Chapter 41 is also a very busy author
Two days in a row.
Taro Ono used his hot face against his teacher's cold ass at Kujo's house for Toru Ryukawa.
He hopes to find a stable backstage for Toru Ryukawa.
Writing in Japan is no better than anywhere else.
In this era when people denounce the government's incompetence because of the economic bubble, many literary writers are also particularly extreme in their writing.
The literati and the government are almost at odds with each other. They dare to write anything with a pen, which also causes people in the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology to be a bit picky.
Often when the author writes about some thought-provoking topics, someone from the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology will come to talk to him.
The literati are not afraid of this, and even regard the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology’s visit as a privilege.
The Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology comes to you to show that your articles are influential enough. If you say that you lead negative thoughts, you have hit their sore spot.
Those top literati give full play to the spirit of the death squads and enjoy exposing or satirizing the dark side of society all day long.
"Snow Country" by Toru Ryukawa is like a clear mirror. Ono Taro hopes that the other party will focus on writing a book. If the work is recognized by his teacher, it will save a lot of trouble in the future.
"That guy should be writing hard, right?"
Taro Ono was still following an old man around on Christmas Day. He looked up at the sky and felt that Toru Ryukawa would not let him down.
After all, those who dare to say something that will make the world bow to their knees must be studying their works carefully now and seizing the opportunity of publishing a book in "New Wave" in January.
Being able to occupy 10,000 words in "New Wave" is no small feat. Normal authors should be anxious now.
Ono Taro nodded in the direction of Ryukawa Tetsu's family. He seemed to be able to see his author writing with peace of mind.
"You write your book well, and I will help you smoothen your relationship. We will both have a bright future."
Ono Taro clenched his fists to cheer himself up, and then ran to continue his battle of wits and courage with the old man.
At this time, Mr. Longchuan.
"I'm going out on a date today and won't be back tonight."
Ryukawa Toru stood in front of the mirror at the entrance and simply adjusted his clothes.
He was still wearing the black coat he bought some time ago.
His collar was neatly folded outwards, and he was wearing a knitted sweater underneath.
This kind of dress is too mature for an eighteen-year-old boy, but Ryukawa Tetsu's expression is light most of the time, which matches the black clothes very well.
The young man stood at the door with an alienated look on his face, feeling that there was something on him. Takeda Takako, who had not dared to get too close to his daughter in the past two days, was stunned.
"You? Dating?"
It was as outrageous as walking on the street and being suddenly told that your daughter was getting married.
Mrs. Takeda looked strange at the boy who took advantage of her everywhere yesterday.
"Who are you dating?"
"What does it have to do with you?"
Ryukawa Che stood at the door and raised his eyebrows.
He combed his hair up and down in front of the mirror.
In the end, I chose a more boyish hairstyle.
His hair had been trimmed by Mrs. Takeda two days ago. At this time, the fine hair was down, giving the whole person a loose temperament.
Like the black cat at the village gate who often takes a nap in the sun, the sense of undisciplined decadence is well reflected at this time.
Mrs. Takeda felt a little depressed when the other party said something back to her.
She really wanted to point at Ryukawa Tetsu's face and ask him, does your girlfriend know that you are a soul who bullies women all day long?
But Mrs. Takeda didn't say anything in the end.
She was afraid that Ryukawa Tetsu would deal with her, and the plum blossoms on her body had not withered yet.
The old motorcycle made the sound of consuming gasoline.
When Takeda Akane came down from upstairs, she saw her mother sitting on the sofa and twisting uneasily.
Sometimes she touched her collarbone and frowned, and sometimes she looked out the window.
Takeda Akane jumped over and called her mother, which even startled the other party.
"What's wrong with mother? Didn't I notice it when I walked over?"
Akane Takeda, who was wearing a delicate cashmere sweater, blinked and felt a little strange.
Her mother has been in such a state of absent-mindedness recently.
Sometimes he has a sullen face and curses, sometimes his face is red and shameless. She suspected that her mother was possessed, but unfortunately there was no evidence.
"It's okay, I was just thinking about something."
Ryukawa Tetsu went out on a date on Christmas Day, and there is a high chance that he won't be back tonight.
Christmas is a holiday full of psychedelic colors every year.
Sales of coffee and desserts skyrocketed, and there was a steady stream of people at the door of movie theaters and amusement parks.
Of course, these are just small things, the most crowded place tonight is definitely the place.
"Hotel? Date?"
Mrs. Takeda looked strange.
She seemed to be able to imagine the scene of Toru Ryukawa kissing a girl out of thin air.
After all, yesterday she held the other person's head and watched him nibbling little by little.
Takeda Akane watched her mother's face turn red a little bit, tilted her head and said.
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"Mom, I have to go out today too."
"You want to go out on a date too?" Mrs. Takeda's face suddenly turned gloomy. She couldn't control what happened to Toru Ryukawa, but she clearly prohibited her daughter from dating boys before the coming-of-age ceremony.
Admission to Dongda University is inherently a highly competitive matter. How can I be distracted by other things at this time?
"No, no, there are a few good girls who asked me out."
Takeda Akane waved her hands hurriedly. She loved and was afraid of her mother.
Love is because her mother dotes on her most of the time, but fear is because the other person pursues the old-fashioned education.
Akane Takeda was often beaten with a ruler when she was a child.
After hearing what his daughter said, Takeda Takako slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
She carefully asked her daughter who she was with, and then took out a few 10,000 yen bills from her wallet.
"Come back early, don't play too late."
Takeda Takako's face was dull. Although it was Christmas, her daughter was getting older.
It’s not like we were controlling each other like we were when we were kids. We still have to give each other the social space we deserve.
The girl happily kissed the face that was not much bigger than her, then quickly ran upstairs to change clothes and go out.
"Mother, let me go then. I will be back before twelve o'clock."
There was also a gift exchange event in the evening, and Takeda Akane waved to each other and went out.
After a snap, the originally lively Longchuan family fell into silence.
Takeda Takako looked at the quiet house, and then stared at the beating flames of the fireplace in a daze.
"Which unlucky girl would fall in love with him?"
Mrs. Takeda picked up an orange and peeled it while thinking.
Apart from being good-looking, Ryukawa Toru has almost no great advantages.
"Oh, I recently became a writer."
Mrs. Takeda racked her brains to give the other party such a name.
"Little girls nowadays really have no discernment."
Mrs. Takeda was talking to herself at the dining table, and clicked her tongue twice in an unladylike manner.
She didn't notice that the oranges on her hands became more and more rotten as they were peeled, and finally she threw them into the trash can impatiently.
"It's so boring, let's go out for a walk."
Mrs. Takeda stood up from the dining table and said this to herself.
The bored wife put on her clothes and scarf, thought about it and went upstairs to get a mask.
"Where to go?"
Mrs. Takeda, who was wearing a mask, took out a map and clicked on it, finally choosing a place where couples had the most dates.
"Just think of it as reliving the feeling of being young."
There was no one in the quiet house, but Mrs. Takeda still insisted on speaking out, not knowing whether to explain to herself or to God.
(End of chapter)