Chapter 137 [Huqi]
The man on the stage has a towering head, and the dazzling skylight hitting the water seems to cover him with a layer of golden light.
The literati are heroic and brilliant.
Takeda Takako in the stands blushed.
"I'm so awesome."
Mrs. Takeda praised herself.
If you can raise a young author by yourself, then if you cultivate it carefully...
"Xiao Qian, you can't lose to him."
Mrs. Takeda leaned into her daughter's ear and bit her. She didn't notice that Takeda Akane looked at the dazzling young man on the stage with a confused look.
After finishing the youth award and saying goodbye to the young people from all over the world, a car stopped in front of Ryukawa Tetsu.
"Grandpa wants to see you."
Natsuko Imamura, who had lived across the street for a month, looked at Toru Tatsukawa through the half-lowered car window.
The girl wore a black kimono today with gilt furisode, which was completely different from her previous simple and elegant dress.
"Where's Muzi?"
Ryukawa Tetsu shook his head left and right, but did not see his little girlfriend.
"Her brother is here and has been away from home for a month. If you want to go find her first, you can."
There was a hint of cunning in the girl's eyes. Thinking of the other party's big brother, Ryukawa Che's lips twitched and said, "Let's go."
The car drives almost without any bumps.
The girl held her face with her plain hands and looked out the window as if she was worried.
"Not happy?"
Ryukawa Toru waved the calligraphy and painting in his hand in front of the girl.
Each winning work has a commemorative prize, the outstanding work is a certificate medal, and the second best work is a pen.
In the girl’s hand is a 146 bamboo fountain pen, which is also a certain brand’s great writer series.
The youth reward background is not high, but the arrogance is really arrogance.
This pen is worth a lot of money, and Ryukawa Toru is curious about whose work the calligraphy and painting on his hand are.
The boy's tone hinted at showing off, and the girl rolled her eyes coquettishly.
"Childish."
Miss Natsuko's tone contained a slight hum, like the gentle trembling of flowers in early spring.
Natsuko Imamura was born into a famous family but was not arrogant at all. Toru Tatsukawa felt that he would be a lot happier if he grew up with her.
"School starts in half a month, what are you going to do during this time?"
Natsuko Imamura asked softly as they were in the same school and made new friends.
It snows in early spring, and you can catch a glimpse of Mount Fuji in the distance.
The girl's skin was as smooth as white snow, and Ryukawa Toru mourned the little flat chest again.
"I'm going back to Yamanashi. Mr. Ono found a house for me and I'm going to move some things here."
We were in the same space, the carriage was closed, and the smell of the girl was light, fragrant, and very elegant.
It smells a bit like japonica.
Ryukawa Tetsu sat very close to the other person, only an arm's length away, and thought of this when he smelled the other person's scent.
"Yeah."
Ryukawa Toru saw Miss Imamura's cheeks turning red for no reason, and then opened the car window to let the light jasmine scent dissipate.
The car drove over the bridge over the Sumida River, passed through Minato City, which has the highest economic income, and then stopped in the somewhat quiet Chiyoda District.
A villa with dry mountains and fake water, the surroundings seemed a bit quiet.
There was only a pale golden chrysanthemum pattern as a nameplate at the door. Toru Tatsukawa raised his eyebrows and walked in with Natsuko Imamura.
The courtyard at the entrance is paved with gravel, with some stacked stone groups forming a miniature garden landscape.
This is the dry landscape of Japanese Zen. The black stone symbolizes the mountain and the white sand symbolizes the water. It is a landscape that can help people practice Zen.
"Grandpa."
We took Ryukawa Toru to a Japanese-style room with an open door, where we could see the ‘Sumiyama Stone’ and ‘Turtle Island Tsurushima’ outside.
The old man was talking to someone, and Longchuan Che glanced at the middle-aged woman in her forties, who looked familiar. "Please, Mr. Kujo."
Someone came in, probably a woman named Masako, nodded to Kujo Fujitaka, and then quietly retreated.
In the middle, he smiled kindly at the two juniors.
"Isn't that one?"
"Don't make a fuss."
Natsuko Imamura interrupted Ryukawa Toru's inquiry and said in a casual tone,
"After the military rule, the 'Eternal Lineage' has long lost its real power. It is no better than the period when Fujiwara Michinaga had three queens per family."
Even if you say so, it's hard for me to believe that Queen Masako would ask her former 'subordinate' for something.
In the small courtyard of the Imperial Palace, guests entering the palace.
Ryukawa Toru felt that his assessment of the strength of the Kujo family needed to be improved.
"Here we come."
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The woman left and two young men came in.
Kujo Fujitaka smiled and waved his hands to the two young people, motioning them to sit down in front of him.
"After all, you did a good job. As an elder, I can't let you go outside to celebrate. Just have a few sips of tea at home."
The old man seemed to be in a good mood today. He poured two cups of tea for a man and a woman, pushed it to the two young men at the same time, and then drank it slowly by himself.
There were golden-red tea leaves floating on the beautiful cup. Ryukawa Toru took a look at it and asked with half-lidded eyes.
"What do you want from me?"
Imamura Natsuko slowly drank the delicious souchong tea, and Kujo Fujitaka didn't care when he saw that the other party didn't drink it while it was hot.
"The selection for Kodansha's Group Portrait Awards will begin in April. I would like to ask if you want to go?"
Kodansha's Group Portrait Award is one of Japan's five major new humanities awards. Toru Ryukawa frowned.
"Can I still go?"
The New Humanity Literature Award is for undebuted and unfamous authors. Ryukawa Tetsu has the Youth Award, and "Snow Country" has been published a long time ago. No matter how you look at it, it can't compare with the Group Portrait Award.
“No matter how much you write, it’s just like that.”
The old man waved his hand indifferently.
"It's the judges."
Literary authority is something that is accumulated through each work and each contribution.
How many meaningful articles have you published and how much literary contribution have you made.
Only in this way can you become a leader in the circle and the object of pursuit by others.
The old man seemed to have found a convenient way for Ryukawa Toru, and he stared into Ryukawa Toru's eyes.
"For the sake of fairness, officials from the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology are always invited to this kind of grand prize selection seat. They act like fools every time, so you can go on their behalf."
People from the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology are definitely not acting like fools, and the number of judges is definitely not as understated as the old man said.
"Why should I go?"
Ryukawa Che frowned.
Although he is confident, in the final analysis, he is just a new author who has published a few works. It is difficult to convince the public by telling the judges of the literary award.
"I have a kettle cutter."
The old man didn't answer and talked about other things as if chatting.
"I plan to give it to you or Xia Zi, whoever has greater reputation in the literary world."
Ryukawa Toru paused with his fingers holding the tea cup, and even Imamura Natsuko, who was drinking tea quietly, slowly put down the cup.
The wind blew across the bodies of two young people of about the same age, and Natsuko Imamura spoke first.
"Grandpa, I'm going too."
The girl looked at the old man with a smile, as if she was very interested in the literary award judge in the old man's mouth.
The Japanese Tsubokiri is a famous sword used by successive emperors and crown princes.
No one had seen it before, but I didn’t expect it to be collected by the old man.
Ryukawa Tetsu took a sip of the warm Souchong tea, chewed the slightly sweet golden tea leaves, and his eyes moved slightly.
(End of chapter)