I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

"But aren't they your friends? Why are they buying words from me?"

Ryoko Nagayama has not lost the most basic thinking ability and has some doubts.

"Well..." Kuroiwa Zuobian was a little embarrassed.

To be honest, it was not that Wuma Xingjin had never given them calligraphy and paintings, but when Wuma Xingjin saw these calligraphy-obsessed guys using their faces to feel the calligraphy like they were stroking the skin of their lovers, with saliva flowing out of the corners of their mouths, he felt sick all over his body. Goosebumps.

So Wuma Xingjin took back the paintings and calligraphy he had given and determined not to give them to Heiyan Zuobian and the others.

Furuno Takashi mercilessly ridiculed Kuroiwa Zuoben and others. Wouldn't it be bad for these idiots to take them home and slowly taste them? Like him, he has to kiss them with his lips across the frame every day. Who can find out?You must go crazy in front of Mr. Wu Ma.

It's okay now, Wuma Xingjin will never give it to them again.

Kuroiwa Zuobian and others did not give up hope, believing that Wuma Xingjin's calligraphy and painting works could be purchased elsewhere.

But it's a pity that they can't buy it at all.

Finally, after many inquiries, I learned that Mikako Kamiguchi and Anna Kamisha had several paintings and calligraphy in their hands. It turned out that these two were both rich women and were not short of money at all. They had no intention of selling the paintings and calligraphy in their hands, no matter how high the offer was. The price is useless.

Never underestimate the fanaticism of a star-chasing woman.

Wu Ma Xingjin was a little helpless. He still had many such paintings and calligraphy in the literature department, which could fill a cardboard box.

The price of [-] million yen is a bit exaggerated, but it is impossible for him to give it to Kuroiwa Zuoben and others.

After all, no one wants to see their work defiled in such a disgusting way by a group of men.

As for selling, it's not that he hasn't thought about it, but Wu Ma Xingjin knew that if he got used to this easy way of making money, one day his writing would be stained with the smell of copper, and he would become a slave driven by desire.

"Mr. Wu Ma doesn't agree?"

Kuroiwa Zuobian chuckled. If Wuma Xingjin himself agreed, he would buy it on the spot.

"It's not that I disagree..."

"I would also like to know why Ms. Yongshan is eager to sell this calligraphy."

Googoo...

Ryoko Yongshan's stomach growled again, and now even Wuma Xingjin heard it.

"What are you looking at? There's just an owl hooting."

Nagayama Ryoko felt like her face was burning, she was so embarrassed!

Well, Wuma Xingjin really couldn't do such a shameless thing to let a girl chat with him when she was hungry.

So Wuma Xingjin invited Ryoko Nagayama to a restaurant. The tourists saw the pure and beautiful geisha being taken away by this group of teenagers, and sighed with regret.

Old Kyoto shops can be seen everywhere on the secluded stone paths.

Ryoko Nagayama sat on her knees on the tatami, with a table of sumptuous food in front of her. Her movements seemed slow and orderly, and she chewed carefully and aesthetically, but the food disappeared quickly.

Born in Kyoto, she prefers traditional Japanese cuisine to Western food, and as a long-established restaurant in Kyoto, this restaurant naturally suits her taste.

"Although I gave it to you and it's your right to do with it what you want, but I still want to know the reason."

Chapter 197 Times have changed

As a member of the Literature Club and the author of the book "Can't Wait for His Return", Wu Ma Xingjin is also very interested in stories.

Sometimes he would sit on the tram until the last stop and observe the various aspects of life.

I would also stay in a youth hostel when traveling, and sit on a wicker chair in the lobby at night, holding a book in my hand and appearing to be reading, but in fact I was listening to people from all over the world telling their experiences.

After all, if the author doesn't have the curiosity to explore other people's stories, what he writes will be boring.

After lunch, Nagayama Ryoko started talking about the reason why the geisha was not in Gion Flower Street but appeared in Shimokyo Ward.

"In other words, the creditor of Xiying Pavilion came to collect debts on the same day, and he had no choice but to sell this calligraphy?"

Wuma Xingjin felt that Yongshan Ryoko was a bit stupid, no, maybe it would be better to call her Yiyiji.

"Don't you feel it? This is obviously something wrong. Who would come with others to collect debts? It would be good if you don't scare them away."

"There's nothing wrong."

"Has anyone ever come to pay the bill before?"

"No......"

"Think about whether you have offended anyone recently or met anyone suspicious."

"Except for participating in art awards, I haven't been out a few times, so there's no way I could offend anyone."

"This is strange..."

Ryoko Yongshan frowned, and after a while he blurted out: "Are you going to help me?"

"How did you know that I wanted to help you? Please, your lost charm is of no use to me."

Wuma Xingjin doesn't have the habit of being a savior, not to mention that Ryoko Nagayama wants to sell this calligraphy, and the money in exchange is enough to cover the debt, so there is no need for his help.

It’s better to go back to Tokyo as soon as possible.

Ryoko Nagayama's face turned red. Someone actually didn't like her?

This guy is really annoying, has no vision at all, and curses him for not being able to buy eye drops in his life.

