Tokyo Literary Godfather

After Kei Fujiwara came to this world, the first time he ate kaiseki cuisine was when "White Night Journey" became a hit, and Itagaki Kazuhiko took him to eat and drink at public funds.

This was the first expensive meal he had eaten since he came to this world, and it felt extremely delicious at the time. But then I brought my colleagues here a few times, but I found the taste to be just average.

Come to think of it, what made him feel delicious for the first time was not the taste of food, but the taste of success.

"A layman, it's a layman at first glance." Seeing Kei Fujiwara taking him to a kaiseki restaurant in Ginza, Arimama Sai said with contempt: "The best kaiseki restaurant in Japan is in Kyoto, and Tokyo can only be regarded as the first place." Second tier; but if you choose a shogun among the dwarfs, the best kaiseki restaurant in Tokyo should be in Ikebukuro.”

"The owner of the kaiseki restaurant in Ikebukuro is 90 years old this year. He used to serve the royal family. Their craftsmanship has been passed down from generation to generation and the taste is the most authentic."

Arimama Sai shook his head and said that he had been going to high-end places since he was a child, and he talked about these things very well.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Arimamasai was also familiar with the road, while Inoue Morimata looked around, looking very curious.

Fujiwara Kei ordered a set meal, and Arimasai kept talking to Inoue Mori while eating, but Inoue Mori just talked perfunctorily, and then kept looking at the Tokyo Tower outside the window.

"Mr. Fujiwara." At this moment, Inoue Mori suddenly asked again, "Are you from Tokyo?"

"No." Kei Fujiwara shook his head, "I'm from Chiba."

"I'm from Tokyo." Arimasai said beside him.

Inoue Mori ignored him again and continued: "Mr. Fujiwara, what can I do to become as rich as you?"

"I don't know either." Kei Fujiwara shook his head and said, "Everyone's life experience has little guiding significance for outsiders, just like a successful painter can't guide a boxer how to win a championship."

"But Mori, you are now on the road to success. Maybe you don't feel it yourself, but in fact, as a child actor, you are a relatively lucky one."

"There are many kids like you who dream of becoming stars, but they are not even qualified to appear in commercials. You have the talent to be an artist, and you also have a certain amount of luck. Follow the path you are on now, and you will gain success. An enviable achievement.”

"Mr. Fujiwara." Mori Inoue looked at Kei Fujiwara with burning eyes at this moment, "When I have money, I will treat you to a more expensive dinner!"

Fujiwara Kei smiled: "Okay, I'll wait."

"By the way, Mr. Fujiwara." While eating, Inoue Mori asked again, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"He doesn't have a girlfriend, but he has an affair." You Ma Jianzhai quickly replied, "With my sister."

Kei Fujiwara: "..."

"With Miss Guixiang?" Inoue Mori was a little surprised again.

"Huh? You don't know? It seems like you don't pay attention to gossip. That's not okay. Sometimes you have to pay attention to the important news in the industry. This is an industry trend. Being an artist who doesn't pay attention to gossip is like a taxi driver who doesn't pay attention to gas prices. .”

There is actually some truth to what Arima Sai said... When I was chatting with Arima Keixiang before, she said one thing that she didn't pay much attention to industry gossip. But later, when she was participating in a variety show, she casually mentioned what happened when she was getting along with another actress in the industry. As a result, the face of a female artist on the same stage changed drastically.

It was only later that she learned that the actress she was talking about cheated on her husband, so she began to pay attention to this type of industry-leading consulting.

From this point of view, Arima Jianzhai is indeed more complete than Arima Guixiang.

"Is that so? Mr. Fujiwara and Ms. Guixiang are dating." Inoue Mori asked again.

"Ahem, sister Jianzhai and I are just friends."

"More than friends, but less than lovers." Arima Jiansai said with a little thumb up.

Inoue Mori nodded again, seemingly thoughtful.

After eating, Kei Fujiwara took them to catch dolls again. Both Kei Fujiwara and Sai Arima came back empty-handed, but Mori Inoue showed off his power in front of the doll machine and caught a whole bag of dolls. . His usually pale face also flushed a little more because of joy.

After eating and playing, Kei Fujiwara drove them home.

