Chapter 3 third chapter

"Sir, you are still here." Konno Miyako stared at Aonuma Teijiro with her dark eyes peeking out from behind her scarf with red and green spots. The streetlights in front of Shinjuku Station subtly cast shadows on Konno Miyako, as if the specially designed lighting made her face appear dark, forming a sharp contrast with other parts.The shoulders, waist, feet, etc. become backlit, and there is a soft feeling. "I was taken aback," Aonuma Tejiro said with a wide-eyed stare, "I didn't expect that you were dressed in Japanese style during the day, and now you are so modern."

"I'm really embarrassed," Miyako said, leaning close to Aonuma's chest, lowering her head. "If I walked down the street dressed like that at night, people would treat me like a geisha or a barmaid. Besides, wearing this kind of clothes , easy to move around.” "very suitable." This is not flattery.In such a crowded place, she is still very conspicuous, much younger than during the day. This was something Aonuma never expected, and he was very excited about this unexpected harvest. "Sir, where should I go with you?" Miyako asked. On the way here, it's not that he didn't think about where to take her.It was past eleven o'clock.He already knew where to go.

However, he did not dare to speak out. Friends always thought that Aonuma Zhenjiro was quick to reach out to women, his features were delicate, and his demeanor gave people a sense of emptiness, so many women pursued him.In this regard, Aonuma is rather conceited. Aonuma knew the features of his own face, so he didn't easily express his excitement in front of women.He rarely smiled, and there were always dark wrinkles between his brows, as if in deep thought. "yes." When Miyako asked him where he was going, Aonuma deliberately gave a hesitant answer.He used such wording to inspire the other party to guess his intention.

"Are you tired of working in the hotel?" Konno Miyako said, "I know a hotel, the place is very dirty, but the proprietress there is very interesting, you can play freely. Don't always go to high-end restaurants , sometimes you can come down to learn more about it?" "Yes," Aonuma thought, let's start from here, and asked, "Is it far away?" "It's nearby. They'd be happy if you went." Konno Miyako said happily. "Can you drink?" "Yes, I can drink a little." "No, I'm afraid you can't drink too much?"

"Elephant?" Miyako hid her face with her scarf and laughed. "Looking at your attire during the day today, I think a man has no choice but to bow down." "Everyone has this kind of misunderstanding, probably because of dressing up like a geisha." "Do you like kimonos?" "I'm getting old," Miyako said. "I don't dare to wear a suit to go out during the day. With this attire, I can hide it from others at night." Miyako avoided the bustling places and walked towards Kashiwagi from the west exit through the building in Fukutoshin.

"Oh, you want to go to such a place?" "You didn't expect that. Although there are many small bars gathered in the back alleys of Shinjuku, there are unexpectedly cozy small shops in such a place." There are far fewer pedestrians in this area.Compared with the surroundings of the station, the lighting also looks weak.Aonuma couldn't help feeling cold. Miyako and Aonuma have been walking side by side.As long as Aonuma stretched out his hand, he could hug her delicate shoulders. However, Aonuma controlled himself.Anyway, this is a married woman.And, don't rush it.Happiness can stay behind.Rather than being cautious, it was this kind of mood that made him follow Miyako.

On a dark, narrow street hung red lanterns. "Sir, it's that family." About ten meters ahead, Miyako pointed it out to Aonuma. "Hey, is this a place?" "You're surprised. You always go to luxurious restaurants!" "No, that's not necessarily the case." "Anyway, this is a small shop I often come to. Let's have something to eat there." This sentence attracted Aonuma, he guessed that he probably meant to have a drink before saying it. "Good evening!" Miyako called, opening the latticed door.Aonuma followed behind her and walked in slowly.

In the small shop, there is only a deserted counter. A proprietress in her fifties is standing in front of the steaming pot, stirring it with a young girl with long chopsticks.At last there were two guests, sitting with the collars of their coats turned up, with wine jugs in front of them. "Yeah, you're here." The proprietress looked up at Miyako's face, smiled, and then ordered the girl to clean up a place. "You are here." The proprietress bowed to Aonuma who followed in. "Auntie, give me a bunch of five-spice vegetables. Wine, as usual." "OK."

