.

"Yes, ma'am."

Ryukawa Toru held a black fountain pen between his two fingers and supported his face while watching Mrs. Takeda peeling an orange.

"We'll have it when we go."

It’s still the first month of the year.

Mrs. Takeda was wearing a large furisode dress embroidered with maple leaves. The golden red color was very bright, which made her rouge-painted face look even more charming.

The delicate neck seemed to be broken if pinched, and the teased face was flushed with a cloud-like red glow.

Longchuan Che watched her kneeling beside the table, her body twisting restlessly, her plump buttocks rubbing against her round thighs.

Her breath seemed to emit a peach-pink color as the boy spoke, her long eyelashes trembled, and she looked at Longchuan Che without blinking.

The hotel was booked before the New Year, so it is definitely impossible to add more people now.

If Ryukawa Toru goes, Takeda Akane can't go.

Only my wife and Ryuukawa Tetsu know what will happen just by patting their butts.

"Xiao Qian's mother did this all for you."

Mrs. Takeda pretended to struggle, bit her lip and said okay.

The wife went to inform her daughter of the sad news.

Akane Takeda has been talking about traveling to the Izu Peninsula since before the New Year.

There are Songlin Hot Spring and Nanataki River.

The islands to the east are connected to Atami, and at this time of year red and white plum blossoms bloom along the Odoriko Trail.

The beautiful Izu attracts beautiful girls, and Ryukawa Toru specially informed Mrs. Takeda of this information the day before departure.

"Ah!!! Why do you take him and not me!!!" Sure enough, a pig-slaughtering scream came from upstairs.

Longchuan Che raised the corner of his mouth to reveal a wicked smile, while continuing to write with his head down.

In recent days, with the announcement of the chief judges of the Akutagawa Prize, the popularity of Ichitaro Miyamoto and others has reached its peak among the people.

Not only is he an authority in the mainstream school, he also has to select the Akutagawa Prize, which represents the highest achievement of Japanese writers.

His girlfriend said that the literature department of Yamanashi Gakuin has recently begun to boycott this issue of "Shincho".

Ryukawa Toru didn't know why that woman was targeting him, and he also didn't know why Miya Makoto Ichitaro, a literary master, was targeting him.

But this is obviously something that will affect the sales of "Snow Country".

"Isn't it just class literature that guides society and reflects reality? Who can't write it?"

Long Chuan Che sneered and continued to write on the snow-white manuscript paper at the desk.

The sunlight warms the cracks in the wall, and time turns from day to night.

Mrs. Takeda comforted her daughter for the entire afternoon regarding her sudden change of heart.

When she came down from upstairs, Ryukawa Toru had already fallen asleep in front of the kotatsu table.

Under the dim sky, only the red-hot charcoal fire illuminated the boy's blurry shadow.

The lights weren't even on, so the other person must have been sleeping for a while.

Mrs. Takeda walked quietly to Ryukawa Toru, without turning on the light, and pulled the coat next to her to cover him.

"Fell asleep again."

Takeda Takako muttered.

Ryuukawa Toru has a very strange way of writing.

He is not like those writers who take several months or even a year or two to write a novel of hundreds of thousands of words.

Every time he wanted to write something, he would write as fast as a printing press.

It seems like it is pouring out from my mind, and I often spend one or two days writing.

This was not the first time Mrs. Takeda had seen him fall asleep at the table, and she seemed to have gotten used to covering him with a blanket.

Mrs. Takeda gathered the cuffs of her large furisode, not knowing whether the other party knew the meaning of the large furisode.

With a slight sigh, Mrs. Takeda, in the red light of the burning charcoal, packed up the snow-white manuscript paper for the other party.

Thinking about those beautiful words I saw last time, "Even your fingertips are shining with beautiful colors."

Mrs. Takeda read the other party's manuscript.

Most women are sentimental and like beautiful words.

Mrs. Takeda wanted to secretly read the free novel.

"Nothing caught my eye. Youweizi was frightened at first, but when she realized it was me, she just stared at my mouth, as if she was staring at a small, uninteresting hole in the dark, a dirty, ugly hole like a wild animal's nest. After confirming that there was no armed threat connected to the outside world, she felt relieved."

After reading the words in the middle, the woman was stunned.

It didn't have the gorgeous feeling like in "Snow Country" last time, but just these words gave her goose bumps all over her body.

It seemed as if there was something cold and incomplete, following the red light and the dark corners.

Looking at her coldly.

Takako Takeda swallowed and continued reading.

"I don't need to use clear and fluent words to beautify my cruelty. My silence has justified all cruelty."

“Beautiful things are my mortal enemy.”

"I long to destroy it as well as the fire that destroyed me."

The simple words depict a certain kind of ugliness in human nature, and the aesthetics of the worst dance in the thick firelight.

Mrs. Takeda could find references to many of her own thoughts in this book. With a tingling scalp, she turned to the first page of this book of jealousy and evil.

The two words "Golden Pavilion" glowed with a bright fire in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)