Chapter 301 Gentle Land 2
Woo woo.
When it was raining, the woman's cry echoed around Kamakawa.
The moss that broke through the drums and swayed back and forth in the deep courtyard.
Some of them are fake, and sometimes they can observe the man's reaction through the gaps in their fingertips.
Ryukawa Tsue smiled and ignored her, and pushed open the still rusty door with his palm.
A squeak.
The door that had been standing for many years was pushed open, and the traces of time seemed to flow out from it.
The house decoration that has not been seen for a long time is covered with dust on the ground.
The house seemed a little empty, and valuable things had been moved away long ago.
There is only an old Buddhist niche at the corner of the house.
In Japan, Buddhist niches have a status that everyone offers, and the Ullambane Festival and the New Year will be decorated.
There are some gray-white photos next to the Buddha's niche. On this rainy afternoon, Tsukuro Ryukawa didn't feel scared. "Where is the fragrance?"
Tenro Ryukawa hooked up to his wife, and there was always something else to do with women taking men back to the old house.
Either meet with your parents or burn incense to pay tribute.
It is a form in which the relationship between men and women has developed to a certain extent. "You haven't promised me yet."
The wife bit her fingernails. When she sent Ryukawa Toru to Kyoto last time, she said she wanted to take him to see her.
"What to promise?"
Ryugawa Toru asked knowingly. "Haha."
The wife sneered. From a woman's perspective, the possibility of Ryukawa Tsuki's promise to herself was almost zero. Who would want to wander outside if she could go back to the Kujo family? "Then go back and be your eldest master!"
The wife stepped on her high heels with force, as if she was about to step into a hole in the disrepaired wooden board.
Following his wife's back, the woman had already run away. "I have to think about it, right?"
It's against Tiangang, and the maid threatened the master.
Tero Ryukawa smiled with an umbrella.
The woman ran away on the bluestone platform road, and then blocked the drizzle on her head with her hands turned around and looked at Toroshi Longkawa suspiciously.
"How long does it take to think about it?" asked the wife directly.
In the eyes of my wife, there is a big difference between the surname Kujo or the surname Longchuan.
One is the heir to the big family who destroyed her family, and the other is the wife's face turned red.
One is the younger generation she has raised since childhood.
"How about I come back from Europe this time?"
The wife looked gloomy and didn't know what she was thinking.
Tero Ryukawa came over with an umbrella and thought about it.
The Princeton University exchange meeting started in the Americas and ended in Europe.
As one of the members of the new topic, he will also go through a complete exchange meeting with them.
The United Kingdom, which was born Beowulf, France, "The Song of Roland", Germany's "The Song of Nibelungen", and Russia's "The Expedition of Igor".
The Tale of Genji is far more than the Japanese literature on the road to reconstruction of world literature. "You really want to help those foreigners translate!"
Mrs. was a little surprised. In her opinion, Tsukura Ryukawa's contact with Princeton University was more like a means.
He obviously prefers ancient Chinese literature and Chinese literature, and he doesn't seem very happy to contact Westerners. "This is a means, ma'am."
A few words interrupted the woman's thoughts and didn't know where she was going.
Teuro Ryukawa took his wife's hand and walked out.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the originally clear Yachuan is slightly turbid.
The surging waves gathered at the three fork junctions, and then they merged along the river bank into the Guichuan that could flow further.
The river water is like an old dragon rushing forward, and the wife glanced at Toru Ryukawa in confusion. "What method?" The wife curled her lips. Tsukura Ryukawa would not tell anyone if she had something to do. Most people couldn't understand it when she was quiet.
"It's a way to train the Japanese literary world."
Even if summer is about to begin, the scattered plum rain is a little cold. The wife shivered and looked at Toru Ryukawa with a look that you were afraid you were not a pervert.
The young man's eyes are long and narrow, and when he purses his lips, his lip line is thin. "Look at you." Ryukawa Tsuki hugged his wife's waist.
"You will get jealous when you see me walking with other women, but if one day I really won't come back"
Ryukawa Tsuke didn't finish his words, but it probably means that when the Japanese literary world realizes that he is the truly indispensable person.
"Let's talk about it when you win the Wanzaki Junichiro Award." >
The wife curled her lips.
It's not easy to ask those literati who are above the top to lower their heads and admit defeat. After all, Toru Ryukawa went to the Western team to go to their first thoughts not to let him come back, but to argue his authority over classical literature .
The literati are despised by each other, and the Japanese culture of sadness.
Many people feel that I can do it even if I go to.
There is that there is the Wanzaki Junichiro Award, and that is why there is this spectacular anti-snake movement.
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The falling rain soaked the legs of the two of them cold and wet.
Tokori Ryukawa took his wife to a hotel in Nishihonganji Suiba.
"How did you slip out?"
The wife wiped her black hair with a dry towel and looked at Nishihonganji Suzuko, diagonally opposite, and was a little curious.
A group portrait appreciation is at least a closed selection, and no one noticed it for a day when Toro Ryukawa sneaked out.
Tokra Ryugawa felt a little angry when talking about this.
Only one lady in the judges' seat was far away from him, which led to him climbing over the wall and no one has discovered it yet.
"Being excluded? It's so pitiful."
The wife touched Longkawa Tsuku's head with some pity, but then she thought that this person might not like to contact others.
Wrung the taken off stockings and then hang them on the windowsill, the wife yawned a little lazy.
There have been two trips to Tokyo because of Ryugawa Toru Kyoto these two days, and the woman is so tired.
"What are you doing?"
He rustled into the hotel's bedding, and Tsukuro Ryukawa also took off his coat and followed in.
Mrs. looked at him with an expression that you haven't gone back yet, why are you doing this? "No one noticed it anyway, so sleep for a night before leaving."
The dim room, shaking lights.
Mrs.'s body is soft and soft.
Ryukawa Tsue shamelessly tucked the corner of the quilt behind him. "You're dreaming!"
The wife pushed Ryukawa Tsue out.
It is still unclear whether Ryukawa Tsukiri is the eldest young master or the little devil he raised, so his wife doesn't sleep with him in the same bed.
"Oh."
The cold wind from outside the bed was soaked in.
Tokrokawa sighed a little.
"Group viewing for 7 days, I went abroad for more than a month, it's summer to see you."
The academic team of Princeton University has been staying in China for a short time, and it's already been a long time when the Ryukawa Toro group viewing ends. It's a great thing.
Some people in the academic team value him very much.
The wife's pushing force decreased. "From the UK, France, Italy, do you go to so many places?"
Mrs. I was a little dissatisfied. Tsukura Ryukawa just borrowed those Westerners as a springboard. "It's a whole set of acting."
Tako Longkawa hugged his wife and sighed a little when he was about to hug his wife for a while.
"By the way."
Just holding his arms around, Ryukawa Tsuku felt his body sinking in the clouds.
Mrs.'s body is soft and plump.
Like soft marshmallow.
"What did you say before leaving last time?"
Ryukawa Toru put his chin on his wife's tender shoulders.
He remembered that before the woman left, she seemed to say something.
Surprise or something.
(This chapter ends)