According to the agreed day, Kitagawa Kako drove to the rental building of Takeshita Kusaoke. He helped him carry the books, computers, clothes and other items that needed to be taken into the car. As for the induction cooker or something, he gave it to Kirishima Kayo yesterday, after all, this is the most practical, and it is simple and convenient to cook some hot food in the winter, and it is extremely happy.

Originally, I was thinking of writing something and saying a clear thing to her, but I picked up the pen, but I still didn't write a word on the paper. It's hard to say that he's one of Japan's leading writers. In fact, he knew better than anyone that he was nothing more than Japan's leading copyist. As for his real writing level, he is only a third-rate writer.

I had to put this matter aside in the future, and I went out to eat with Kayo Kirishima in this neighborhood, which was also regarded as a farewell. Although I still pay for my own treats, it doesn't cost much, after all, there are some ordinary shops here that are delicious, very close to the people and reasonably priced.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who had a final lease handover with the landlord, left the rental house and walked downstairs slowly. Standing downstairs, looking up at this three-story building, he couldn't help but feel a little sad and hesitant in his heart. It's not that he didn't tell Kirishima Kayo that he was gone, but that she went out before dawn, after all, there was a corresponding job that she needed to do.

Instead of driving, she chose to sit in the passenger seat, fasten her seat belt, and hold the steering wheel with both hands. She has been separated from him for many months, and she has not slept well since last night, after all, she is too excited, and it is completely like a wife who keeps the house and waits, and finally waits for her husband to live a life of husband and wife with her husband.

Kitagawa Kako was driving the car, and on the other hand, she said with a purpose: "National PEN Club." Waseda University has sent you an official invitation. Although you don't want to get involved with them, you have to deal with it superficially. ”

Takeshita Kusaoke, who was leaning back against the saddle, put his hands crossed on his chest, drooped his head, and smiled: "These words should be told to me by Qianhui!" When did you become her lobbyist? ”

The attention is still on Kitagawa Kako, who is still looking at the road, and there is a saying: "What lobbyists are not lobbyists." I don't think Chie's words are wrong. It's not all for your own good. Although I don't understand. However, I also know that the National PEN Club and Waseda University do not issue invitations to ordinary talents. Since they have all sent you invitations, it is enough to show how important and recognized you are. I'd love them to send me an invitation, but I don't have the skills. ”

It's not stage fright in my heart.,It's not a grass mustard under Takeshita who is afraid of anything.,The natural character doesn't like to join in the fun and socialize.。 For himself, the ideal state is that his wife and children are hot on the kang, and when he is old, he has children and grandchildren around his knees, after all, it is true that it is plain. As for fame and fortune, they are just passing clouds. Why be too obsessed with playing this game of fame and fortune?

"You should more or less empathize and understand Qianhui, after all, it is not easy for a woman to do a career in a patriarchal society in Japan. Anyway, one thing is not to trouble her. Do you show an attitude, to go or not to go? Kitagawa Kako, who didn't hear his squeak, had a kind of mentality that the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuch was in a hurry.

"Now that you two women have discussed and formed an alliance, do I dare to say half a 'no'? Also, although Chie's body form and physiology are women. But she's not as fragile as you think. As a strong woman and an iron lady, she has the courage and courage of Catherine II, the female tsar of the Russian Emperor. Who marries her and who is unlucky? Anyway. I didn't want to be a stallion under her crotch. "Takeshita Kusaoke, who is not completely joking, is not confused by the weak and beautiful appearance of Sakai Chie, but sees the most essential things in the depths of her soul through the phenomenon.

"So, you're agreeing." Kako Kitagawa, who understood the first half of his words, didn't really understand the meaning of the second half of his words. However, I don't think it matters which one. And the important thing is that as long as Takeshita Kusaoji agrees to accept the invitation letter in person, it will be done.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who answered the word "yes" succinctly, did not feel that he was famous because of this. He was calm and did not have a trace of waves and ripples, he did not have any expectations, but just saw it as a matter of changing the content of the day. Like, I ate chicken at noon yesterday. Today, at noon, it was the same as eating beef.

After driving the car for one or twenty kilometers, Kako Kitagawa finally asked, after much hesitation, "Can I accompany you to witness your official entry into the National PEN Club and the lecture you gave at the Faculty of Letters of Waseda University?" ”

"On that day, if you have nothing to do, go there!" Takeshita Kusaoke, who didn't feel how sacred and glorious, knew best that all this was not achieved by his own real skills, but that he was a substitute for some of the great Japanese writers who had disappeared.

Kako Kitagawa, who is happy with her shape, is in a good mood to the extreme. It's not that she has no selfish thoughts and vanity, on the one hand, she admires and falls in love with the man sitting next to her from the bottom of her heart, and witnesses him shine with her own eyes, and on the other hand, she is really, really eager to get the name of "Mrs. Takeshita". Even if the dream can't come true, it is better to let yourself have this dream for a long time, and it is best not to wake up permanently.

His attention was focused on the grass under the bamboo that swept over the scenery outside the car window, and he did not intend to look at them, but fell into deep thought. The fate of his previous life was more tragic, and it ended abruptly before it began. He was reborn in this parallel world, on the one hand, because although the public career of copying was smooth sailing and soaring, he did not feel any sense of accomplishment, after all, he stole other people's things; On the other hand, he stumbled to the level of a third-rate writer, and he really had to rely on the current level of writing to survive, which was tantamount to only a hard life waiting for him, and no rich days at this moment. As a result, he invisibly felt strongly that there was not only a thick wall in front of him, but that there were many walls waiting for him to break through. (To be continued.) )

PS: I have to go to the department dinner tomorrow, so I will take a day off.