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

Chapter 83: Flowers Never Sleep

Ryukawa Tetsu's articles are delicate and beautiful, but they also make people feel lonely and sad.

Mrs. Takeda saw that he wrote in the article that he woke up in the hotel in Atami and found the flowers that had not slept all night.

Flowers never sleep. He woke up at this time, probably because he was missing someone.

Although he never said it explicitly, there was always this kind of grief in it.

The only person he could think of was probably his girlfriend. Takeda Takako curled her lips and leaned towards her.

How could someone be like this? He was the one lying next to her, but he was thinking about someone else.

Mrs. Takeda attributed the discomfort in her heart to her woman's self-esteem, and smiled with satisfaction as she listened to the other person's gradually heavier breathing.

But apart from his heavier breathing, Longchuan Che did not make any other movements.

He doesn't seem to like interruptions when he's writing.

Mrs. Takeda watched him write little by little on the white paper:
'Morning glories and albizzias, these flowers bloom almost day and night.'

'The beauty of nature is infinite, but the beauty that people can feel is limited.'

'If you say a flower is beautiful, then sometimes I can't help but say to myself: I must live!'

Kawabata Yasunari's writing is very beautiful, and in his essays and prose there are also beautiful phrases like "the flowers never sleep".

Mrs. Takeda enjoys watching him write.

But just leaning like that, half leaning.

Women will feel a strange sense of peace.

It was a strange feeling that as long as the other person was still writing, he would not take the time to teach me a lesson no matter what I did.

"Would you like to try it?" Mrs. Takeda rolled her eyes.

"I'm hungry." Without waiting for his wife to take action, Longchuan Che opened his mouth slightly.

Not far from the warm bedding, there was dinner that had just been delivered by the store.

Longchuan Che and his friends arrived late and did not go out or have dinner.

"Oh." The woman reluctantly lifted the quilt.

It’s cold if you move in this weather, so it’s more comfortable to lean on someone.

Mrs. Takeda muttered to herself, "Living under someone else's roof, living under someone else's roof," and ran to the entrance.

The food table included soup tofu, side dishes, miso soup and rice.

This is considered Kyoto cuisine.

The woman came back happily with the food, and Longchuan Che looked under her clothes.

The fleshy thighs are faintly visible under the blue bathrobe.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath, Ryukawa Che was sure.

"And Tusu wine, it's really good."

The wife carefully placed the small table next to the bedding.

Yudoufu is a winter dish cooked over a small stove, with 'shuiming' tofu bubbling inside.

"Drink less."

Longchuan Che watched the other party pour the so-called Tusu wine into a small bowl and frowned slightly.

Tusu wine is the wine drunk in the first month of the new year, which is meant to eliminate bad luck and slay the evil spirits of the old year.

Without drinking some wine, she couldn't even imagine what was about to happen. Mrs. Takeda lowered her head and pretended not to hear anything, taking two small sips.

Cinnamon, tangerine peel, dried ginger, platycodon, pepper, and cloves.

Tu Su wine is made from these ingredients.

After drinking two sips, my body began to warm up little by little.

Mrs. Takeda saw that Ryukawa Toru was still busy, so she thought for a moment and used chopsticks to cut the yudofu on the stove into small pieces.

"Give."

Mrs. Takeda's face was a little shy, and it was unclear whether it was because of the alcohol or her shy actions.

The man was working and writing a book next to her, and the woman was feeding her.

She used one hand to prevent the soup from spilling, and held the chopsticks obediently with the other hand.

Longchuan Che raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to take in the soup tofu dipped in radish paste, green onions and soy sauce. The soup was sweet and fresh, and the taste was smooth.

Longchuan Che glanced at the woman in front of him and felt that the two tasted similar.

"The quality of this tofu depends on the water quality."

Mrs. Takeda can talk about everything about food.

Longchuan Che watched her holding the small bowl, pouring some soup into it and adding some side dishes.

"The one in Kyoto is called Suimei, and in Tokyo there's Sasanoxue. As long as the water is good, the tofu made won't be bad."

Longchuan Che has read a short article called "The Method of Cooking Tofu in Soup", which says that tofu should be cooked until it is hot inside and out and as elastic as shirataki or butter. This is when it tastes best. If it is cooked for too long, it will become tasteless and sticky, making it unpalatable.

"You like to eat? Are you good at eating?"

He usually gets excited when talking about things that interest him, like last time it was about strawberries and this time it was about tofu.

Ryukawa Toru heard from the other party that his wife had visited a tofu shop west of the Kitano Tenmangu Shrine gate.

The sink at the door is filled with clean water, and the cut tofu pieces are placed under the water, one side is the coarser kapok tofu, and the other side is the finer silken tofu.

“My mother took me there.”

The woman looked a little sad, perhaps because she had drunk some wine.

Longchuan Che put down the pen in his hand and turned sideways to sit next to the woman.

One light illuminates two people.

Longchuan Tetsu thought for a while and asked, "Why did the Takeda family fall?"

The so-called Shingen Takeda family was engaged in agricultural and catering businesses after the Meiji Restoration.

The crisis of the bubble bursting is quite serious, but not enough to leave my daughter home alone.

In the flickering light, the woman lowered her head and did not answer.

Except for this time, Longchuan Che had hardly ever heard the other party talk about family matters.

After eating tofu and drinking wine, I didn’t know what time it was already midnight.

Ryukawa Toru finished writing the article in the middle of the night, and Takeda Takako made the bed with a slightly drunk face.

There was a layer of bedding folded around the bed. The woman took off her clothes with trembling hands and got into the bed.

When Longchuan Che came back from taking a shower, he groped his way into bed.

The woman's body was burning hot in the dark night. When Ryukawa Toru put his hands on her waist, Takeda Takako's body trembled unconsciously.

"Why do you want to peel it so cleanly? Is this your sleeping habit?" The aroma of wine mixed with the fragrance of flowers, which was diffused by the warm body, Longchuan Che said with a smile
"Don't I owe you one?

The woman's voice was trembling.

"I don't think this is the kind of debt I owe you, ma'am." Longchuan Che smiled and put his hand in the air.

My fingertips felt slightly cold and there was a sound of silk threads breaking in the air.

Longchuan Che felt that he should have asked his wife for help when he couldn't turn the pages of the book just now.

Failed.

"I've already told you, I can't!" Takeda Takako gritted her teeth. Who would just drink the soup without eating the meat?

"If you don't know how to do it, you can learn it slowly."

Ryukawa Toru brought Mrs. Takeda in front of him.

In the darkness, all senses are slowly magnified.

"How can I be like you?"

The woman's drunken breath hit Longchuan Che.

Are there really flowers that stay up late at night?
Longchuan Che was lying on the pillow alone.

The process of making tofu includes: soaking the beans, grinding them, and adding brine.

The better the water quality, the better the tofu can be made.

The candle was blown out and Longchuan Che scratched the woman's face with his hand.

My wife is truly the best “Shui Ming”.

(End of this chapter)