Yunyang Novelist Luanbu

6:[-] p.m. in Tokyo.

Ranpo sat on the van numbly, blowing the night breeze with Ayanokōji, Zenyuan Hui, and Tsumiji.Luanbu does not require any Lincoln extended car to pick up and drop off. At least there must be a car that can shelter from the wind and rain. As a result, Fuheshier does not have a car, nor rents a car, nor takes a taxi, but takes the whole family (because I heard that Luanbu participated It's a party, and there are free meals and drinks) Standing at the gate of the main road to stop the car.

Maybe Fu Heisher has already done it well.After a while, a female owner of a convertible van stopped in front of him, chatted up with him, glanced at the two teenagers in kimonos, then looked down at the two siblings holding hands, and snapped her fingers. He said very handsomely: "Get in the car."

Compared to Ranpo's dissatisfaction with the current situation, Ayanokoji doesn't mind sitting in the van by herself, and the two children are at the age of playfulness, so they don't usually have the opportunity to go out like this, so this time they are happy sitting in the van Extremely, looking at the neon lights, counting the windows passing by, and discussing who will meet later and what delicious food will be eaten.

This Writers Conference is full of writers who have already debuted.Some are big writers who are in the limelight now, like Sajiro Yamamoto;It stands to reason that Ranpo is not yet a writer and has not published any works, so he cannot attend, but he still asked Morishia Yusen for an invitation letter.

Because Ranpo wanted to meet the creator of his favorite works.

Luanbu's request was made clearly and simply.

Morishita Yusen was in a dilemma at the time, and the editor-in-chief made the decision.Now that Qingxueguan is supporting young authors, Luanbu will make his debut sooner or later, if he wants to do it, he can do it, and it's okay to recognize his face earlier.But there are three conditions: [-]. You must not conflict with any writer; [-]. You must not damage the conference site; [-]. You must leave the conference site before [-]:[-] pm.The last point is based on Ranbu's status as a minor.

Of course, Morishita Yusen will also be there, in order to avoid being abducted by someone to drink a glass of wine and so on. The conference site is actually a cafe owned by a certain writer. The first floor is a cafe with a strong Showa atmosphere, and the underground The first floor is a bar. Some writers don't like to drink, so they sit in the cafe upstairs.

The car stopped in front of the agreed cafe.

The door of the small shop is high and narrow, and the neighborhood is quiet near the residential area. If it weren't for the twilight light from the shop door, when Ranpo and Ayanokoji got out of the car, many unnatural lines appeared on the beautiful kimono. crease.Seeing the two people in such a mess, Fu Heisher couldn't restrain his schadenfreude smile, and asked knowingly, "Are you all right?"

Luan Bu didn't know what he meant, raised his chin, and snorted softly: "Hmph, childish. I'm already a mature and reliable novelist, so I don't have the same knowledge as you."

Fu Heisher was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled even more in the next second.

Ranpo wouldn't think that he was very mature just by saying that, right?

Anyway, they waited for the kid to eat by himself, and he drank his fill at the bar downstairs.

Hearing Fu Heisher's hearty laughter, Luanbu glanced at him dissatisfiedly, and then walked into the shop, while several people younger than him lined up to follow Luanbu, stepping into the small shop step by step.

Once the store door is opened, it is like entering another world.

The narrow door of the store gives people the feeling that the store is small, but as soon as the door is opened, you can see the design of the internal structure, which is exquisite and spacious, as if you have fallen into another warm and lively world all of a sudden.The three or four waiters standing in the crowd walked around lightly like fish swimming in water, standing in front of each other easily when the guests needed them.

The restaurant manager smiled gently at their messy or everyday clothes, as if they were wearing the most luxurious and decent clothes: "Mr. Morishita said hello and said that you will bring three guests over."

As the manager spoke, his eyes followed the faces of several other children, smiling one by one: "Today is our great writer Yamamoto's birthday celebration, so you can eat more cake."

