Tokyo Literary Godfather

"Haha, Mr. Fujiwara will be embarrassed if you keep talking." Yoshida Heshi laughed, and Fujiwara Kei also smiled in cooperation: "That's great, when I find a girlfriend, I will have to trouble Mrs. Yoshida."

"Easy to say."

Wives of high-level officials like Yoshida Kashi are not simple either. They have to observe what is happening and communicate for their husbands. They need to play the role of a good lubricant when they appear on the same occasion. She knew that the young man in front of her was someone her husband valued, so she began to express kindness and try to bring the relationship between the two parties closer.

Soon, the lights in the auditorium dimmed and the performance began.

Konemon Matsumoto put on stage makeup, stepped onto the stage after the curtain opened, and began to perform the first Kabuki classic play "Yoshisune Senbonzakura".

Then came "Hikaku Yamato" and "Teng Niang".

Kei Fujiwara had never seen a kabuki performance before, and he thought it was quite novel when he watched it for the first time. Moreover, Konemon Matsumoto is not the kind of staid artist who sticks to ancient accents. He has adapted many of the arias, which sounds very pleasant to the ear. It even feels like a pop song.

The last play was "The Lion". Matsumoto Konemon and Matsumoto Zaemon, father and son, performed on the same stage. Although Matsumoto Zaemon was not as skilled as his father, he was quite impressive in his movements on the stage. Two long-haired lion heads, one big and one small, kept swinging and rolling on the stage.

The performance lasted for nearly two hours. After the performance, Konoe Matsumoto stepped forward to bow to the audience and thanked the audience, and the theater burst into applause.

Mr. and Mrs. Kashi Yoshida stood up and shook hands with Kei Fujiwara to say goodbye. "Teacher Fujiwara, let's go first. If you have anything, just call my office."

"Thank you, Director." After shaking hands with the two, Kei Fujiwara nodded again to the Director and his wife.

At this time, Yoshida Kashi's secretary Sakamoto came forward with a strange expression on his face, and whispered a few words to Yoshida Kashi.

Yoshida Kashi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It seems that I am too troublesome, Mr. Fujiwara, and it is my fault that I should not have changed your seats with Sakamoto-kun. Miss Arima seems to have something to ask Mr. Fujiwara."

Fujiwara Kei was startled.

"That's it." Yoshida Kaishi bowed slightly to greet him, took his wife's hand and left.

Fujiwara Kei stood there, walked a short distance along the auditorium, looked up at the seat on his ticket, and Arima Keika was sitting on the seat next to him, looking at him helplessly.

…

"Ji Xiang, what do you think of Mr. Fujiwara?" Sitting in the car, Yoshida Kashi suddenly asked.

Yoshida Jixiang said without hesitation: "A very mature, courageous, and proud person."

"Where do you see his arrogance?"

"It's not arrogance. Arrogance is turning the arrogance in one's chest into a sword that hurts others, and sooner or later this sword will hurt oneself and blind one's eyes. Mr. Fujiwara, on the other hand, behaves modestly and cautiously. The arrogance of such a person will melt. Use it as a shield to protect yourself, always have clear eyes, firm goals, and never doubt yourself easily.”

Saying that, Hisoka Yoshida glanced at her husband with a smile: "Actually, he looks very similar to someone."

"Haha, it can't be me."

"Don't you feel this way?" Yoshida Jixiang said with a smile, "It's easy to say that you are neither humble nor arrogant in front of the top leader, but most people have difficulty breathing in the face of power. And he is sitting here with you The two of us were chatting and laughing next to each other, and we didn’t seem to feel any pressure. Is it because newborn calves are not afraid of tigers?”

"Not only because you are young, but also because you have talent." Yoshida Kashi smiled and patted the dust on his knees. "Talent is a rare gift from God. People with talent must live cautiously like ordinary people. That would be a shame for this rare gift.”

"Will Mr. Fujiwara always work for Fukuyamadai?"

"I don't know. Anyway, the contract salary will definitely increase after two years. However, this person's character does not seem to be the type who is willing to submit to others. He probably has greater ambitions..."

…

Kei Fujiwara and Keika Arima walked out of the theater, both of them fully armed and tightly wrapped in hats and masks.

"Alas, I specially arranged the best seat for you to repay your dinner. I didn't expect you to give it to someone else."

"It's all the fault of that guy Kashi Yoshida." Kei Fujiwara gritted his teeth.

"I'll cook for you another day!" Arima Keixiang said.

