The Wonderful Daily Life of Nogizaka

After finalizing the name, Baiyunshan drove over with many daily necessities.

Most of them were food and entertainment, as well as some household appliances, all of which he had no use for a long time. Many of them were left to eat dust at home or with the store manager, and then he brought them over here.

I have to say that the variety is quite rich. Needless to say, there are cups, plates, microwaves, refrigerators, etc. There are even simple toasters and octopus meatball machines. I even asked for two cans of plum wine from the store manager, so I just buried them.

In the cellar next to the courtyard, I waited for summer to take it out and put it in the refrigerator to chill before drinking.

The members helped move things and worked hard for a while before finally having time to rest.

Matsumura Sayuri leaned against the wooden door of the living room with a leisurely look, facing the cool breeze blowing in the courtyard. He couldn't help but sigh: "Hey~ I thought I had escaped, but I didn't expect to help. It's not as good as this.

At that time, I might as well just help Baiyun-sang clean the house, it would be easier—"

Baiyunshan, who was moving the last item on the side, couldn't help but have black lines on his forehead when he heard this, and said angrily: "If you are lazy and slippery like this, please don't say it in front of me!"

Matsumura Sayuri was stunned when he heard this, then nodded and said: "Oh, that's it. Then Baiyun-san, cover your ears."

Baiyunshan was startled: "What do you mean?"

"Did you cover it?"

"Covered."

"Turn around again."

"alright."

Seeing that he had actually turned around, Sayuri Matsumura stretched again and repeated his previous tone and sighed: "Hey~ I thought I had escaped, but I didn't expect that I still have to help. It's better to say this than that

When the time comes, I might as well just help Baiyun-sang clean the house, it would be easier—"

"Is there any difference between this and saying it in front of me?"

"Tch, Baiyun Sang obviously didn't cover her ears!"

"That's not the point!"

...

After a lot of fussing, everything had been put away, and Erika Ikuta was jumping around on the wooden door opposite to the wind chime. When she lowered her head and lowered her head, she found a line of small words.

"I can't see clearly~ but there seems to be white characters and numbers: eight years old, 128cm... Hey, is that the height?" Erika Ikuta said in surprise.

Upon hearing this, the members came closer and looked curiously at the somewhat blurry handwriting.

"Ah, if I remember correctly, it was left when I lived here when I was a child." Baiyunshan thought about the memory for a moment, and then said: "Were you 128cm when you were eight years old? I can't remember clearly.

"

"Eh~ It's so interesting, ah, I really miss this kind of thing!" Ichimi Takayama touched his head and tilted his head and sighed happily.

"Hmm, I remember that when I was a kid, I would mark my height and the like on the wall of my old hometown, but I don't know when I stopped doing similar things. It seemed like every few months or a year when I was a kid, I would mark my height and so on.

Or go back and measure your height on your birthday, ah~ is this growth~" Fukawa Mai said with squinted eyes.

Erika Ikuta followed Bai Yunshan's example and touched her chin and said, "Well, I usually test directly on the height measuring machine. If you want to record your height, you should take a test every year at the beginning of the new semester."

The remaining people nodded, and Hashimoto Nana said something surprising again: "As for me, I usually take measurements when I go to the hospital for a physical checkup. My health was always not very good when I was a child, but because there is a tree at home,

I still record my height every year with my brother."

When talking about the past, everyone couldn't help but fall into memories and were silent for a few seconds.

Afterwards, Takayama clapped his hands and suggested: "Ah, how about this~ Let's mark the height here again! As a souvenir, it feels very interesting!"

"Row height? Now?"

"Where is it? This side of Baiyun Sang?"

"Ah, I think it's okay! Do you have a pen with you? Is there a pen near here?"

Everyone hurriedly took action, took out pens from their belongings, and started taking action.

The order is arranged one by one according to age, so the first one is naturally Ikuta Erika.

President Hua was not timid at all. He held his head high and his chest high, leaning against the wooden door with an extremely confident look. He pressed his back tightly against it, trying to show his true height. But there was no reason for his chest.

These movements are not bloated at all, which makes people feel regretful.

Noticing the gazes of several people, Huahua was immediately dissatisfied. She pouted and complained: "Really, that's enough! I'm only in junior high school! I will definitely make you regret it in the future!"

Everyone suppressed their laughter indifferently, but Baiyunshan coughed lightly, took a pen and a thin piece of cardboard and pressed it on Ikuta Erika's head, and then carefully drew a horizontal line on it.

Then, I found a tape measure and started measuring.

"160cm."

The numbers are no different from those on the official blog, which shows that President Wohua is indeed very candid and there is no fraud.

He then wrote a line of small words on it: Erika Ikuta, 15 years old, 160cm.

Next is Nishino Nanase, who was born in 1994, but his birthday is later, so he is younger.

Pigeon leaned against the wooden door obediently with a well-behaved face, her back as straight as Erika Ikuta's, but unfortunately, she still looked sad at first glance.

"159cm."

The petite Nishino Nanase is obviously not as tall as President Hua. After all, she is a woman with a grip strength of 40. Such powerful arms obviously need a corresponding height to set off. Of course, it is said that the reason why the grip strength is four

Ten is because the measurement unit is wrong, but there is no need to worry about it.

Another line of small characters was written on it: Nishino Nanase, 18 years old, 159cm.

Next is Ichimi Takayama, then Nanami Hashimoto, then Sayuri Matsumura, Mai Shiraishi, and finally the eldest Mai Fukawa.

Each name, height and age are recorded on it, just like the annual rings of a big tree.

Everyone gathered together, looking at this picture, they couldn't help but look at each other, and then burst out laughing.