Ayanokouji was expressionless, but the eyes of Megumi Zenin and Tsumiki suddenly sparkled.

Hearing this, Fu Heisher felt that something was wrong: "Three people?"

Doesn't that mean you can't enter when you come to him?

"Yes, in fact, each person can only bring at most one co-worker, but Mr. Morishita Yumori gave the quota to the little writer Edogawa." The manager showed a very gentle smile and said, "Plus, there is a birthday party today, and there are many children. It will be more lively at one point. Therefore, the little writer Edogawa can invite three people, which is the limit."

Luanbu sneered at Fuheshier, who wanted to open his belly to drink fine wine, without any politeness, and said, "I can't drink the wine, you should drink the northwest wind outside."

Fu Heisher was not in a hurry, looked left and right, and found that a group of female writers had just gathered in front of the store, so he went straight to the outside of the store.In less than a minute, Fu Heisher had re-entered the shop with the female writers talking and laughing.

Ling Xiaolu pointed to the two children and said, "Are you sure this is your father?"

From going out to now, Ayanokoji has seen Fuheshier seduce two women. Although he did not act out of line, the demeanor and actions he always put on when he treats women who can help him should be related to "seduction" There is no difference.His reaction was obvious facial feedback. He made a facial expression before showing the emotion on his face, instead of showing a smile because he was happy first.

Tsumiji raised his eyes, glanced at his stepfather Fuheisher, and then quickly averted his gaze.And Chanyuan Hui ignored Fu Heisher at all—this person who suddenly disappeared from his life and suddenly appeared in front of him, what kind of father was he.

The female writer next to her was surprised when she heard what Ayanokoji said, and said, "So you have two children?"

Fu Heisher was not guilty, and said: "I told you just now, isn't it cute?"

"It's hard for one person to take care of two children, isn't it?" The female writer, full of maternal love, said to Fu Heisher, "If you need help, just tell me."

Ayanokōji felt that this was different from what was said in the novel.But before he had time to react, he was dragged into the buffet counter in disorder.

Ranpo directly put the disposable plate in Ayanokouji's hand.

Ranbu knew that Ayanokouji had no malicious intentions to disrupt the situation, he was simply curious about Fuheisher's role as a father, why he was able to handle different women so easily, and now Ayanokouji was probably thinking and analyzing the different situations in his brain reason.

But there's nothing to think about.

"eat!"

Ayanokōji withdrew his redundant glances, and saw that the two children had learned to walk around randomly, picking up small plates and starting to pick up desserts. This is a buffet order that does not meet the human dietary standards at all.Ayanokouji struggled for a second, then gave up trying to guide them to eat right, and imitated random steps to take the cake first.

Luanbu saw that Ling Xiaolu was taking the same things, so he said: "You take all the same things, if they don't taste good, don't you have to eat two servings?"

Ayanokouji was startled immediately, what does this mean?

When Ranbu thinks it's not tasty, does he have to be responsible for eating it?

Ayanokouji was hesitating between "Speak up and resist" and "Silence".But before he could come to a conclusion, Morishita Yumori, who was wearing a business suit, had already come over to strike up a conversation.

"Ranbu-kun, did your clothes get crushed before you put them on?"

Ranpo's dressing always has a blurred boundary between "proper" and "wool". It stands to reason that kimono is a kind of formal attire for attendance. It is not only decent, but also pleasing to the eye, but Ranpo's kimono is full of creases. Like rolling around on the ground.

Morishita Yusen tidied up Ranpo a little bit, and he will introduce Ranpo to other writers later, at least the basic grooming must be done well.When Luanbu was standing, he ate up a small cake.Morishita Yumori looked up and saw the empty plate, he couldn't laugh or cry, and then he talked to Ayanokoji, two well-behaved children who had their own opinions.

"You should all be Mr. Ranpo's friends, right? Our table is sitting by the window, so don't get lost." Morishita Yusen was kind and polite to the three of them, "My name is Morishita Yumori, what did you encounter? If you have a problem, you can tell the little brothers and sisters in uniform my name at any time, they will notify me immediately, and I will be there to solve it.”