Along the way, Arimasai still talked to Inoue Mori from time to time, but Inoue Mori often ignored him. Made him feel a little wronged.

Fujiwara Kei sent Arima Jiansai to Arima's house, then turned around and drove to Inoue Moriya's house.

When the car drove to the door of Inoue's house, Inoue Riho was already waiting at the door. Fujiwara Kei got out of the car. Inoue Riho bowed and said, "I'm really sorry to trouble you, Mr. Fujiwara."

"It's okay." Fujiwara Kei opened the car door, only to find that Mori had fallen asleep again.

"Morimata, wake up." Inoue Riho said, gently patting Morimata's face.

But Morita was sleeping soundly and couldn't wake up no matter how she screamed. Riho tried to hug her. Morita was very light, but Riho was also very thin, so it was very difficult to hold her.

Kei Fujiwara simply took Morimata directly from Riho and said, "Let me do it."

"Excuse me."

When Kei Fujiwara picked up Morita, Morita subconsciously put his arm around Kei Fujiwara's neck. Kei Fujiwara looked down and saw that Morita was sleeping peacefully and well-behaved, like a little baby. The moonlight shrouded her, her eyelashes fluttered, and her moist lips shone with light.

After entering the room, Fujiwara Kei put Mori on the tatami again, and she immediately fell asleep on her side.

After Kei Fujiwara put her down, he was about to leave, but Mori turned around, suddenly hugged Kei Fujiwara's calf, and murmured: "Dad, don't leave..."

"Oh, Morimata..." Riho was a little embarrassed and quickly went to break Morimata's hand, but Morimata's arms suddenly became like two iron hooks, tightly hooking Fujiwara Kei's legs.

"Fujiwara-sensei, please don't be offended," Riho said.

"It doesn't matter, you can just sit for a while." Kei Fujiwara also sat down and gently touched his smooth and tender face.

"This child misses her father." Riho looked at Morimata with a hint of affection in her eyes.

Kei Fujiwara knew that Morimata's father had passed away, but the specific circumstances were not clear.

"When did your husband..."

"Four years ago." Riho got a drink from the refrigerator for Kei Fujiwara. "I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep if I drink tea at night. Just drink some corn juice. I made it myself."

"Thank you."

"My husband was originally the president of a small club, doing small export business. But four years ago, due to changes in the international situation, the business became difficult. I could have successfully transformed after a while, but this time At that time, the bank forced us to repay the loan, which resulted in the company being bankrupt and liquidated."

Banks borrow umbrellas on sunny days and take away umbrellas on rainy days. This is not the slander of the banking industry in "Naoki Hansawa", but the common feeling of Japanese private entrepreneurs in this era. When your company is at its peak, a group of salesmen will harass you day and night like flies. They wish they could break their waists in two and use both soft and hard tactics to get you to borrow their money.

However, as long as there is a little bit of trouble in the business, they will straighten their backs instantly and forcefully demand that you pay back the money.

In the eyes of many Japanese, bankers are more hateful than the mafia.

"After my husband went bankrupt, he suffered from severe depression. After staying in bed for three months...he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff."

In the 1990s, countless Japanese committed suicide due to bankruptcy, and even "suicide" became one of the cultural phenomena in Japanese society. There are even some famous scenic spots that are famous because so many people committed suicide here. For example, the Aokigahara Sea of ​​Trees under Mount Fuji is the famous suicide forest.

There is no love like Eason Chan's song at the foot of Mount Fuji, there are only bones.

Hearing this, Kei Fujiwara couldn't help but sigh a little. He picked up the juice and took a sip. When he looked up, he noticed many paintings on the wall.

Most of them are comics, with different drawing styles, and some are even colored. Because the director had to draw separate shots, Kei Fujiwara still had some skills in art, and he could tell at a glance that the skill contained in a few paintings was impressive.

Especially in the cartoon of a girl throwing a baseball, the character's movements are drawn extremely smoothly. Although it is just a static picture, the dynamic effect can be seen at first glance.

"Ms. Inoue, did you draw these?" Fujiwara Kei asked, "The paintings are really good."

"No, how can I know these things?" Risu smiled, "These are Morimata's works. This child has always liked painting."