Tokyo Wingman King

The lights in Minami Aoyama are no different from those in other places in Tokyo, but they hide the sociability and appetite of the entire city at night.

The chef here will never disappoint the great writer Murakami, and the ordinary-looking and clean boy in front of him will not disappoint his curiosity.

He didn't expect that he would actually chat with a high school student for an hour and a half.

The boy naturally started with jazz and American second-hand record stores. He chatted with him about his favorite director Kaurismaki and "Once Upon a Time in the Clouds", the Irish scenery in "The Door Opens Now for You", and the writer's card. Fuka, Faulkner, Dostoyevsky, Ryu Murakami, talked about Fitzgerald's "The Last Tycoon", home designer Hans Wagner's The Chair and costume designer Kawakubo Ling's COMME des GARONS (like a boy), we talked about drinking, listening to music, cooking, jogging and walking.

As it happened, he was very knowledgeable about this information.

The familiar information emerged from the bottom of his heart and ran out of his stomach, which was actually more comfortable than when he was running.

How long has it been since we last talked?

And all this came from the requests of three friends within 2 days.

Obviously these guys know that they don't like dinner parties or dinner socializing.

I have friends from the editorial board who have known each other for many years, a friend who is a illustrator of a new book with whom I have gotten along well, and a friend who is a pianist who has opened a very good restaurant. They also came with gifts - long out-of-print jazz records and Beatles T-shirts. , Kafka's manuscripts.

These are naturally his hobbies.

But it was not a gift from a friend, but a kindness from the dinner inviter.

There are always times when people can't help themselves. Seeing the way his three friends couldn't help themselves, Murakami thought that he was being targeted by a nasty and self-righteous big shot.

He has long been accustomed to being alone and does not have many friends, which means that when he faces a friend's request, he cannot help but face it.

Then let’s meet.

Let’s see what kind of monster it is, interested in an old man in his 70s.

Compared with being asked by a friend to have dinner with an unknown person out of nowhere,

He was even more angry that he didn't eat until 8 o'clock.

After all, as a biological clock robot that claims to go to bed at 9 o'clock, he hasn't had dinner so late for a long time, and he has a disappointing feeling that his own rhythm has been disrupted.

But the explanations in the three invitation letters quickly made him feel relieved.

——You won’t be asked about your income tax, your ex-girlfriend/ex-wife, or your Nobel Prize.

——The weather is hot, so dinner will mainly consist of vegetables and Kirin beer; if formal attire is not necessary, T-shirts, shorts, and flip-flops are recommended.

——I'm sorry to keep you up late, but here's something I want to ask you anyway that doesn't require much effort on your part.

Although Murakami himself had never felt that wearing flip-flops to a banquet in Minami Aoyama was rude, he had never done so once.

Who is this person?

Before going out, holding a bag containing the three gifts he received in one hand, Murakami glanced at the flip-flops and became curious about the inviter.

"So, you spent so much effort, and the result is that you want me to hold a literary salon with this beautiful female classmate of yours?"

Murakami and Asama were a little surprised when they confirmed this information. He always believed that people who are willing to spend a lot of energy and money on you must want to get more from you.

Few people will take the initiative to engage in loss-making business.

But if the boy in front of him, or the girl, is his fan, this can explain one or two things.

No, this boy must be his fan!

Asama nodded and said,

"Well, to be precise, you are invited to help attend a less commercial, but always a commercial event that you hate.

After all, it is an activity related to the life and death of a bookstore, although I am not interested in the life or death of this bookstore.

I think she needs a strong novelist to help her, but I don't want it to be anyone other than you.

Because, I think Mr. Murakami has that power. "

Hearing that Asama didn't pretend to have any intention of saving the bookstore, and praised himself in an awkward way, Murakami put down his coffee cup and asked,

"What power?"

"Mr. Murakami said, 'I didn't like teachers and schools in the past. I didn't like being forced to study and follow the rules. I didn't like working in a company, I didn't like organizations like the literary world, and I didn't like being taught self-righteous lessons. , looking back on my life, I feel that I have always been resisting the mandatory orders from the top.' Is this true?