"Thank you."

Tsumiji followed the etiquette taught by the teacher and bowed to Morishita Yumori.

Zen Yuanhui also followed the gourd painting.

Ayanokouji was a step behind and imitated them to bow.

Morishita Yusen smiled and said: "You're welcome. The rule of eating buffet is to only eat what you can eat. Don't rush to take everything, and don't waste food. If there is no problem, you can eat slowly."

After Luanbu Yusen finished speaking, he said, "Their father is also there."

"Huh?" Morishita Yusen glanced around subconsciously.

That means one more guardian, right?

Doesn't he have to take care of so many children?

Luanbu lowered his head and took three crystal jellies on the plate and said slowly: "But he went downstairs to drink."

"..."

Is there any difference between saying this and not saying it?

Morishia Yusen is still thinking about how to arrange for the three children. After all, he has to take Luanbu around to recognize the teacher, and other people can't take it with him.

But the sound of chaotic steps interrupted Morishita Yusen's thinking: "By the way, is the new teacher there?"

The new name teacher of Ranbushuo, whose full name is "New Name Ren Taro", focuses on the original mystery novels, and made his debut at the age of 30 with an award. After one or two years of making his debut, his subsequent works became rigid in thinking and repeated The problems of character design and outdated creativity are gradually left behind by readers.Now there are occasional works, but the sales are declining. This time there are only 2000 copies printed, and the market absorption rate is probably less than half.

"The new teacher probably won't come this time."

"Hey, but I came here because of him." Luanbu said with his eyes wide open, "I've read every one of his books, and his debut work is especially wonderful, I still want to shake hands with him."

Senxia Yusen didn't know what to say.

The new name Ren Taro has been writing for more than 20 years, and he hasn’t achieved much. Every time he is invited, he will inevitably be under pressure. Last year, I heard that he was ridiculed by other best-selling young writers, “If I After writing for a year without any results, I gave up a long time ago. I have persisted for more than 20 years, and my family doesn’t know how to live?”

Morishita Yusen changed the subject and said, "There are so many great writers here."

"Oh." Ranpo replied casually, "Then who among them is better than Mr. Kudo?"

"..."

Yu Kudo became a god when he made his debut. Now the cumulative sales of his debut work have exceeded [-] million, and there are already eight translations, not to mention his continuous release of sequels.

Last time when the new editor of Qinggakukan heard that Yusaku Kudo was only 30 years old, he was shocked for a long time, because he had been watching Yusaku Kudo’s works since elementary school, but he was not a big fan. He only knew that he had debuted for a long time, but Didn't realize he was only 30 years old.Yusaku Kudo has been in the international circle for a long time now.There are few here that can compare with Yuzuo Kudo.

In fact, the author conference here is relatively rich in interest, and most of the participants are authors whose book sales have been relatively high in the past two years.Among the literary clans, only Sajiro Yamamoto made friends with some new writers every year.As for the pure literature, there are also great authors with introverted personalities who seldom participate in this kind of author conference.However, Ranpo is now preparing for his debut, and there is no harm in attending an author meeting of this nature.

Seeing that Senxia Yusen couldn't answer, Luanbu said, "Then I'll eat well."

Doesn't this chaotic expression mean that he came here to eat and drink, so don't bother him?

Senxia Yusen suddenly smiled wryly.

"Aren't you going to meet other authors? Maybe you can make good friends?" Morishita Yusen began to encourage Chaos.

Luanbu continued to pick up food without raising his head: "But I am introverted and shy of strangers, and I don't really want to meet strangers."

"…………"

As soon as this was said, Ayanokōji, Zenin Megumi, Tsumiki and Morishita Amori who heard Ranpo's words fell silent at the same time.

Ranpo didn't care about the reactions of the people around him, and felt that it was a pity that he didn't see Shinna Rentaro himself, so he said to Morishita Yumori: "I still want to meet Shinna-sensei, editor Morishita, please help me arrange it."