"What about you?" Miyako asked softly, "Japanese sake, don't you like it?" "It doesn't matter." Aonuma sat next to her, leaning on Lu's elbow in a daze. Soon, a flagon and a plate of five-spice skewers were brought to the two of them. "Please," Miyako poured wine for Aonuma with warm gestures. Aonuma returned a glass to her, and she took the glass and thanked: "Sorry." Everything about Miyako was quite sophisticated.The two of them toasted, and Miyako's dark eyes sparkled. Aonuma had many questions he wanted to ask this woman.She said that she is a married woman now, but what was her previous life?Looking at her beautiful dress, she is by no means an ordinary person.Ordinary people, no matter how they dress up, there is always something unnatural.However, this woman's dress is authentic.

Another question is her source of funding.I heard that seven or eight books have been published, but where did the funds come from?Her husband is a "poet", so of course he doesn't have the ability to make money. Aonuma drank the wine that Miyako poured for him, wondering how to solve the mystery. Unknowingly spent more than an hour there. "Ah, it's past twelve o'clock," Miyako said, looking at her watch as if she just remembered, "You still have work tomorrow, so it's not right to keep you, so let's go." In front of the two of them, there were four or five jugs.As Aonuma expected, this woman was a heavy drinker.The way of drinking is also very neat, without changing his face.Qingzhao exclaimed, "You've been trained!" But she just curled her neck and smiled.