It just so happens that she is the kind of person who hates the stereotypes within the framework, hates the conventional sacrifices for freedom, hates the disregard for dignity and fairness in the details of life, hates the standards of painting and music, hates that nougat is cut too neatly. Just like you, there are people who choose to create to resist.

Free literary and artistic creation is a confrontational force that dilutes the absolute right of interpretation. I hope Mr. Murakami can give her one or two words of encouragement in this regard. "

When Asama quoted the words, Murakami felt as if he had actually said them but not said them at all.

After all, he is the kind of person who would read passages from his previous novels and think, "Did I really write this?" ] This kind of strange person.

However, Asama and the girl he introduced are indeed very interesting - a beautiful girl who makes people feel like they add milk and sugar to refreshing coffee.

"You take a record and ask me to write two sentences on the sleeve, and I just write it. I don't like participating in these activities. If you said that at the beginning, I might just leave."

"Mr. Murakami, I'm not asking you to join any group, genre or literary circle, nor am I asking you to express your dislike for her. It's very important to me that you meet her in person, no, it's very necessary."

Mr. Murakami glanced at the bookstore opposite the restaurant, where the lights were still on at night, and looked up at Asama.

"I won't mention whether I agree or not. I'm curious, are you using me to please that girl?"

"Do you think there are people in this world who would use a 70-year-old man to please a girl?"

"Does that girl admire me?"

"No, I chose you. Her favorite writer is Camus."

".Then it's not a wise decision for you to force your own hobbies on others."

"You are not my hobby, you are just the person I think is the most suitable."

"It's such a sad truth and I don't want to participate in this event."

The topic stopped. Taking advantage of Fusukawa's identity as a rock singer, the two men talked about music again, jazz, rock music, and classical music. Although Asama preferred the Sinfonietta composed by Janacek at the beginning of "1Q84", it was obvious that Murakami I prefer to talk about Billie Holiday's jazz song "I Can't Get Started."

While chatting, Murakami turned the topic to women.

"The girl named Chiyo Konoe is the one you hate, and the girl named Rise Fusugawa is the one you like. You obviously invited me to participate in the event, but in fact it is the girl you hate who gets greater benefits. Why would you still do it? Could it be that you actually care about her more?"

"Correction, Mr. Murakami, I admire the Immortal River, not like it. I only care about whether people in need can get help. If I worry too much, I will lose the urge to help people."

Murakami looked at Asama's expression of "I like her, but I won't admit it", and he thought of the male protagonists in his works who were unwilling to express their sincerity. He laughed,

"Sexual desire is a kind of energy just like solar electricity. It would be a pity to throw it away in vain."

"I'm not the male protagonist in Mr. Murakami's book who can't control his lower body. The consequence of them not being able to control their lower body is that they can only be more sure that they are lonely.

In addition, by the way, Mr. Murakami, like those famous writers, always writes about sex as not sexy at all. Sex, like the food you write about, is just a necessity with a light taste. But in fact, in this world, people who adapt to lightness People are just a minority.

The description of analyzing the girl's body is as cold as a surgeon looking at a tumor or a forensic doctor dissecting a corpse. You always write about passively enduring a girl’s sexual desire. Obviously, Mr. Murakami, you don’t really enjoy sex in real life. "

Hearing Asama's sharp comments, Murakami, who had long been accustomed to being criticized, didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, the first words that came to his mind were -

Asama, you said you're not a fan of my books! ?

"There is nothing wrong with passive acceptance. Just like being their listener, you are willing to carry their desire to talk and sexual desire. Whether it is true love or not, it is a manifestation of love. In my opinion, rejecting lust is rejecting human nature."

"Mr. Murakami, you are still very impressive in maintaining your Huai Chun mentality for 40 years. It's hard to imagine that you are a married person without an affair."

"."

The dinner between the two ended appropriately when the second jazz album was played in the restaurant.

Asama did not go back to the matter of [Whether Murakami participated in the [Daigo Book Store] Minami Aoyama store].

Do your best and let fate dictate.

"By the way, why did you give three gifts in one go?"

"The first one was a greeting gift, but the next two were compensation for letting Mr. Murakami stay up late and participate in activities he didn't like."

"If it's compensation, then let's compensate."