"Didn't you say that you are shy and introverted?" Morishita Yusen reminded.

Luanbu blinked and said, "Is there a conflict? I'm just talking, don't you believe it?"

Morishia Yusen was choked by Luanbu and couldn't speak.

At this time, the familiar voice came up again, directly interrupting the chatting atmosphere of the few of them.

"This is the first time I know that Qingxueguan will bring writers who haven't debuted to the writer's meeting. This Qingxueguan is becoming less and less respectful of writers. Cats and dogs can be put in at will. Are there any rules?"

When he looked up, it was Sajiro Yamamoto who had trouble with Ranpo that day.

These words were loud and harsh, and they also criticized the current owner Qing Xueguan.Even a good-tempered person like Morishita Yusen couldn't help frowning.

Morishita Yumori quickly calmed down and said: "The little writer Ranpo has come here and has communicated with the organizer. The winner of the Qinggakukan Newcomer Award is Edogawa Ranpo who wrote "Two Cents". The publication date is tomorrow, and the debut date is a matter of one or two days. Participating in advance to see the demeanor of the seniors is not without exception. For example, Mr. Yamamoto brought all the students from the writing class he opened before. The teacher should still Remember? Are two of them debuting now?"

"Oh, am I talking about my affairs now, or the affairs of Qingxueguan? Qingxueguan is now starting to decline, broken jars and smashing, and it is about to start biting people, right? If I am not here, Qingxueguan can still last Now?" Zuojiro Yamamoto's face suddenly became ferocious.

Sajiro Yamamoto did not become rich because of his better life.Instead, he was a thin old man.When he is quiet, he has the demeanor of a master, with the solemnity of a sword hidden deep in the mountains, but once there are too many emotions, the whole face becomes a philistine and a rascal, completely lacking in the demeanor of a master.There is a huge contrast between before and after.Some sensitive and fragile writers will be as afraid as a child encountering a wolf when they see him change.

Reasonable and unforgiving.

Unreasonable and rude.

It was Sajiro Yamamoto.

How many people in the circle hope that he can collapse, as if hoping that the nightmare will end soon, but helplessly, he is very good at writing, and he can also find ghostwriters who can write, and he is better at marketing.A year is better than a year of prosperity.

Senxia Yusen saw more and more people gathered around, and the trouble was not good, and it was hard for each other to step down, but he couldn't say "I'm sorry" at this time anyway.If it drags on, it is very likely that you will be forced to sit down in public before you can settle the matter.

Morishita Yumori bit the tip of his tongue, and then he put on a business smile that is often seen by well-meaning people in society: "Mr. Yamamoto, I didn't mean to attack you, and I didn't think that my behavior was representing Qingxuekan, which caused you to criticize Qingxuekan. The impression of the museum has become low. Today is your birthday, shall I offer you a toast?"

Morishita Yusen couldn't find champagne or other wine on the first floor of the cafe, so he found a cup of tea instead.As soon as he sent it up, Zuojiro Yamamoto waved his hand away, and the hot tea in the cup splashed out of his hand.Seeing the splash of tea, Morishita Yumori subconsciously protected it with his hands so as not to burn Megumi and Tsumiki who were nearby.

Morishita Yumori winked at Ayanokoji's direction and asked him to take the two children to sit on the table first, and the matter would be over soon.But he didn't know if Ayanokōji understood, and Sajiro Yamamoto's voice fell like a torrential rain again.

"Since you became a gold medal editor in less than a year, you brat, you've become proud. You think I really don't know how many scolding words are hidden behind your smiling face. Do you think you're smart and smart? "

The surrounding people gathered more and more into a circle because of the movement caused.

This time, Zuojiro Yamamoto deliberately wanted to humiliate Morishita Yumori and the others in front of everyone, so he spoke louder and louder, without even thinking about backing down.