The sun gradually turns golden.

After finishing their busy work, everyone dispersed on the spot. During this period, Baiyunshan also thought about driving them back, but suddenly he thought that a certain flower was still here, so he gave up after some careful consideration.

After all, he is not Nakata Hana. If his name is pronounced backwards, it will sound completely different. He is incomparable with that guy.

"How cunning. Sayuri actually tiptoed secretly just now. He is obviously already high enough!"

"No! I just felt a little itchy on my toes just now, so I just stood on my tiptoes~"

"You said no, and you laughed like this. Let's see how I teach you a lesson -"

"Yeah~Yadayo——"

Listening to the chatter and laughter fading away outside the door, Baiyunshan breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the living room just now.

The shrine in the living room usually contains deceased relatives and elders. I can’t remember what Baiyunshan placed there when I was a child, but now it has been replaced with the names of Baiyunshan’s parents.

He stared at the name for a long time, and then knocked on the monk's chime in front of the shrine again.

"bite--"

The clear and boundless voice sounded again.

It is said that the purpose of beating the monk's chime is to communicate with relatives after death. As long as you put your hands together after the sound of the monk's chime and recite it devoutly in your heart, you can convey it to the world over there. But Baiyun Mountain does not

Da believes that he has seen a real ghost at least, and knows that this thing is not a good thing. He also learned from a certain mysterious Toichiro that the average soul can only exist for seven days, so is there any world after death?

Two things to say.

But in this matter, as with many festivals, authenticity is often not what is ultimately important. What is important is belief.

Or rather willing.

Baiyunshan was not very willing before, but now he is somewhat willing.

He sat here quietly, and after nearly ten minutes, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Who will come at this time?

Baiyunshan was startled, but he heard steady and light steps coming from the corridor. Then Hashimoto Nana, who had left, suddenly turned back for some unknown reason, holding a steaming white plastic bag in his hand.

The reddish-brown-skinned food covered the thin plastic bag with a layer of mist and water droplets from the hot air.

Nana Hashimoto said calmly: "The door was not closed, so I came in by myself."

Baiyunshan nodded: "I know."

He hesitated and said, "That's not what I want to ask about."

Nana Hashimoto did not answer him, but noticed his gaze. Nana Hashimoto continued: "This is the roasted sweet potato I bought at the convenience store just now. Do you want to eat it?"

"well enough."

"Then eat, I'll share one with you."

"No chili?"

"Why do you put chili pepper in this kind of thing? I don't put everything in it, at least not sweet ones."

"Sounds great."

"It's really good, but if it's Xiao Shen, I'm not sure. After all, she's different from me. She likes to put salt and carries salt with her everywhere. She might also put this kind of thing."

"That's good. I'll ask her when I get the chance."

"Forget it, even though I'm not like Mai, it's better not to tell her this kind of thing. It's not because I'm worried about being heard saying bad things behind my back, but because Xiao Shen, like Mai Mai, both have that special

A gentle person will be particularly concerned about whether he causes trouble to others, which will make her sad."

"You sound like you know a lot about it."

"It's okay. After all, we've been living together for several months. Even classmates at school will gradually become familiar with it, right?"

"I still don't understand a lot, there are many places."

"Me too."

"you?"

"I'm not referring to the members, but Baiyun-san."

"Understand what I do?"

"After all, not to mention the identity of the manager, we have been together for two or three months, so we should still get to know him."

"What's the result?"

"As I said before, I don't really understand."

"You don't know me very well?"

"Yes, Baiyun-sang, do you think we understand you?"

"It does sound a little unclear."

"More than that, after all, I only know a little bit about everything."

"Am I so mysterious?"

"Well, a little bit."

"Good thing or bad thing?"

"It's probably a good thing, because I always feel that nothing can trouble Baiyun Sang, and everyone will feel at ease with you. But if you think about it carefully, maybe it's also a bad thing. After all, we've been getting along for a few months, or

I don’t know why Baiyun Sang is happy or sad.”

"Is this a bad thing?"

"Yeah, of course it's a bad thing."

"How bad."

"That's bad. If you think about it carefully, we and Baiyun Sang can be considered friends, right?"

"Calculate."

"It's very good. Even though our identities are completely different, they still have the patience to be friends with us."

"Because you are good-looking."

"Pfft~ If Ichiku-chan hears this, he will definitely pretend not to, and at the same time, he can't help but beam with joy."

"Ikuta is just a kid. He can't hide his thoughts. He can't hide his happiness when he is praised."

"Isn't Baiyun-san a child too? He will smile proudly after a few compliments, and he also likes to bully Mai and others, just like the boys I met in elementary school."

"Oh yeah? What happened to them in the end?"

"They ended up being like my brother. After I beat them up, they never dared to do it again."

"Well...Hashimoto, you won't hit me, right?"

"Maybe."

"Huh? Is this still possible?"

"After all, we are not classmates, we can only be regarded as friends."

"Aren't you friends?"

"It's not bad, but Baiyun-sang, your friend is a bit incompetent."

"Am I incompetent?"

"Of course I'm incompetent. It's true that friends need to help each other, but it's not just about helping each other."

"what else?"

"There are also moods, worries, and pains. If you are a friend, you can talk about these things and tell the people around you. If you have been keeping it in your heart and bear it silently, unwilling to share it with the people around you, can you say that it is

A competent friend? Not very competent, because in addition to making people feel at ease, a competent friend also has the obligation to talk to you about your worries."

Nana Hashimoto gently put the warm sweet potato into Baiyunshan's hand, brushed her short hair from her ears, and said with a smile: "You are right, Baiyunshan."