"Are you staying in a hotel? It doesn't matter how late you get back." "I heard that one-third of the guests never return to the hotel." "Ah, they are all unruly people!" Aonuma had given up hope tonight.It was too late, and the fact that he was a married woman still made him uneasy.However, there is no need to rush. "Ma'am, settle the score." Aonuma was about to take out his wallet when Miyako stopped him. "It doesn't matter, this is my territory," he said, turning to the proprietress and saying, "Ma'am, this is Mr. Aonuma." When it was time to leave, he didn't say his name. "Oh, is that Mr. Aonuma?" The proprietress bowed respectfully again and said, "Konno-san often patronizes. Such a place, sir, probably doesn't like it. Please bear with me, and welcome to visit again." "thanks." Miyako thanked the landlady and went out. A taxi happened to be coming, and Miyako raised her hand to stop the taxi. "I'll take you to the hotel, will you?" After getting into the car, Miyako asked Aonuma about it.To be honest, Aonuma really wanted to just drive the car elsewhere. "Leave me alone. I'll go back to the hotel by myself." "So, what are you going to do?" Miyako stared in the dark, Aonuma couldn't help feeling flustered, not knowing how to understand her words. Her words seemed to have overtones, and she seemed to be directly asking about his plans. Aonuma was still hesitant.Usually, he would just order the driver to go wherever he wanted, but he didn't dare to do that to Miyako.The relationship between the publishing house and the author still plays a disturbing role in my drunken mind.Aonuma didn't want to lose face in the first place.He hated himself for being indecisive. "I'll take you home." Aonuma replied. Aonuma remembered that the address printed on the business card Miyako gave him was Fujimi Town in Kudan.In other words, I will stay in the car with Miyako for twenty minutes.Aonuma wants to use this time to find one last chance. "Sorry." Unexpectedly, Miyako obediently agreed. "No, it's on the way anyway." "Yeah, that's right." So tell the driver where to go again. The car passed the streets of Shinjuku.It's past one o'clock in the night, but this area is like dusk and the young people are still at ease. "Going back so late, does your husband have any objections?" Aonuma began to probe from such a place. "Didn't I say it earlier? My husband doesn't care if I go back at two o'clock or three o'clock. He trusts me." From time to time, the street lamps shone light on Miyako's face. "What a good man. After all, the poet is really like a fairy." "Yeah, he doesn't suspect others at all." Miyako smiled lightly. "So, it's just a little watery, doesn't he know?" "Not at all," Miyako said with a smile on her side face, "he never dreamed of it." How should she understand this sentence?Aonuma was suddenly puzzled.It seems understandable: because of this, you can do whatever you want.But it seems to have the opposite meaning. The car had already crossed the brightly lit street and entered the deserted road in front of the former Army Non-commissioned Officer Academy. However, this woman promised me: I really want to lock you up in a hotel for ten or eight days.You write all night, and I will stay close and take care of you. "You said, when you lock me up in the hotel, you have to stay with me every step of the way. Can you do that?" "Of course." Miyako turned her head abruptly.In the darkness, her black eyes were fixed on Aonuma. "As long as you write for us, we can take care of you in any way." "..." "When will you start writing?" Actually, up to this moment, Aonuma hadn't seriously considered it.At present, the work is piled up like a mountain, and it is impossible to talk about finishing a novel in one go.However, when he knew that Miyako was so determined, he made up his mind. Anyway, regardless of the quality of the work, as long as you write with a relaxed mood, there is always a way to squeeze out such a little time. "Yeah," Aonuma thought to himself that this month would not work anyway, "next month, I can think of a way." "Really, sir?" Aonuma felt that Miyako's knee seemed to be approaching him. "I'm so happy. Your doing this will help us a lot. Your book will sell well and our economic situation will improve. The most important thing is that we have published your book, and this small publishing company The brand of the company will be hardened and become famous... Sir, you must keep your promise." "Ok." "I'm a little worried. The other publishers say you keep missing appointments." "That depends on the publishing house. If they treat me unkindly, sometimes I feel like rebelling too. Don't worry about your promise." "Sure... don't miss the appointment." The car passed in front of the original military academy, crossed the bridge, and headed towards Ichigaya Station.Beside the moat, countless car headlights shot out dazzling light one after another.After this section, they drove into a dark corner. Aonuma boldly reached out and grabbed Miyako's arm.Miyako couldn't help being stunned, shrunk her body, but didn't break away from Aonuma's hand that was holding her, just bowed her head in silence.Her soft hands showed no sign of trying to break free. "But, it's weird..." Aonuma grabs Miyako's hand and talks about irrelevant things.At such a time, it is better not to talk about emotional activities. "Listen, you are a single woman running a publishing house. So, what about the funds? It seems that you are quite rich." "Oh, I'm not rich," she said, letting Aonuma hold her hands. "If I were that rich, I wouldn't have to work so hard. I've worked hard with small capital. If I had more working capital, I