He originally liked the personality of everyone's attention, the more people looked at him, the more energetic he would be, and he liked the expression of others submitting in front of him, daring to be angry but not speaking.The reason why the fire was extinguished quickly in the restaurant incident last time was because he didn't have so many acquaintances last time, and he didn't have so much confidence in his heart.However, 80.00% of the authors at this author conference are only their own leaders. Yamamoto Zuojiro is like the overlord of his own field, with the same limelight and more wanton.

Morishita Yumori knew the situation, but continued to keep a smile on his face: "Mr. Yamamoto, if you are dissatisfied because of me personally, please give me a chance to make amends. Today is your birthday, how inappropriate is it to get angry?"

"Oh, it turns out that editor Morishita also knows about my birthday. If that's the case, it's okay to perform some sideshows at the birthday party? For example, will you break chopsticks?"

Sajiro Yamamoto glanced at Morishita Yumori's backside, just as the corner of his mouth was smiling, a cup of hot tea was splashed on his face, and only Ranbu's wide red sleeves could be seen from the corner of his eye.

Yamamoto Zuojiro backed away screaming in pain, and after being supported by the author behind him, he wiped his face with his hands and looked angrily at Edogawa Ranpo who stood in front of Morishita Yumori.

I saw the young man frowning, with a faint green light in his eyes, and a cold and disgusted word from his thin lips: "Do you know what you are talking about? I don't even know what you are so proud of."

Just as Zuojiro Yamamoto was about to jump up and yell in anger, he raised his glass high in Luanbu: "Just say one more thing, and I will smash the glass in your face right now. I will do what I say!"

Yamamoto Sajiro was stunned on the spot.

Seeing that he didn't dare to move, Luanbu put the cup firmly on the table with a "boom", looked around, and raised his voice and said: "There's nothing delicious here, tell that one to stop drinking, let's go. "

Senxia Yusen was stunned for a moment.

He can't go yet.

But Ranpo directly pulled Morishita Yusen out of the store, and while pulling, said: "If you are told by the old man of the publishing house, just report my name directly. I will keep you safe."

Morishia Yusen sighed, and when he thought about it, he felt very funny: "I don't care." The thing had already happened, and Morishia Yusen adjusted quickly. The big deal is that he can no longer be an editor, but at least Luanpo must send him to make his debut. OK. "After returning to Yokohama, I will think about how to deal with it."

Ranpo said: "Let it be handled by Ling Xiaolu."

Ling Xiaolu, who had been silent all this time, was suddenly called, and immediately raised his head to look at Ranbu and Morishia Yusen: "..."

"Lyanokoji is very powerful, just leave it to him." Ranbu said relaxedly, "He is full of justice in his heart, and he will never just sit idly by."

After Ranpo finished speaking, Ayanokōji, who was dressed as a "righteous person", glanced at Ranpo calmly while saying "hmm".However, in Morishita Yusen's view, there seemed to be a murderous aura in that glance that was just short of materialization.

……

In fact, this Ayanokōji-kun was dragged into the water, right?

Yusen Mori thought so.

But Ranpo didn't seem to notice this, after getting into Moriya Yusen's car, he happened to be shoulder to shoulder with Ling Xiaolu.Ranpo said: "Speaking of birthdays, when is Ayanokouji's birthday?"

Lingkoulu said coolly, "October [-]th."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the shoulder by Luanbu.Luanbu smiled and said, "My birthday is next door to yours. It's October 21st. My birthday will be after your birthday. We can eat cake twice." Luanbu raised his V-shaped fingers.

Ayanokōji doesn't know if Ranpo lied to him, but no one has celebrated his birthday yet, even if it's just this kind of imagination, it doesn't feel bad.

"Ah."

Ayanokouji responded lightly.

Then he turned his eyes to the projection on the car window, and he saw himself in a kimono.

Is the kimono I wear for myself really meaningless?

With such doubts in Lingkoulu's heart, coupled with the fact that he knew that Ranbu had other plans for him, the temperature on his face gradually dropped, and finally he had a lukewarm expression again.