This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 195 - 174. Oh, Imperial River (8000 words completed! Asking for monthly votes!)

Chapter 195: Chapter 174. Oh, Imperial River (8000 words completed! Asking for monthly votes!)

Beichuan Si was going to visit Tsukishima Risa, but since Shen Gu Mirai still had some personal matters to attend to, she did not accompany him this time.

Beichuan Si returned to Bunkyo District and took about ten minutes to walk to Tsukishima Risa’s house.

The day had already passed halfway, and it was now a little past three o’clock.

Beichuan Si rang the doorbell.

A series of rapid footsteps was heard, and Tsukishima Ling Mei, dressed in home attire, opened the door and came out.

Her eyes lit up upon seeing Beichuan Si, "Mr. Beichuan has come over."

"Aunt Tsukishima," Beichuan Si nodded and greeted Tsukishima Ling Mei.

The young man still had that indifferent expression, really giving off a sense of solid reliability.

Ever since Beichuan Si had awakened Tsukishima Risa, Tsukishima Ling Mei had inquired about the Beichuan Family from her daughter.

For the time being, only Beichuan Si and Beichuan Huili were at the Beichuan Family, as Beichuan’s mother was often away.

Tsukishima Ling Mei had been wanting to visit the Beichuan Family, but because Beichuan Si had gone on a long trip to Ibaraki Prefecture some time ago, and later Tsukishima Sen had come home, the visit had been put on hold.

So when she heard yesterday that Beichuan Si was thinking of coming over to their house again, she was also very happy.

After all, he was the savior who had saved her precious daughter.

Although the other party sought neither gratitude nor reward, she definitely could not let him suffer any loss.

"Please come in," Tsukishima Ling Mei stepped aside and welcomed Beichuan Si into the house.

The Tsukishima Family’s house was as tidy as ever, and in this regard, Tsukishima Ling Mei, a full-time wife, was also very responsible.

"Mr. Beichuan, please have some tea," Tsukishima Risa brought over the tea cup at just the right moment.

Beichuan Si held the tea cup in his hand and took a sip, "Thank you."

"Lisha, go upstairs and call your father," Tsukishima Ling Mei walked up from behind and took the tray from Tsukishima Risa’s hands.

With such a distinguished guest, how could the head of the household be absent?

"Yes," Tsukishima Risa nodded.

Beichuan Si was also a bit curious.

He wondered what kind of person Tsukishima Sen, who had raised such a well-read and sensible daughter, could be.

He spoke with Tsukishima Ling Mei sparingly, and although his tone was a bit cold, Tsukishima Ling Mei knew that this was simply Beichuan Si’s character, and he was also engaging in conversation with her, not allowing the atmosphere to cool down.

That was already quite commendable.

Moreover, this young man had a quality of humility and maturity regardless of who he faced.

Tsukishima Ling Mei was very satisfied.

At that moment, a steady middle-aged male voice descended from the stairs,

"Ling Mei, I presume the young man before you is Mr. Beichuan?"

Beichuan Si looked toward the voice, only to see a middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion and wheat-colored skin, wearing a robe, slowly walking down.

The man had a black stubble and short hair.

Tsukishima Sen looked more like a retired athlete than an author.

"Sen! I’ve told you! When we have an important guest, how can you come down wearing your robe!" Tsukishima Ling Mei chided.

"What does it matter? Both Mr. Beichuan and I are men."

"And there is an old Chinese saying: ’The gentleman is frank and open, the villain is always fretting.’ Both Mr. Beichuan and I are gentlemen, so why hide or be evasive in front of Mr. Beichuan?"

Tsukishima Sen laughed softly, asking nonchalantly.

At this time, he displayed a hint of scholarliness.

Tsukishima Risa trotted over to Beichuan Si and whispered in his ear, "Mr. Beichuan, my father particularly loves ancient Chinese culture and enjoys studying it too, so please don’t mind if you don’t understand some of the things he says sometimes."

Particularly loves Chinese culture? Enjoys studying it? And worried that I might not understand it?

Beichuan Si’s expression turned slightly odd, but he still turned around and replied, "Gentlemen seek no petty profits, Aunt Tsukishima need not worry about such trivial matters."

"Uh...?" Tsukishima Ling Mei blinked, her mouth opening then closing.

So Beichuan Si was also fond of these difficult-to-understand ancient texts?

"Oh?" Tsukishima Sen, who had walked over, showed a surprised expression, "Mr. Beichuan, do you also share my love for China’s ancient cultural history?"

Confronted with this question, Beichuan Si could only nod:

"I have studied it."

"Indeed, you are the young man who saved my daughter. No wonder Ling Mei has such high praise for you," Tsukishima Sen complimented, finding Beichuan Si more and more admirable.

Beichuan Si sat upright with a gaze that didn’t waver during conversation, and his speech carried an innate sense of stability, unlike many young people nowadays who are often impetuous.

Most importantly, the other party shared his interests and hobby.

This addition made all the difference.

"It is Aunt Tsukishima who has overpraised me."

"I’ve also heard about you from Risa, I’m very grateful for your saving her. I had planned to visit in the next few days, but I didn’t expect Mr. Beichuan to take the initiative to come here," Tsukishima Sen spoke not too stern or traditional, his conversation also carried a bit of humor.

He continued, "First, let me apologize for not having visited you sooner."

Tsukishima Sen gave Beichuan Si a slight bow.

This man truly did not sweat the small stuff, but when it came to matters of principle, he also directly apologized to a younger person without hesitation.

From this, one could also see his sincere way of treating people.

Such people generally do not lack friends.

With this thought in mind, Beichuan Si no longer hesitated and got straight to the point,

"Actually, this time my initiative in coming here is also to seek Uncle Tsukishima’s assistance with something."

"If there’s anything I can help with, I will certainly do so," hearing this, Tsukishima Sen put away his smile, adopting a more serious expression.