Furuno Takashi had a rare reflection. He had no reason not to know about this happening in Kyoto. The more he thought about it, the more strange he felt. So he said to Ryoko Nagayama in a tone that seemed like a request but was actually a demand:

"Take me to see what's going on."

"But they all have fierce faces, very scary..."

Ryoko Nagayama's voice lowered, not because he didn't believe it.

Well, actually I just don’t believe that these weak scholars can persuade those vicious creditors with reason.

If they were really so easy to persuade, Changbin's mother wouldn't let them wander outside for several days.

Seeing Furuno Takashi's serious look, Wuma Xingjin suddenly thought of a possibility.

The Tokyo police want Shuichiro Nasu, and they also found Ryoko Nagayama’s photo on a plaque in the office of the president of Okubo Fisheries. In addition, they have not been hunted down. It is difficult not to think that the disappeared Shuichiro Nasu has fled to other places.

Such as Kyoto.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why creditors from more than ten years came swarming to demand their accounts on the same day, and the target was the Kiyingkan where Ryoko Nagayama worked. If someone said that no one was doing something wrong, Wuma Xingjin would laugh at him for two and a half years.

But this is just a guess. If it is really Nasu Shuichiro, Wuma Xingjin naturally wants to see what the Yakuza young master who blackmailed him has become like now.

"Then let me take Mr. Wuma to the station first..."

"No, I'll come too."

Ryoko Yongshan looked at Wuma Xingjin unhappily: "Didn't you say you wouldn't help me?"

"When did I say I wouldn't help?"

Ryoko Nagayama instantly put away his unhappy eyes and said pleadingly.

"Then I won't sell this calligraphy. Please help Wumasang pay back the money~"

Her voice was so gentle that it could squeeze out a man's bone marrow, just like a fluffy fox tail gently caressing the back of his neck. Her heart was itching unbearably, and I felt pity for her as she leaned over to beg. I was afraid that no matter what she said, she would immediately agree. .

Want to use me as a cash machine?Stop dreaming.

"I didn't say I wanted to help either."

Wu Ma Xingjin ignored Miss Geisha's vicious look.

If he paid a penny to Ryoko Nagayama, he would eat the white cotton socks that wrapped her feet on the spot.

"You...hum!"

Ryoko Nagayama was so angry at him that she had never seen such a stingy man. Other people in the cooking court, such as Kuroiwa Zuoben, were all fascinated by her glance and smile, but this annoying guy was indifferent. .

One day I must go to the temple to pray and ask the gods to turn this bad guy who only makes people angry into a frog.

Furuno Takashi, Kuroiwa Zuoben and others booed in the corner.

The two of you are so skilled at bickering, and you still say your relationship is average.

Mr. Wuma looked at the thick-browed and big-eyed wanderer, but he didn't realize that he still refused to admit the relationship. Such a cute geisha girl was always confused and abandoned.

What a... what a role model for our generation!

Of course, let's have fun and make trouble, don't make fun of the Jida.

Muma Xingjin and Furuno Takashi rushed to the Kiyingkan together. This matter had nothing to do with Kuroiwa Zuoben and other young masters, but these children of aristocratic families who were busy all day long loved to have fun. How could they miss the opportunity to watch the excitement? So he came uninvited.

The scene of the young generation from four Gyeonggi families gathering together is enough to make those who know it shrink away.

Unfortunately, this does not include Shuichiro Nasu.

When everyone arrived at the Xiying Pavilion, the car at the door was still parked there. In front of Nagahama Yuying was a young man with short hair and a suit. His whole body was so neat that he looked as if he had jumped out of a sterile tank.

"you again?!"

"As expected, we met again. Do you still have the coins I gave you last time?"

"I still miss the 500 yen, why don't you go pick up garbage on the roadside and eat it."

Nasu Shuichiro only felt that the coin in his pocket was particularly annoying, but he would not throw it away. This coin would serve as a shame, allowing him to always remember the good deeds done by Wu Ma Xingjin.

Just because of this kid, [Taito] became a thing of the past, and he shrunk from Tokyo to such a small place in embarrassment.

Nagahama Yuying saw the intact Ryoko Nagayama and hugged her happily.

"Where did you spend the night last night? A girl stayed out all night. I will give you a lecture later."

The geisha sisters who were observing outside the gate saw Nagayama Ryoko returning and surrounded her in the snow. The older ones were 40 years old and the younger ones were in their early thirties, and their beauty was still on their faces.

No matter what she looks like, the charm of a geisha, which has been influenced by playing chess, calligraphy and painting, is enough to impress many people.

As a mature woman, Aoki Seito almost lost control, his eyes were shining. There are such geisha houses in Kyoto. It is a pity not to know earlier.

If you are watching the snow on the porch, brewing a pot of hot tea and listening to music, lying in the arms of a geisha sister holding a pinch in your hand, you will be happier than a god.

Aoki Seito decided to stay the whole winter this year at a tea house with a roster of Kihokan.

"At the Yoshino Tea House next door..." Ryoko Nagayama twisted and whispered.

Nagahama Yuying noticed that she was holding a book in her arms.

"What are you doing with this?"