would I can definitely put my plan into practice.” "It's amazing. So, still relying on borrowing?" If so, she should have a fairly rich backstage boss.That was all Aonuma was concerned about, since she was married. "Yes, of course." Miyako replied immediately. "However, it's not easy to rely on loans to start a business, right? I heard that the interest rate is quite high recently. And, to put it bluntly, the sales of the books you have published so far will not be very good..." "Yes. So, it's a big deal to borrow money from private individuals. It's not enough to pay interest." "Oh, so it was borrowed from the bank?" "Well, unless you borrow from the bank, the interest is..." Aonuma's economic affairs are less clear.However, he also knew from experience that since she borrowed money from the bank, she should have a lot of trust from the bank.Does she have corresponding fixed assets?I heard that banks have been very cautious in their review of loans recently, and the investigation is also very strict.What's more, it is not easy for small publishing houses that are not up to the third rate to take out loans. "I don't have any property," Miyako said. "I'm bare-handed, so it's really hard. If I have such a real estate, I'll just use cash as business capital." "That's strange. How can a bank lend without collateral?" If this is true, there must be something behind it.After all, Aonuma was a novelist.The special relationship between the bank clerk and Miyako immediately appeared in his mind, and even the scene of the two of them meeting flashed before his eyes. "That's because...to tell you the truth...that's because I have an acquaintance in the bank who specially accommodated me." As expected. However, this bank clerk is at best the chief of the loan department.Taking advantage of such a small position, he dared to make an off-book loan——Aonuma was secretly surprised. "Do any bank clerks you know have such power? Nothing, I'm asking you because I don't know anything about it." "Well, his status is quite high..." "Then, is it the head teacher?" "No, it's even higher." "Oh, so, the vice president of the branch?" "A little higher." "Is it the branch manager?" "It's not the branch, it's the head office. In such a matter, the branch cannot be the master." "Then it's not a small loan." Aonuma couldn't help staring at Miyako. "Is it the loan director of the head office?" Aonuma asked doubtfully.The Minister of Loans, the Minister of Investigation, and any bank are concurrently held by directors. "No," Miyako Konno chuckled. The long walls of the Yasukuni Shrine appear to the left.Aonuma was suddenly in high spirits.We're almost at Fujimi Town, and we'll have to get her off the bus in two or three minutes.He wanted to keep listening to her.Of course, on the other hand, I also want to continue holding her hand.Aonuma held onto it tightly, and Miyako's hand gradually warmed up. "Driver," Aonuma made up his mind and ordered the driver, "Go to the direction of Kanda first, and drive around Jimbocho." After hearing this, Miyako didn't protest, and a secret smile appeared on her side face. "We were halfway through the conversation just now," the car went down Kudanzaka, and the lights of Kanda gradually approached, Aonuma looked out of the car and asked, "So, is he the director?" "Well, almost." "That's surprising. Is he a relative of yours?" "If it's a relative, I'll borrow more." "There are all kinds of directors. You can get a loan without collateral. Since he has so much power, he must be a very prestigious director. Is he the managing director?" "No, it's even higher." "General manager?" Miyako didn't answer, neither shook her head nor nodded. Since he is the general manager, he must be a small bank.Next, it's time to ask about the type of bank. "That bank... well, I'm too curious..." Aonuma couldn't help saying hello, "For reference, I want to find out if it's a credit vault or something like that?" SMEs often make use of credit banks.To outsiders, credit vaults are commonly referred to as "banks."That way you can play tricks.Aonuma secretly thought that Miyako Konno was also playing tricks like this.However, Miyako replied: "No, it's a regular bank." "So, the Mutual Bank?" "No." "Is it the local bank?" "The head office is in Tokyo." "Hey, it's City Bank?" Aonuma Tejiro stared wide-eyed in the darkness.The banks in the city of Tokyo are all top-notch, banks such as Mitsui, Mitsubishi, Miwa, Sumitomo, Fuji, and Daiichi Kanye appear one after another in Aonuma's mind. Is she playing tricks?However, looking at her side face, she seemed very confident, even a little proud. "I can't tell you about such things now," she said with a smile on her face. "Sooner or later, I will tell you." Aonuma couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart. In short, what she said seems to be true.She probably has a good relationship with the general manager of a famous bank.What kind of relationship do they have?How did you know each other? "For a small publishing house like ours," Miyako said, "general banks are not willing to lend money. So, I always ask him." "Can you borrow money easily if you ask him?" "Well, but the people below are bored, because I have nothing to do with formal procedures. Besides, I always go directly to the general manager's office. The people below don't like me." "How did you meet the general manager?" "Ah, you are too cunning to investigate my situation like this. Don't try to ask all of this at once. When we meet in the future, let's understand bit by bit." The car turned at the intersection of Jimbocho, where no one was seen, and then boarded Kudanzaka, and then drove into