Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 439 The sun either rises in the west or in the north.

"If it weren't raining today, I really would like to check if the sun's angle is wrong."

On the second night after arriving in Kyoto, Tatsukawa Tetsu was in the young lady's room.

He recounted the events that occurred at the confectionery shop with a slightly surprised tone, finding it somewhat unbelievable that Akane Takeda would stop causing trouble afterward.

"Isn't that normal?"

After eating and taking a bath, the young lady was enveloped in a thin layer of steam.

Wearing an elegant nightgown, she leaned against the open paper door.

The second rain in the afternoon showed no signs of stopping, the girl thought for a moment and said.

"She's not the type to deliberately tease people."

This refers to Akane Takeda.

The girl's wickedness seemed to be directed only at Tatsukawa Tetsu.

"Now that I feel there's no hope, I'll stop doing all that unnecessary stuff."

Because being liked by someone means being teased by them.

Longchuan Che would rather the other person not like him.

"So she's given up hope and plans to be a good, obedient child?"

Long Che's tone still held a hint of disbelief.

He had known Akane Takeda's personality for over a decade, so it was not so easy for Tatsukawa Tetsu to believe that she was suddenly going to change for the better.

"Are you unwilling to believe she will change, or do you not believe she no longer cares about you?"

The young lady looked at Long Chuanche with a smile, the words "You're a bit too narcissistic" practically written on her face.

According to several girls, Akane Takeda has a somewhat awkward personality.

She targeted him at every turn because she wanted to highlight her special place in Longchuan Che's heart, but now that she doesn't like him anymore, she can easily let go of him.

“You’re already with her mother, she can’t possibly steal her man from her mother.”

The young lady was leaning there talking, and Ryukawa Tetsu thought it made a lot of sense, but something still felt off.

"Is there anything to eat? The food for dinner wasn't to my liking."

The young lady interrupted Tatsukawa Tetsu's thoughts, saying that dinner tonight was made by Takeda Akane: potato curry rice, which was a bit spicy and the young lady didn't like it very much.

Would you like some dessert?

Longchuan Che thought for a moment, then decided to pack up the famous bean cake from the dessert shop instead of eating it.

"eat."

The young lady wrapped her wet hair in a towel and moved the table closer.

It was drizzling outside, which felt especially cool in the summer.

Water without roots accumulated in the stone mortar in the courtyard.

"The house can be repaired."

The young lady, who was eating a bean cake, suddenly spoke.

"Repair?"

Long Chuanche, with a bean cake dangling from his mouth, continued writing the second half of the book about the ancient capital.
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Rainwater accumulates at the tips of the cedar trees, turning into large droplets that fall from the leaves.
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This was followed by a deafening rumble of thunder.

This statement is also very appropriate at this time.

"Yes, fix it."

The young lady's slender fingers landed on the courtyard and then drew an arc.

“I see several damaged sections on the eaves, and holes in the wall over there.”

One ordinary evening, we chatted about casual family matters.

Longchuan Che shook his head and added something to the book.
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Even in summer, after a rain shower, even your fingertips feel icy cold.
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But when Miaozi covered Chieko from head to toe, she transferred her body heat to Chieko, warming her heart and giving her an indescribable sense of intimacy and warmth.
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Chieko felt happy and closed her eyes, remaining motionless for a long time.

"This is Mrs.'s house. If you want to decorate the house, you can go to the one in Tokyo."

The young lady has a house in Tokyo, or rather, she and Tatsukawa Tetsu have a house.

Kikumachi 3-chome, Chiyoda-ku.

This is the address of their house.

"Forget it then."

The young lady didn't seem interested in the mansion, but rather quite liked the Takeda family's courtyard, which showed clear signs of daily life.

The pillars under the house have markings to record the sisters' heights, and the walls are inscribed with "Maki Takeda is an idiot" and "Takako Takeda is the real idiot."

These traces of life are precisely what the young lady likes most.

"I'm tired, blow-dry my hair."

The young lady suddenly put down the bean cake and said to Longchuan Che, who was writing a book, "Hmm."

"Ok?"

While writing his book, Tatsukawa Tetsu suddenly hummed twice, looking at the young lady with some curiosity.

"Blow-dry your hair."

The young lady looked at him with an even stranger expression.

Didn't I help you the day before yesterday?

The other person was probably referring to the incident at Lake Yamanaka, but they just casually wiped their face with a towel.

"Ok."

Long Chuanche quickly finished the half-eaten bean cake in his mouth. He would have to look up to the young lady more often in the future.

I borrowed a hairdryer from my wife, and the girl sat under the eaves.

The hairdryer leaves a long cord trailing from its tail, and the machine emits a calm and peaceful sound.

Long Chuanche watched as the girl used her small, white feet to catch the raindrops falling from the sky, and her childlike appearance made Long Chuanche smile.

You seem very happy today?

From the moment we met this morning, the girl seemed to have a smile on her face the whole time.

She would sometimes cover her mouth, sometimes raise her eyebrows, and even the gloomy sky seemed brighter because of her.

"A message came from France saying that my mother has woken up."

The girl's toes shone through the rain, her fair and beautiful feet resembling jade.

They danced in the darkness, like lotus blossoms in bloom.

"So I'm in a good mood."

Maki Nijo was sent to France.

With Imamura Yukawa watching over her, there's a high probability she won't have the chance to come back in the future.

Thinking of that ruthless woman, Long Chuanche ruffled her hair.

"You shouldn't have too high expectations of her."

The young lady, who grew up in the Kujo family, seems to have always been waiting for someone to take her out of the Kujo family.

"That ruthless woman is unlikely to be one," Long Chuanche said.

"But all I can do is hope for her."

The young lady stretched her hand towards the sky.

“My father would not disobey my maternal grandfather, and I do not have a mother like Aunt Xizi.”

The girl's tone revealed a sense of helplessness, and Long Chuan Che sighed.

“Once he dies, no one will let you stay in that house.”

He was referring to Kujo Fujitaka. The young lady smiled but remained silent.

Run your fingers through the girl's black hair, and a faint, subtle fragrance wafts through the air.

"Why do women always have a fragrance?"

"I suddenly asked," Long Chuanche asked.

Whether it's Maki Takeda, the lady, or Matsueda Moko, the young lady.

They all have a pleasant scent.

Some people are as bright as the sunshine, while others are as delicate as green plums.

However, Longchuan Che himself didn't have it, and sometimes he even felt it smelled a bit bad.

"Some studies say that if you smell a woman's fragrance, it means your genes have chosen her."

After her hair was dried, the young lady curled the hairdryer and placed it on the table.

Her hair, which looked like black feathers, shone brightly on her body. Ryukawa Tetsu didn't know if the theory of genetic selection was correct, but she was quite beautiful right now.

She was dressed in a simple white outfit, with her black hair softly draped over her shoulders.

She wasn't wearing makeup, but her beautiful face was like a lotus flower blooming in the rain.

The lotus is white and pure, graceful and elegant, with an inherent sense of holiness.

The other person suddenly stared at her blankly, and the young lady looked at them with great interest.

"Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?"

Longchuan Che really felt like the sun had risen in the west today.

(End of this chapter)