Asama looked surprised. Although he had snapped his fingers more than 100 times beforehand, an hour ago, he had judged that this time would be in vain, and was thinking about the second round of plans in his heart. Anyway, Murakami had "City and City" this year. His new book "The Wall of Uncertainty" has been published. Through the publishing house, you can still invite him to [Daigo Bookstore].

"What do you mean, Mr. Murakami?"

"See you the day after tomorrow, I'll accept the gift!"

Murakami and Asama said goodbye at the door of the restaurant.

While Asama was lamenting his luck, Murakami was also lamenting his obsession.

He actually agreed to this invitation, an invitation that he would have rejected if he were 40, 50, 60 years old, or even yesterday.

Asama Shisui, he cares more about his lonely temperament than his premature, gentle and sharp characteristics. The connections in academia, publishing, and music are definitely not his. What kind of father is he who cultivates such a special person?

Deliberate practice can lead to skills, and deliberate making can lead to friends.

But the process is not necessarily happy.

Tonight, I mainly spent time with others to have fun, but after learning some things, Asama was actually in a good mood.

When one person has spent a long time preparing, researching all the preferences of another person, and studying every interview record of this person for more than 20 years, just to have a conversation with this person, they are bound to be able to continue the conversation.

This time, he used Konoe Takuma's connections, the Gokyoin family's connections, and the Izayoi family's connections to find three friends who had connections with Murakami to serve as lobbyists and invite him to dinner.

A novelist whose life is too monotonous and regular will definitely become interested when encountering this kind of thing.

The gifts he gave, the meals he ate, the songs he listened to, and the topics he talked about were all customized for him. Seeing these preparations, any writer with a basic sensitivity to life (except online writers) would not say bad words to Asama.

In short, another thing has been accomplished, which is gratifying.

Sexual desire is also a kind of energy, shouldn’t it be wasted?

Manfred Frith, a professor at Harvard Business School, cited numerous examples to prove the correlation between sexual desire and creativity in "Sex, Money, Happiness, and Death."

Byron could have sex with anything that moved; Hugo loved visiting brothels even when he was older; Klimt had 15 illegitimate children with his studio models; Wagner always fell in love with other people's wives; he slept with at least Georges Simenon of 1200 Women; and Balzac, Rodin, Picasso, Liszt

Robin Williams once said: "God gave people a brain and a body, but not enough blood to use them at the same time." 】

Asama prefers his ordinary brain, but has little interest in the second use of his extraordinary thing.

Today's class cultural performance is still being discussed in the school forum.

On the roof of the building where the third-grade performance was held, [Elon Musk Research Institute] quietly did a big thing - launched a homemade rocket to an altitude of 30km, and shared their knowledge about chemical fuels, engines, aerodynamic design, numerical control, and data transmission. All technical details of the mechanical structure are disclosed.

Because there was no report, they were taken away by a group of policemen in a harmonious and friendly interaction.

The stage play competition between Class H and Class B in the third year has come to an end. The male version of the magical girl has won more people's love, but the pet of the week that Class H in the third year selected from the losing class turned out to be a real pet——Three The class pet turtle of Class B.

This disappointed many people who wanted to see a good show.

As for the extremely abstract stage play of Class A in the first year, a single post on the school forum received a maximum of more than 1000 replies, and each related post received an average of 100 replies, confirming his status as the only true god of the cultural performance on the first day of this cultural festival.

""The Eye of the Postmodern Fairy Tale Storm Sweeping the Cultural Festival - On the Conflict and Tension in the Stage Play of Class A in the First Year"

Class A of the first year made a radical postmodernist adaptation of "Little Red Riding Hood", a frequent guest of the cultural festival stage play. It also incorporated relatively rigorous psychological mechanics and social theory. It not only reinterpreted the main characters in the original work richly, but also used personality The distinctive new character creation and the conflict between the demon world and the real world inject new vitality with modern attributes into this handed down classic work.

Therefore, the characters written by the Brothers Grimm traveled through time and space and became one of us and a part of contemporary society.

