Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 27 They look so similar, what if I can’t tell them apart in the future?
At Tokugawa's house, Matsueda Kiyoaki put down his phone and looked at Matsueda Kiyoyuki innocently: "Really, it's just like what I told you just now, we are just making a bet, there is absolutely no other secret."

"Really?" Songzhi Qingxue looked at her biological mother.

"Yes, it is……"

Matsueda Shinsako lowered her head slightly, her hair and clothes were a little messy, and her expression... was actually a little well-behaved?
"What can I say about you..." Songzhi Qingxue rubbed his forehead, looking like he had a headache.

Matsueda Shinsako lowered her head even lower.

Shame, shame, such a great shame!

Her face was now flushed, her cheeks were red and hot, her toes hidden in her white tabi were curled up tightly, and she was so embarrassed that she dug out a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment.

"I'm going to go see grandpa, you two should behave yourself!" Songzhi Qingxue glared at his mother and Songzhi Qingxian, then walked into the ward.

"Whoo~"

Shinsako Matsueda took a breath and felt like she was alive again.

"Matsueda Kiyoaki!" She looked at the young man with gritted teeth.

Kiyoaki Matsueda looked over and saw that her cheeks were as red as ripe tomatoes.

This is the first time I see her like this.

Unexpectedly cute.

"Is there anything else?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda.

Matsueda Shinsako snorted, suppressed her inner shame, and regained her composure: "I won't let you go!"

The tone was still the same condescending tone as before.

Kiyoaki Matsueda couldn't help but mutter in his heart, wishing he had used a little more force and hit her so hard that she couldn't walk.

Inside the ward, Songzhi Qingxue silently looked at the old man on the bed.

Compared to June, he seemed to have shrunk a lot, with thin cheeks and dull eyes.

"Grandpa, are you okay?" Songzhi Qingxue asked.

The head of the Tokugawa family raised his eyes to look at her, his lifeless eyes were like an empty swallow's nest left under the eaves.

"Are you okay?" Songzhi Qingxue asked again.

The old Tokugawa family master slowly opened his mouth and uttered a dry voice: "Qingxian also came to see me just now..."

"Well, he's still outside the door. Do you want me to ask him to come in?" asked Qingxue Songeda.

"No, that's not necessary..." The head of the Tokugawa family shook his head with difficulty, "I will die soon. I have asked a lawyer to write my will. Eighty percent will be left to your family, and twenty percent will be left to your aunt... Your mother is too straightforward and doesn't know how to adapt. You and your wife should keep the money..."

"Don't talk about this, just have a good rest." Songzhi Qingxue said quickly.

The head of the Tokugawa family was silent for a moment, and a line of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, which startled her.

The fluorescent light shone down from the ceiling, making the tears gleam with a faint silver light. He must have used up the little emotional strength he had left, and murmured slowly and weakly: "Tell your mother that I'm sorry to her. She has always been the one I love most in my heart..."

Then he closed his eyes, called "Mosako" several times, and fell into a deep sleep with guilt towards his eldest daughter.

...We can't just sit down and have a good chat when we're alive. Why do we have to wake up to this reality when we're about to die?
Songzhi Qingxue sighed somewhat sadly.

My mother has always had a strong personality throughout her life. She would never admit her mistakes if she was wronged. This character trait was actually inherited from my grandfather. It was already difficult for this stubborn father and daughter to get along with each other, and now there was a bitchy aunt in the family.

What a sin.

After taking a final look at the old man and confirming that the vital signs displayed on various instruments were stable, Songzhi Qingxue walked out of the ward.

"How is he?" asked Matsueda Shinsako.

Songzhi Qingxue replied, "Fell asleep."

Matsueda Shinsako had nothing to say, so she turned around and walked outside: "Let's go to the tea room."

"Let's go." Songzhi Qingxue glanced at Songzhi Qingxian and followed.

"Good~"

Kiyoaki Matsueda followed behind.

He didn't pay much attention to it just now, but now that the mother and daughter were in the same frame, he was surprised to find that they looked so much alike.

The high nose bridge and rosy cherry lips look like they were carved out of the same template, and the narrow and long phoenix eyes are no exaggeration to say they were copied and pasted. The teardrop mole on the mother's right eye is the only difference between the two faces.

The mother is in her early forties and the eldest daughter is twenty-one.

My mother's well-maintained face shows a youthfulness and vitality rarely seen at her age, and she looks to be in her thirties.

My daughter has a calmness far beyond her age.

The mother looks young and the daughter looks mature, so when they appear in the same frame, they look like a pair of sisters with an older age gap.

"They look so alike, what if I can't tell them apart..."

"No, I'll move when I have money, why should I think about this..."

On the way to the teahouse, in order to stop himself from thinking too much, Matsueda Kiyoaki thought about the Tanabata festival.

When did Tanabata come to Japan?

Since when did Japan stop celebrating the Tanabata Festival according to the lunar calendar and instead celebrate the Tanabata Festival according to the new calendar?
Is Japan's Tanabata also marketed as Valentine's Day by the capital market like China's?
Capital is really abominable. Except for Qingming Festival and Zhongyuan Festival, other festivals seem to be marketed as Valentine's Day, trying every way to make money...

Kiyoaki Matsueda's mind was full of random thoughts.

On the left is a law genius from the University of Tokyo, and on the right is a new literature award winner. Matsueda Shinsako looks straight ahead, and walks elegantly and quietly, yet with an unstoppable strength.

It’s very much like the beginning of a historical drama, where the general’s wife appears surrounded by a crowd and is obviously a powerful female villain.