"Oh? Can you cook too?"

Arima Keixiang nodded, "My father and mother like my cooking very much, but that guy Arimamasai is the only one who doesn't know his stuff!"

That's probably not good... Fujiwara Kei murmured in his heart.

At night, the two of them wandered aimlessly in Shinjuku's theater district, chatting while walking. They were all useless topics. We talked about whatever came to mind. I always felt that besides theaters, there were all kinds of discount stores and large and small pubs on both sides of the street. Shinjuku is the third busiest commercial district in Japan, after Ginza and Asakusa Ueno.

The two were walking and chatting. Fujiwara Kei looked around subconsciously, appearing a little wary. He also stared at a car parked on the roadside not far away for a long time. Arima Guixiang felt a little strange when she saw his appearance. Asked: "What's wrong?"

"fine."

In Kei Fujiwara's memories of his previous life, Shinjuku was a prosperous and dangerous place. Here, all three religions and nine streams gather, there are many pornographic establishments, and it is full of all kinds of human transactions.

There are also many members of violent gangs and foreigners with complex backgrounds. Kei Fujiwara just saw a group of people walking together on the roadside and heard them speaking in Hokkien. Kei Fujiwara couldn’t quite understand, but he could vaguely hear a few words. A curse word, as if he was scolding the Japanese police. Because after the patrol officer saw them just now, he stopped them and asked them a few more questions.

But these are the hidden sides of Shinjuku that are generally not exposed to ordinary citizens. In the eyes of ordinary people, Shinjuku is just a bustling area with lively Kabukicho and countless skyscrapers.

But in his previous life, Kei Fujiwara knew a man named "Li Xiaomu" and heard him talk a lot about Shinjuku and the darkness and cruelty of Kabukicho, so he subconsciously had some persecution delusions. Plus tonight, I don't know why, I always feel a little uncomfortable, as if I'm being watched all the time.

At this moment, a figure approached the two of them and put a hand on Arima Keika's shoulder.

Arima Keika and Fujiwara Kei turned around and saw a young man wearing sunglasses standing behind them, slightly lifting one of his glasses legs with one finger.

"Sister, did you really hang out with this writer?" You Ma Jianzhai said bitterly.

Arima Guixiang was stunned for a moment: "Masai..." Then she subconsciously looked around.

"Don't look, my friend and I came out, but my parents didn't come." Said Arimama, then looked at Kei Fujiwara: "So the news about you two is true, the media didn't write it?"

"Really." Arima Guixiang said quickly, "It's just that I happened to meet Fujiwara and came out for a walk."

"What a coincidence? How come you don't happen to meet someone else by chance." Arimama Sai curled his lips, "Forget it, it's just a coincidence. By the way, Mr. Fujiwara, right? Your latest novel "Genius Detective Mitarashi Kei" I I like it very much, and I will vote for you."

"Thank you." Kei Fujiwara replied with a smile.

Arimasai put on his sunglasses again: "I see that many people say that "Genius Detective Mitaraike" is worse than "Byakuya Walk". I really don't understand what these people think. I think your latest book is worse than "Byakuya Walk" "It's much better. To be honest, I think Mitarai is very similar to me, smart and handsome..."

"You can do it, go and play with your friends." Arima Guixiang was inexplicably embarrassed.

"How can I play without money?" You Ma Jianzhai said with a playful smile.

It turns out that this kid is here to blackmail... But it's understandable, because he hasn't practiced his basic skills well recently, and Konemon Matsumoto has reduced his pocket money to one-third. Arima Guixiang stroked her forehead, then took out a few ten thousand yuan bills from her wallet and handed them to him: "It's all gone, I won't give you any more money this month."

Arimasai's eyes lit up when he saw the money: "It's better to be a sister." Then he asked additionally: "By the way, are you going home tonight? If you don't come back, do you need me to say anything for you? ?”

Arima Guixiang blushed suddenly: "If you talk nonsense again, don't expect me to give you a penny in the future."

You Ma Jianzhai hurriedly made a movement of zipping his mouth. This is the milk of the God of Wealth, and he cannot be offended.

After Arima Sai ran away, he parked in a jeep on the roadside not far away. He slowly lowered the window and pointed at Arima Keika and Fujiwara Kei. The shutter sound kept ringing.

A few days ago, due to the special period, everyone's comments were swallowed during that time. I hope everyone will comment enthusiastically in the days to come. Other authors have copied book reviews, how can you have the heart to let me lose?