Listening to the table next to her, Kitagawa Kako, who was talking eloquently about Takeshita Kusaoke's published works, was smiling, her cheeks were red, and she had a feeling that she was not drunk with alcohol, but she was drunk with herself. She was full of enthusiasm, and from time to time she raised her head to look at him who was sitting opposite her. The writer, who is known as one of the brightest rising stars in the Japanese literary scene, is not only his tenant, but also lives under the same roof, and he also has dinner with him face-to-face. Such an honor is not a good thing for everyone, after all, she is already his first reader and book lover.

It can be regarded as representing the majority of readers and book lovers who have begun to like Takeshita Kussake, and she is quite proud and proud in her heart. For her, the feeling is as wonderful as going on a solo date with her idol. I wondered if I should take the lead in establishing a book club or support group of Akutagawa Kuwasa in the future, and I was the first president of this organization.

Takeshita Grass Mustard, who also heard their conversation, was not too excited, and he was even more eager to rush to them, "cough cough cough" first attracted their attention, and then held his head high and ceremoniously introduced himself, he was the author of the short story "Rashomon", Takeshita Grass Mustard.

On the contrary, he analyzed the content of Chie Sakai's conversation in his mind, and seemed to feel that he was going to publish another short story that would amaze and impress the literary world later. Otherwise, it seems that it will affect his remuneration income. Once Lang Zhong is shy, it is not good to bring their mother and daughter to such a high-grade place to consume.

It wasn't until the three of them had finished eating that they called the waitress over to settle the bill, and when they looked at the bill, they had spent a total of 45,600 yen. For this reason, he has no objections, although a dinner cost him nearly a month's accommodation at Beichuan's house, but he still feels that it is worth the money. Mali took out his wallet from the right trouser pocket, took out his bank card, and swiped the card on the POS machine brought by the waitress to pay off the consumption account for this dinner. In the end, he picked up the pen handed by the other party and wrote his name on the signature of the receipt, and then handed it back into the other party's hand.

Seeing that the lady who signed out was a waitress with the words "Takeshita Grass Mustard" written on it, her mouth and eyes were open together, and she couldn't believe that the young man in front of her was the author of "Rashomon". She doesn't believe that there will be such a coincidence in the world, with the same name and surname, but not the same person, but only believes that the same name and surname are the same person at the moment.

Suddenly, it was an excited waitress, with a smile on her face, unconsciously stunned, just looking at him stupidly. As if respecting the gods, the three of them walked out of the gate for a while before they gradually reacted, and let out a cry of joy with a selfless "ah", after all, she was also a lover of novels.

She also watched "Rashomon" and many works, and gradually fell in love with Takeshita Kusaoke, a rookie writer, and soon realized that she was still working and lost her temper. So, he kept bowing to the guests who were disturbed by him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

The store manager, who noticed the sudden situation in the store, walked over in three steps and two steps, and asked her in a serious low voice, "What is the situation?" ”

The waitress who spread out the signed receipt in the palm of her hand and gave him a glance, her excitement was difficult to calm down, and she said: "The guest who walked just now is the writer Takeshita Kusaokei." My favorite work is "The Princess of the Six Palaces". Ah...... Damn, shit, forgot to ask him for an autograph. Manager, can you let me keep this receipt with his signature? ”

The store manager, who doesn't like literature, can understand her mood when she sees her idol and says, "Hurry up and go back to work." After the account is credited, it will be given to you! ”

"Thank you, manager, you're such a nice person." The smiling face is still the same, as cheerful as a little magpie to be a waitress, the mood is super good, and I feel light and flying when I walk.

At this time, Takeshita Kusaoji and Kitagawa mother and daughter, who had walked out of the Kira Western Restaurant for a long distance, were walking along the way home. Kako Kitagawa, who offered not to call a taxi, on the one hand, to save money, and on the other hand, to take a good walk after a meal, which helps the digestion of food in the stomach, after all, they have eaten too much tonight, and there is some support.

Miyuki Kitagawa, who was at the forefront, jumped and jumped for a short distance before turning in a circle, and very happily sang the well-known Japanese folk song "Cherry Blossoms". Takeshita grass mustard who walks side by side with Kitagawa Kako, looking at the cute little Lori who is still making a few movements from time to time in front of her, seems to be dancing, and a sense of family happiness has never been born in her heart.

Takeshita Grass Mustard, who was an orphan before he was reborn and didn't have a friend, had red circles in his eyes and almost burst into tears. As a big man, he can't show his vulnerable side in front of them. I quickly wiped it with both hands, and rubbed my eyes as a cover-up.

"What's wrong with you? You okay? Miyuki Kitagawa, who noticed his action, was also very grateful to him, after all, he was the one who allowed him to spend a beautiful night that he hadn't had for many years. With a meager income, in order to make a living and raise her daughter, in addition to working during the day, her pastime and ways to save money at night are either to watch TV with Miyuki or to read a book alone.

"I'm fine. It's just that just now, some dust got into my eyes. "Takeshita Kusaoke, who has found an excuse to deal with, can't tell the most secret things in his heart.

"If your hands are dirty, don't rub your eyes, they will become inflamed. I'll help you! Kitagawa Kako, who cared about him very much, was catalyzed by red wine, and unconsciously let go of a lot of ways.

She stopped her steps, turned her body, and faced the same stop under Takeshita Mustard. Without thinking much about it, Kitagawa Kako, who was as close to him as possible, put her feet up, held the side of his face with her left hand, and opened one of his eyes with two fingers of her right hand, and gently blew a warm breeze with a fragrant orchid from her mouth to blow away the fine dust that entered his eyes.

I blew several times in a row, and it felt about the same, so I changed my movements, holding one side of his face with my right hand, and two fingers with my left hand were Kitagawa Kako, who had opened his other eye, and aimed my mouth at his eyes, and blew it on him again.