Chapter 28 Lively Winter Solstice 4
"This novel"
Tanaka Koizumi took the manuscript and read it several times.
There are not many manuscripts left, most of them were sent out by Ryukawa Toru.
The beginning of the story was cut off, and only the scene of Juzi playing "Persuading the Income" can be seen.
[The shamisen of a country geisha who is nineteen or twenty years old cannot be that good, but she plays it like a stage at a banquet. Why? It's because she is immersed in the sentimentality of the mountains, the man thought. Komako sometimes deliberately read the lyrics, sometimes slowly, sometimes skipping it because she said it was too troublesome. Gradually, as if she was obsessed, her voice gradually became louder, and the sound of playing It also became clearer, and the man only felt trembling, and lay down on his side as if he was bluffing. 】
There is no theater, no walls, and no audience. The sound of shamisen seems to ring clearly at a certain time in winter, resounding straight into the snow-capped mountains in the distance.
A description is like making something materialize. Tanaka Koizumi frowned, looked at Takeda mother and daughter and said seriously:
"This novel is not very good!"
Teacher Tanaka, who writes popular novels, patted a few thin pieces of paper and said with a hint of guidance:
"Because it's very cliché to go to a hot spring in the countryside and meet a geisha, and flirt with the geisha for a long time. Is this a Hana Liu novel?"
Tanaka Koizumi looked at Mrs. Takeda seriously.
"This person is not suitable for writing novels."
The words of the best-selling novel writer were a bit sharp. Mrs. Takeda was stunned. She had read that novel and she thought it was quite good. Didn't she expect that it was so bad in other people's books?
Hualiu novel?
Thinking of Toru Ryukawa's blunt words about using materials from her body, Mrs. Takeda's face turned red for no reason.
"Tsk, what a waste."
Hearing that Toru Ryukawa's works were commented on in this way, Akane Takeda curled her lips. She originally held the idea that Toru Ryukawa might become a novelist to make money and then be exploited by herself, but now it seems that she has been shattered.
"It's not that easy to be a novel writer."
Seeing the mother and daughter thinking deeply about his comments, Tanaka Koizumi showed a very confident smile.
"Chi~"
Several people were communicating there, and suddenly the boy's laughter sounded from the entrance.
The voice was light, with a sense of helplessness.
The four people gathered in a circle turned to look. The boy was wearing a black windbreaker and standing at the door with his hands in his pockets. The snowflakes and coldness behind him slowly swallowed up the warmth in the house.
"Didn't I ask you to come back later?"
The young man had red lips and white teeth. He was Toru Ryukawa, who had been away from home for a long time. Akane Takeda watched him take off his shoes to change at the door, and his words were a little dissatisfied.
"Well, come back and get something."
After the boy appeared here, he magically attracted everyone's attention like a black vortex.
Everyone watched as he walked to the table, took a cup and poured a glass of hot water to drink, and then walked slowly to Tanaka Koizumi.
"Give me the stuff."
Ryukawa Che stretched out his finger and gently hooked it.
"What?"
"It's in your hand."
"You wrote this."
"If you don't use your brain, donate it to those in need."
Mrs. Takeda found that Toru Ryukawa's eyes were distracted when he was talking to Tanaka Koizumi. He didn't know where he was looking or what he was thinking. In short, he was not looking at the other person.
A little contemptuous, a little troublesome.
Mrs. Takeda's intuition told her that if Tanaka Koizumi hadn't held his things, he wouldn't have even said a word to him.
"What did you say?"
Tanaka Koizumi was stunned, and then rubbed his ears in disbelief.
He is a teacher in school and a best-selling novel writer outside. The social status is not low, and the wealth is also there.
Many people were polite to him, but what did this student say to him just now?
"Tsk, my ears are not good either."
Ryukawa Toru curled his lips. He stretched out two fingers and took out his manuscript from Tanaka Koizumi's hand. His expression of being too lazy to say anything made Tanaka Koizumi's face turn red as pig liver.
I don’t know why, but Mrs. Takeda laughed out loud when she saw Toru Ryukawa, who was always letting herself suffer recently, giving Tanaka Koizumi a soft nail.
A slender and tall nose, moist and shiny lips, eyebrows slightly curved downward, and a moving smile flashing in his eyes.
The woman's charming smile made several men present stunned. When they reacted, Mrs. Takeda, who felt a little rude, had already wiped away the smile on her lips.
"What are you laughing at?"
Ryukawa Toru looked at Mrs. Takeda, while Tanaka Koizumi's face was already very ugly.
"I" Takako Takeda rolled her eyes like a child, "I remembered some happy things."
Mrs. Takeda would not say that she was happy that Toru Ryukawa had vented his anger on her.
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The two men were in the same boat. Tanaka Koizumi secretly wanted to lure him with wealth, but Ryukawa Tetsu, the bastard, took advantage of it directly.
Mrs. Takeda finished cursing this and that in her heart, while Tanaka Koizumi, who was humiliated by the two, narrowed his green bean-sized eyes and looked at Ryukawa Toru.
He didn't know what the relationship between Ryukawa Toru and the Takeda family was, but a high school student of seventeen or eighteen years old never looked at him seriously from the moment he entered the house, and even caused himself to be embarrassed in front of Mrs. Takeda.
"Young man, you must have written this novel."
Tanaka Koizumi's expression was a little uncertain at first, and then he suddenly laughed.
He was not tall and his face was shiny, but his tone had a slight sense of helplessness.
"Did you hear the comment I just made?"
He watched Ryukawa Tetsu slowly rolling up his manuscript. The boy still ignored him, but Tanaka Koizumi continued to talk to himself:
"You are young, and I know that you are very upset when the things you have written with great energy are denied by others."
At this time, Tanaka Koizumi was convinced that Toru Ryukawa acted like this because he had just criticized the other party's work.
Young people always think that they are reaching for the stars and the moon, but they don’t know that they are not worth mentioning in the eyes of truly successful people.
"Broaden your horizons and realize your own shortcomings before you can make progress. If you want to write a novel, you can ask me more in the future."
Tanaka Koizumi's tone was that of instructing students in school.
Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, their identities are indeed like this.
One is a teacher in a prestigious school, and the other is a poor student in the countryside.
Tanaka Koizumi did not read Ryukawa Tetsu's novels carefully, just like he did not believe that sunflowers would grow out of mud.
"Be humble, be willing to learn, and there is nothing wrong with asking experienced people for advice. I completed the contract signing and debut three years ago."
The middle-aged man stood on tiptoe and patted Ryukawa Che's shoulder, then reached out to take the other's manuscript again.
He came here today just to show his charm in front of Mrs. Takeda, how could he be so deflated for no reason.
"Hugo said that the greatest stupidity of man is his stubbornness."
Long Chuanche dusted off the manuscript paper and put the paper under his arm.
"You just live a little longer and you dare to point fingers at me?"
After the boy finished speaking, he ignored the people here and went out with the manuscript. Tanaka Koizumi's face turned green and white, and then he followed the other person and walked out.
The moment he went out, the middle-aged man, who had always been proud of being a best-selling author, was stunned.
"Editor-in-Chief Xiao Ono."
In the wind and snow, a middle-aged man in black stood at the door of Longchuan Che's house, pacing back and forth, peeking inside from time to time, as if he was anxiously waiting for something.
(End of chapter)