Chapter 310: The Tour of Longchuan Tsubasa
The Goncourt Literature Award is a prestigious literary award in France.
Although the prize is not much, from 1903 to the present, many classic works have moved from this award to the world.
Tsuke Ryugawa's memories include Marcel Proust's "Alongside the Gorgeous Girl", Marro's "The Situation of a Man", Simone de Beauvoir's "The Romance of a Celebrity" and Duras's "Lovers".
These works not only cause sensation in France, but also have a large number of readers around the world.
"Patrick Modiano?"
Tsuke Ryukawa is not familiar with modern foreign literary authors, and he thought for a long time but couldn't remember this person. "Then I'll leave first?"
Tokro Ryukawa wants to go to Paris first, and the eldest lady has to stay here for a while.
The girl took the old man Zhang's business card, thought about it and got up to give it to Toru Ryukawa.
Although he is a competitor, Imamura Natsuko is still very polite most of the time.
The white clouds in the sky staggered and flowers bloomed in the middle of the weeds on the roadside.
The travelers taking photos at the foot of the mountain changed one after another.
Stand next to the highway.
"You really want to be here alone?"
Ryukawa Tsue looked at the stone house on the top of the mountain, and then at the delicate girl in front of him.
The girl's soft black hair gently floated in the breeze, and she also weaves a garland for herself on the way down the mountain.
The floral skirt wearing a garland also looks fresh. "It's such a gentlemanly demeanor at this time." Imamura Natsuko used her thumb to compare with her index finger a little bit, and then said with a smile.
"I will finish my new book here, and then if there is no problem, I will participate in some European Literature Awards."
European Literature Awards are always the most influential.
Here is Shakespeare who wrote the sonnet and Lev Nikolayevich who shouted war and peace.
Even if Longchuan loves Eastern culture deeply, he has to admit that Western literature has a greater influence in this era.
"""Daily Shadows of the Distant Mountains"?"
Tsukuro Ryugawa was a little curious, the eldest lady was writing this recently. "Hmm."
The eldest lady shrugged and relaxed. This book might be her last chance to resist marrying Toru Ryukawa.
Tsuke Ryukawa wanted to say good luck, but the hostile relationship said it was too ridiculous.
"What exactly is this book written?"
Tsuke Ryugawa was a little curious. He glanced at the original manuscript of this book a few times and knew that it was only the story of a Japanese mother and daughter moving to the UK.
It has a bit of suspense and also criticizes war.
It is the kind of subject that is very popular internationally. "The inspiration came from Balash in "Space Poetics", but in fact, what I want to tell is a story of memories becoming illusions and trapping people in reality."
The eldest lady looked at Toru Ryukawa without talking much, and thought about it and pulled out the business card she had just obtained.
"Patrick Modiano is the person who is considered to be the most promising to win the next Nobel Prize in Literature. He is seen in many European literary activities."
The young lady wrote a phone number behind the business card and then inserted the business card into Tsuku Ryukawa's top pocket.
The boy was wearing a white shirt, and the corners of the collars of the clothes were washed and shiny.
In the eyes of people walking on the roadside, two people of the same age are somewhat compatible, but
"If you have the courage, please join me in the literary award here."
It is very difficult to win a Western literary award as an oriental person, and many people even choose Western nationality.
I won’t say whether literature has the boundaries between the East and the West for the time being, Ryukawa raised his eyebrows as he looked at the phone behind the business card.
"What is this?"
A string of 11-digit numbers start with 070.
"I'm calling."
The young lady put the garland on Ryukawa Tsuke's forehead and patted Ryukawa Tsuke's shoulder with a smile on his face.
"If the phone is out of battery, you can go to the public telephone booth on the side of the road to call me."
Tsuke Ryugawa remembered this kind of 11-person phone call in the blink of an eye. When he wanted to return the business card to the other party, the girl had already run away. The white clouds in the sky were scattered by the warm summer wind, and the corners of the girl's skirt disappeared into the stone forest.
"Is the young wife giving up the letter of war?"
Longchuan completely tilted his head and thought about putting away the business card given by the other party.
To become a best-selling writer around the world, it may be necessary to be a well-known foreign award, but Ryukawa Toru has other things to do now.
From Gold to Marseille Airport.
Then take a plane of more than ten.
When the plane landed at Paris Airport, Tsuku Ryugawa's mood suddenly became a little strange.
Ryugawa Toru had already expected what kind of woman Takeda Masashi was.
She may be very beautiful, but she is definitely not gentle.
He couldn't be considerate and considerate like his wife. Even if he was really together, he felt a sense of danger of being out of control at any time.
Women who are too smart represent danger.
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"If she knew that I would go back to the Kujo family for a while, she wouldn't find a way to kill me, right?"
The wife would say pitifully, 'Master, don't leave'. Takeda Masao might sink him into the Seine River, which is also very cold in summer.
The Kujo family plays the role of a vandalist in the history of the Takeda family. When sitting on the seat of the Boeing 747's passenger plane, Ryugawa Toru's face became a little weird.
From the Paris terminal, fine raindrops began to float in the sky.
The guide lights on the machine road look a little hazy, and the romantic streets are also dyed warm gold by the lights.
Ryukawa Toru withdraws money at the airport and goes to the suit shop on the street.
I chose a light blue suit, and the moon was a little hazy on a rainy night. "Are you going on a date? Guest." The French girl in the shop tidied up the collar for Toru Ryukawa. If Takeda Masashi were there, she would probably look at him coldly.
"Go to see your boss."
Ryukawa Tsuki took out a white rose stained with raindrops from the flower basket in the store.
The rose-colored color is cool, and there are two wet raindrops on it. "Boss?"
The clerk helped Toru Ryukawa to tidy up the shoulder corners, and the handsome boy in front of him made people feel very fond of him.
"You don't need to dress like this when you see your boss."
Ryugawa Tsuki's eyes were long and narrow, but his lips were a little red.
When he put on the suit, he interpreted the two words Qingjun very well, and looked at the joking clerk Toru Ryukawa and shrugged.
"It's not just the boss but the ex-girlfriend."
The combination of boss and ex-girlfriend was a terrible disaster. I looked at the elegant and elegant young clerk and patted his shoulder with pity.
From the clothing store.
Ryugawa Tsuki suddenly hesitated.
He didn't know what the executive was thinking now, and he didn't know whether a woman with a strong personality would be willing to stay by his side.
He was a little lost when standing on the streets of Paris, because he was indeed not a gentleman, and it was hard to say that he was a gentleman. "Why do I think so?"
Tsuke Ryukawa was shocked because he looked at the problem from the perspective of Masashi Takeda.
After hesitating for three or five seconds, Ryukawa Toru thought of the answer clearly.
Some people were wearing luxurious dresses and ran across the street corners of Paris.
She saw that she was a little shocked, and turned into dissatisfaction and stared at her fiercely.
Summer is short and passionate, and although the day is long, it burns like a flag.
Tokro Ryukawa took out the scarf on his chest and gave the woman sweat on her forehead.
The executive looked a little undecent, and Toro Ryukawa raised his eyebrows. "Is there a dog chasing you?"
Tako Ryukawa's smile was bad, and the corners of a woman's eyes suddenly transformed like a dream, stirring up the glory of the past week.
(This chapter ends)