the quiet residential area of ​​Fujimi.There are many large schools in this area.Street lights are also sparse, and there is no pedestrian on the street. Aonuma originally planned to go to such a dark corner, so he hugged the woman's shoulders tightly and kissed her mouth without any explanation.However, after hearing what she said just now, he no longer dared to act rashly, and when the car stopped at the corner, he obediently asked Miyako to get out of the car. "I'll call the hotel another day to contact you." "..." "goodbye." Miyako slammed the car door shut from the outside, stood on the road and waved to him. Miyako Konno walked down the dark street.Looking back, the car that Aonuma Tejiro was riding in was about to turn a corner and disappear. There are long walls on both sides of the road, and the street lamps cast a sparse halo.Miyako walked to the narrow intersection and turned.The long wall still stretches in this area.Soon, I walked to the end of the wall beside the road and saw a small and exquisite roof inside. Beside the door is a wooden poster of "Beidou Publishing House". Miyako pulled the latticed door, but it was unlocked.Before she came back, her husband would never be locked up. "I am back." She yelled into the dark back room, and locked the door from the inside. He took off his shoes, entered the room with three mats near the door where the lights were off, and opened the partition. I saw the dining table in the room, and the rice bowls, plates, etc. were covered with white rags. She took off her coat and opened the partition of another room, which was a room with six mats. On the table facing the backyard, there was a desk lamp, but the lamp was not turned off.On the table, there are manuscript papers. A man of thirty-five years old was lying on the mat in front of the table and fell asleep.He was still wearing house clothes.He folded the cushion and used it as a pillow.A newspaper was spread out beside the pillow, and there were leftover peanuts and peanut shells on the paper. The man's long hair hangs on the cushion, and he has a beard because he didn't bother to shave it.The cheeks are thin and the chin is sharp.Under the light, the high bridge of the nose forms a shadow on one cheek, and the throat protrudes. Miyako stared at his face for a long time, then opened the partition and took out the blanket, and spread it over her husband.He moved slightly, but he was still asleep. Miyako looked up at the clock, it was almost two o'clock. Her husband has been waiting for her to come home. Miyako glanced at the table and saw that there were five or six lines of poems written on the paper, and all of them were painted out. It was painted black like a schoolboy, maybe she was afraid that her wife would see it. Miyako stared intently at the peanut shells in the newspaper. Her husband ate peanuts and stayed away from bed, waiting for his wife to come back. There is a bookcase next to it, full of poetry anthologies and books about poetry, as well as magazines.The back of a book reads "Xing Yun Poems".Her husband's poems are also included, along with those of some other fanfic. Miyako's husband, Konno Takuichi, has been writing poetry since he was a child, and he has not given up this hobby until now. Everyone said that Konno's poems were too old.Recently, the new form of poetry has become abstract, thoughtful, and conceptual.Words also often create novel expressions. Only Konno Takuichi remained the same, he always wrote easy-to-understand poems.Therefore, no one is willing to adopt.However, no matter what others say, Konno Takuichi still stubbornly maintains his poetic form. When his wife set up a publishing house, he was innocently delighted at the possibility of publishing a collection of his poems.However, he did not agree with his wife's intention to publish his first collection of poems immediately.He advocated writing better poems to improve the quality of poetry collections.He sat at the table and buried himself in poetry every day. He was as innocent as a child, and no matter how late his wife came home, he never doubted it.Unless Miyako said it herself, he would never take the initiative to ask Miyako where she went, what she did, etc. Miyako began to change clothes. She thought of Aonuma Tejiro, and couldn't help laughing.From every movement of Aonuma, she could clearly see his psychological activities. Aonuma Shōjiro is an experienced womanizer.It was clear at a glance what plans and intentions he had for Miyako. When Aonuma returned to the hotel, he must have regretted it, and secretly determined not to miss the opportunity next time. Miyako suddenly felt compassion for her husband. No matter how hard she tried, her husband's poems were never recognized.If it was an ordinary person, this heart would have died long ago.Miyako seemed to see a sense of despair and emptiness from her sleeping husband. Miyako sat beside her husband, put her hands on her husband's shoulders, leaned close to his face, and kissed his closed eyes and lips. Zhuo Yi was itchy, frowned, and stretched out his hand to push it away.Miyako grabbed his outstretched hand, and Takuichi opened his eyes. "What, you're back?" He wants to get up immediately. "I'm back. I'm sorry to be home so late." Miyako apologized. "What time is it?" "It's past two o'clock." "It's past two o'clock? I was waiting for you and fell asleep unknowingly." "Sorry to be back so late." "It's not easy for you either." Zhuo Yi looked at his wife sleepily. "It's too pitiful to leave you alone at home." "No, it's okay. Aren't you working alone too!" The husband rubbed his eyes and got up.This is a man who trusts his wife 100%.