"I Reincarnated as Little Red Riding Hood in Another World Decided to Popularize 996 and Defeat the Demon King through Vicious Economic Competition" describes the twists and turns of the plot from a perspective that we can understand, with the character's extreme reversal of position, and a lot of language about being coaxed, controlled, and baptized. Intertwined with the grand historical narrative of centralized social production, it creates a magnificent picture.

Whether it is the arrogant devil and the lustful Little Red Riding Hood, or the heroic white dog and the collectivist gray wolf, the highly infectious performances of Class A, as well as the anxious core of love and ideals, have made the drama break through. The restraints spurted out.

A large number of metaphors throughout the play enrich the connotation of the work. The Demon City is built with blood-stained bricks and stones, and the Little Red Riding Hood Tower is built with steel bars made by 996 Society Animals. They are both pavilions of desire that are worshiped in the world. It also takes the audience into a shocking soul storm."

This comment, which Asama found outrageous yet coherent, was signed by the director of the Department of Classical Literature and Art, and there were very few replies.

"Movie and Stage Drama Double Play Culture Festival! The stars of Class A of the Year shine brightly! The talented scriptwriter Mai Majima VS Yu Amu, the battle between the genius supervisor Rise Fusugawa and Miss Konoe"

"Ying and Yanban come together once in a thousand years! The goddesses you love are all here!"

"Magic? Ninjutsu? Multi-photo analysis of great teacher Shisui Asama's last moments!"

These posts with exclamation marks basically have 300+ replies.

Superficial world!

When he got home, Pochi was lying on the sofa watching TV.

"Ah Shui is back~!!!"

Seeing Asama's figure, Porchi's bare feet rushed to the entrance, and his head was held by Asama's hand.

"Why are you so close?"

Pochi wrinkled his nose,

"You disappeared after the performance, but you weren't dating a woman?"

"Did you have a good dinner?"

Hearing Asama's concern, Poch felt a warmth flow through his heart.

Sure enough, Ah Shui likes dogs!

"Let's eat together with Rise-chan and the others!"

"Okay, let's start the next review questions quickly."

Ah Shui is a big idiot!

Turning off the TV, Asama read a book, and Pochi reviewed his homework, and this lasted until midnight.

After checking his study progress, Asama urged Pochi to go to bed.

The blonde girl collapsed on the bed exhausted. Thinking that this review would last for a long time, she felt that she might have a nightmare tonight.

After Asama took a bath in the bathroom, she picked up her phone and replied to the messages from Futami, Fusugawa, Shimajima, and Ichichi one by one.

Everyone decided to visit the After Night Festival together after all the activities are over tomorrow.

I went to the art museum with Fusukawa on Saturday afternoon, and went to Zushi Beach with Futami early on Sunday morning.

Although Jiandao cashed in the reward in advance, he didn't want to admit that it was a reward. It was not justified, but what should he reward her for?

Debt relief is good.

Ichijo Masumi posted some thoughts about "Falling in Love with Him Who Doesn't Exist", many life photos, and a short poem——

"Cherry blossoms in spring, dandelions in summer,

Fallen leaves in autumn, snow in winter,

Most feelings are like this,

Dancing, spinning and swaying in the wind,

Finally fell into the dust and mud.

But my feeling of missing you is like the stars in the sky,

Fly along a fixed trajectory,

No wind can stop my heart.

I believe that moving forward along the track,

We will shine. "

Asama couldn't reply to the poem, so she told her about Ying and Musk fans making rockets to launch satellites.

Ichijo didn't press forward step by step, but asked for photos of Asama's life.

Asama patted the book on the desk and reluctantly dealt with it.

The piano girl sent a [not enough] emoji.

Asama exited the chat interface and replied to several messages from her sons.

The message from the love counseling department rang again.

It's so late, why don't you go to bed?

Immortal River initiated [Band performance restraint, everyone needs to wear a headscarf with interesting words written on it with their own names].

Then, they gave their answers.

Immortal Sichuan Rise: [Stacking mountains and managing waters].

Mai Shimajima: [One piece of clothing carries water].

Er Jian Yue Hai: [Water Moon Guanyin].

"Shizui-kun, we have thought up your headscarf slogan for you~"

"."

Asama put down her phone.

Why does the cultural festival last for two days? (End of chapter)