"Mr. Rare Book, your control over words amazes me."

The sincerity on Meng Shaoyuan's face is convincing enough: "However, it seems that the arrangement of the plot and the narrative style can be further discussed."

This way of speaking not only did not displease Hobon Daijun, but also made him full of expectations for what "Shibu Taniguchi" would say next:

"Please tell me, Taniguchi-kun, please."

"Ah, this is what I think."

Meng Shaoyuan organized his thoughts there: "The way the male and female protagonists meet in the novel and the timeline may be changed.

Mr. Rare Book, have you ever thought about it, you can write that when the protagonist arrived at the Tokyo train station, he heard his first love, the heroine’s favorite song, and then the other protagonist’s classmate found him and told him that the heroine

The protagonist has entered the hospital and is dying.

Then he uses memories to describe his relationship with the heroine. Finally, in the hospital, the hero used a guitar to accompany the heroine through the last and best time of his life."

Rare Ben Daijun listened very carefully, as if he was afraid of missing a word.

When Meng Shaoyuan finished speaking, he fell into deep thought.

After a while, he raised his head:

"Taniguchi-kun, this plot is really perfect. Thank you, thank you! I will follow your suggestion and write the most beautiful and sad story."

When he said these words, his voice was full of respect and gratitude.

Nonsense, can it be bad?

This is the storyline in "Norwegian Wood" by Haruki Murakami.

Master, I just use it temporarily.

However, the fact that the rare book Daijun attached so much importance to the novels he wrote still made Meng Shaoyuan have other thoughts:

"Mr. Rare Book, please excuse me. In this novel, you have portrayed the male and female protagonists in such detail and true to form. Is this your own story?"

Boon Daijun did not answer immediately, but remained silent.

In this way, Meng Shaoyuan was even more certain.

That’s right, this rare novel, Daijun, was written by himself!

"Lord Boon, please forgive me if I made a mistake."

Meng Shaoyuan sighed: "Actually, I have the same experience as you."

"Yeah?"

Something strange flashed in Boon Daijun's eyes.

"Okay, it's getting late." Meng Shaoyuan was basically sure in his heart: "I will come again tomorrow to look for the spy, so I will take my leave today."

"Wait a minute." Shanben Daijun stopped him: "Anyway, you are coming tomorrow, why don't you stay here? Isn't it a good thing for literati to talk at night by candlelight?"

Literary person?

Your whole family is a scholar!

No one who writes books is good!

Meng Shaoyuan cursed in his belly.

But seeing Boon Daijun fall into the trap, he also said hypocritically:

"Then it's really too troublesome for you, Mr. Shanben."

…

The treatment of the Japanese Navy and Army has never been the same.

The Japanese army ate rice bran, while the navy ate fish and meat.

Even if the Philippines is blockaded and supplies are severely scarce, the Marines can still maintain their meals.

Unlike the security forces, which can only be described in four words:

Poverty and poverty.

Perhaps to express his gratitude to "Shibu Taniguchi", Boon Daijun even took out two bottles of wine that he had treasured for a long time and was reluctant to drink.

Fortunately, it was not the sake that Master Meng disliked the most, but the two bottles of foreign wine that were seized after the US military withdrew.

Although Master Meng doesn't like drinking foreign wine, compared to sake, at least it's still acceptable.

"Tell me your story."

Boon Daijun poured the wine, as if he couldn't wait a second.

my story?

Do you know the number one scumbag, ah, no, number one lover in the Republic of China?

Could it be that how did I hook up with so many beautiful women?

Master Meng was silent, silent, and then he sighed softly: "I once had a woman whom I loved deeply, and I loved her heart to heart. However, she left and went to a place far, far away. I miss her,

I miss her all the time, ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Rare Book..."

Master Meng wiped his eyes, and it seemed that tears were really flowing out of the corners of his eyes.

What he said was half true and half false.

He saw that every beautiful woman was deeply in love and would do anything for the woman he loved.

This is true.

The problem is, not one, but “many”!

She left and went to a place far, far away.

Well, all the women around the young master went to the United States, which is really a far away place.

The problem is, if you go on, the young master, who likes to brag so much, really can’t make it up anymore.

So, he began to "wipe tears".

But when these words were heard by Boon Daijun, their meaning completely changed.

The woman whom "Taniguchi-kun" loved so much went to a place far, far away. In his understanding, she died and would never come back.

"I'm sorry, Taniguchi-kun." Boondaijun bowed and raised his glass: "For the woman we love deeply."

"For them."

The young master raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

For them.

My beauties, all are waiting for me, I will be back soon!

Putting down the wine glass, Boon Daijun's voice also became lower: "We have a common story. Taniguchi-kun, you read that right, that book is about the story of Kiyoko and me.

Qingzi and I have known each other since we were very young. I have always loved her and I swore that I would marry her..."

He rambled on about the story between himself and Qingzi.

The young master almost yawned when he heard this, but luckily he held it back at the last moment.

In short, due to various reasons, the two people could not be together.

As a result, Qingzi's husband was also unlucky and was hit and killed by a car when he went out.

Kiyoko became a widow.

Thus, Boon Daijun once again saw hope.

It was only at this time that the war broke out.

Boon Daijun vowed that when the war is over, he will marry Kiyoko.

However, Qingzi was also unlucky. She contracted a serious disease and died soon after.

This made Daijun, a rare person, devastated when he learned the bad news.

It's such a story.

This woman named Qingzi, isn’t that the so-called White Tiger Star?

Master Meng had a calculation in his mind.

First, she suppressed her husband to death, but then no one could suppress her, and then she suppressed herself to death.

Rare book Daijun, just have fun secretly.

Maybe the reason why you are still alive today is because you have not married this woman!

However, Boon Daijun was completely immersed in his own story.

He cried while talking.

By the time he got to the point where Qingzi died, he was already crying.

I have to accompany you to the end of the drill, right?

Master Meng also wiped his tears and said: "Please have my condolences, Mr. Rare Book. I believe that Qingzi will be able to protect you in heaven."

"I know I know."
Chapter completed!