"Is Japan's Tanabata also Valentine's Day?" Kiyokase Matsueda asked Kiyoxue Matsueda in a low voice.

Songzhi Qingxue shook her head: "No."

"That's good. I hate Valentine's Day that is marketed the most. It's a tool for capitalists to cheat people out of money." Kiyoaki Matsueda said.

Songzhi Qingxue glanced at him and said, "I am also a capitalist."

"No, you are from an old noble family and should be considered a feudal remnant." Kiyaki Matsueda was determined not to have any connection with the capitalists.

"Why didn't I realize you were so eloquent before?" Songzhi Qingxue glared at him unhappily. Songzhi Qingxian had no choice but to shut up.

When I returned to the tea room, the man named Tachibana had left, but the woman was still there.

This time, Matsueda Shinsako returned with the aura of a winner, and her aura was at its maximum. She chatted with the relatives present like a hostess.

Matsueda Kiyoyuki is the daughter of a wealthy family, and she receives guests with her mother.

The vicious stepmother and her daughter were left out and sat alone in front of the tea table.

Of course, they are not alone.

Kiyoaki Matsueda was also sitting in front of the tea table, counting the tea leaves in the tea bowl with a bored look on his face.

Suddenly, Songeda Qingxue asked the absent-minded Songeda Qingxian: "Songeda Hanami, what do you think of this name?"

"Yeah, that sounds good, what's wrong?"

"If we have a daughter in the future, we will name her this."

"..."

Songeda Qingxian looked terrified.

...He was still thinking about running away when he got the money, but this woman actually wanted to have a child with him? How terrible!

"What should the boy be called?" asked Matsueda Shinsako.

"A boy? That's a little hard to say..." Songzhi Qingxue pondered and thought very seriously.

"How about Rinya?" Matsueda Shinsako suggested.

"It's a bit strange..."

"The King is the King..."

"Very domineering, very good." An auntie next door whose name I don't know smiled and flattered me.

The Qixi family dinner was really boring. A room full of women ate seasonal food to cool down, wrote Japanese poems, talked about things like tea ceremony and flower arrangement, and laughed hypocritically and politely from time to time.

Matsueda Kiyoaki had no interest in discussing this and could only sit there in silence.
Occasionally take a look at the pine branches clear of snow.

The more he looked, the more he felt that this woman was not simple.

Whether it is Japanese poetry, tea ceremony, or flower arrangement, she can talk about it with the elders. She can even talk about the unpopular art of incense. Is this the terrifying thing about genius?

If Songzhi Qingxue knew what he was thinking, she would definitely answer proudly: "Yes!"

She was a first-class graduate in the liberal arts department of the University of Tokyo, a legal genius, with excellent grades in all subjects. During her studies, she passed the judicial examination, the diplomat examination, and the national civil service first-class special examination.

Her mentor, who has abundant political connections, said frankly that as long as she is willing to go into politics after graduation, she will definitely be a frequent contributor to current affairs news in 10 years.

As the party is coming to an end, according to tradition, everyone will write down their Qixi wishes on a piece of paper and hang it on the tree in the yard.
"What should I wish for?"

“Of course, they are getting younger and younger.”

“I hope to have grandchildren soon.”

"I hope that every year that follows will be peaceful and smooth..."

The ladies talked about their simple and modest wishes, and the three people from the Matsueda family also gathered together.

"I have no wishes, so I won't write anymore." Kiyoaki Matsueda said lazily.

"No!" Matsueda Shinsako glared at him sternly, "This is a tradition, you have to take it seriously!"

What a conservative woman...

What wish should I make?

Kiyoaki Matsueda held the note and couldn't help but fall into confusion again.

When he first came through, his wish was to be rich.

After getting the money, you won’t have to live under someone else’s roof.

Now, his debut work has won an award, and money and fame are within his reach. So what is his goal for the next stage of life? But after taking this step, he realized that he had no goal for the next stage of life at all.

In this big world, it seems that he can only live alone, in the wilderness at dusk, crying out to the heavens and the earth for help but no one can help him share his joys, sorrows, anger and happiness...

Short notes filled with wishes were hung on the trees, carrying people's wishes.

In the lively and festive atmosphere of the festival, Matsueda Shinsako discovered that Matsueda Kiyaki seemed to be lost again.

He stood in the rainy corridor, staring quietly at the endless rain curtain, as if he was a lonely soul that could not integrate into the reality, floating helplessly on the mud splashed with white raindrops.

"Kiyoaki, make a wish~" Matsueda Shinsako couldn't help but shout, her voice was unexpectedly gentle.

"Ah? Oh..."

Kiyoaki Matsueda turned around.

"What wish did you write?" Songzhi Qingxue looked over and found that he had not written anything.

"What about yours? Let me take a look at it." Kiyoaki Matsueda looked at her note.

All I saw written on it was [Love each other dearly, may you have a baby soon].

"Are you serious?"

"It's half true and half false, but you have to write it too. I'm warning you, I wrote about both of us, so you have to write about both of us." Matsueda Kiyoyuki said in a threatening tone, but her expression was cunning and intelligent, with a little cuteness that made people want to touch her.

Since Kiyoaki Matsueda had no other wishes, he could only follow her advice.

[Love Qingxue till old age, let her give birth to a football team]

"..."

Songzhi Qingxue's expression changed slightly.

"Come on, I'll help you hang it up." Matsueda Masako picked up the two notes, glanced at the contents on them, a hint of relief flashed in her eyes, she hung up the two notes, and then secretly hid her own underneath.

The above wish is a bit strange.

(End of this chapter)