The Wonderful Daily Life of Nogizaka

There is a painting on the top of the pavilion.

It is an ink painting that combines simplicity and complexity. The main character in the painting is also very simple. There is only one. The author spends all his efforts on outlining and painting it. It is unrestrained and varied, and it is unbearable to watch.

I held my breath as I marveled at how expressive it was, and thought of all the legends about this kind of creature that could move winds and rain.

Yes, that's a dragon.

Delicate, majestic, vivid and heroic, the dragon pattern on the top of the pavilion surrounds the building in a circle, but it cannot be seen in full. Some places are covered with clouds and mist, which is quite mysterious and makes people fascinated.

.

"You like this painting too?"

However, after watching for almost two or three minutes, a rich male voice suddenly sounded from behind Baiyunshan.

He subconsciously looked back, only to see a middle-aged man in his forties standing there, looking up at the top of the pavilion, with his hands folded across his chest, and his eyes showing admiration.

Baiyunshan glanced at him in surprise. He felt that this man looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but couldn't remember it for the moment. Then he smiled politely at him, nodded and said nothing.

After all, he himself is not a person who is keen on communicating with others. Unless it is necessary for the relationship, whether he talks or not depends purely on his mood.

Well...unless the other party is very good-looking and a girl——

"That's really rare. After all, you are so young. It looks like you are still in college, right?"

The middle-aged man smiled and saw that there was no one to talk to Baiyunshan, so he continued to talk to himself: "This painting is about ten years old. It appeared together with the pavilion. When I came here before,

, I come here to see it every time, and every time I see it, I feel the same as when I saw it for the first time. I think it is really a very powerful work——"

"You may not know, I have come here many times, but this is the first time I see young people like you stopping here to admire it! But it's not surprising, Gojome Town is originally in the countryside, and now

Most of the young people your age have gone to Tokyo to work hard, otherwise they would have gone to the nearby Akita City. How would anyone know that there is such a painting in a pavilion in such a small place——

"

The middle-aged man said softly, feeling that it was hard to find a close friend.

Baiyunshan nodded slightly, not only agreeing with his words, but also meaning something else. After a moment of silence, he suddenly added: "Looking at the technique and style, this should have originated from Chen Rong, a great painter in the Southern Song Dynasty.

Isn’t the dragon painted so vivid and flexible, splashing ink into clouds, and water into mist? I didn’t expect to see it here. Logically speaking, shouldn’t this type of work be seen in places like temples?”

"Huh?"

The middle-aged man suddenly looked surprised and turned to look at him, exclaiming: "I didn't expect to meet a young man who knows Chen Rong here. It's really amazing——"

"It's nothing special. It's just because of my background that I know a little bit about it." Baiyunshan shook his head modestly.

The middle-aged man suddenly looked curious: "Oh? I'm sorry, are you——"

"I am from China."

"Really!" The middle-aged man looked surprised: "Then your Japanese level is very good. I didn't notice any problem with your accent at all. It's basically the same as the average neon person!

"

"This is also because of my background." Baiyunshan smiled and said nothing.

The two couldn't help laughing and laughed at the same time.

The atmosphere became casual and relaxed.

After a while, the two continued to talk.

"However, even people from the Celestial Dynasty may not be able to tell at a glance that this is a work imitated by Chen Rong of the Southern Song Dynasty, right?" The middle-aged man looked at Baiyun Mountain, his eyes revealing the meaning of exploration, and said with a smile.

Baiyunshan did not deny it, nodded slightly, stood with his hands behind his back and said: "That's true, but from very early on, or in other words, for hundreds of years, whenever dragon patterns appear in neon, they are almost all painted in imitation of Chen Rong's works.

, so as long as you know this, you can basically make a correct judgment."

"I see."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, then extended his right hand to Baiyun Mountain and said kindly: "But it's very powerful. This is the first time we meet. My surname is Suzuki. You can just call me Suzuki. Please take care of me."

"This is the first time we meet. My surname is Bai. Please take good care of me."

Baiyunshan responded politely, and then said: "I would like to ask, this dragon painting should have something to do with Mr. Suzuki, right?"

"Indeed."

Mr. Suzuki, a middle-aged man, spoke frankly, with some reminiscence in his eyes: "This is one of my father's works during his lifetime. He was a painter and liked to paint this type of ink paintings the most, especially imitating that person in the history of the Chinese dynasty.

The dragon created by the great painter Chen Rong is truly exquisite!"

Baiyunshan suddenly looked surprised. He didn't expect to meet someone related to the author. He quickly asked: "Oh, may I ask your father--"

"Has passed away."

As if he knew what he wanted to ask, Mr. Suzuki shook his head slightly and interrupted, sighing: "Although my father is a painter, he is just a little famous painter. In the painter's profession, it is too difficult to support a family."

It’s difficult! In my impression, life as a child was always relatively poor, so when I grew up, I did not inherit his idea of ​​becoming a painter, but started doing a small business.”

"Now it seems that this choice is right. No matter how good a painting is, it still needs someone to appreciate it. Otherwise, it will be no different from a piece of waste paper."

Baiyunshan didn't know what to say to comfort him, so he could only remain silent for a moment, and then asked curiously: "Your father is a painter, and his surname is Suzuki. I wonder what he has to do with Suzuki Harunobu, the famous painter in history?"

Mr. Suzuki then smiled slightly, as if he had already guessed that Baiyunshan would make such an association, and replied with a smile: "It's just that the surnames are the same. If we really want to talk about relationships, in Akita, the surnames like Ikoma are more closely related.

Right? After all, there are almost too many people with the surname Suzuki in the country to count——"

"That's true."

Baiyun Mountain was speechless and laughed.

The two chatted for a few more words, and then the topic came to Baiyun Mountain.

"Bai Sang is so young, is he still in college?"

"No, I have already graduated. I was lucky at the beginning of this year. A good company was willing to take me on, and now I am working."

"What kind of job do you probably do?"

"I'm responsible for managing idols. Specifically, I just run errands and deal with some troublesome things. At my age, I'm just a small character who can't get on the stage at best. I came to Akita this time just to help promote it. It's nothing special.

——" Baiyunshan said vaguely.

"I wonder what Mr. Suzuki is doing here? Other than coming to look at this painting?"

Mr. Suzuki smiled and said: "I came here with my daughter this time. Our home is not far away. She said she wanted to come over and have a look, so I brought her here -"

He said, looked around, and then pointed in a certain direction.

"Look, that's my daughter."

Then he waved from afar, indicating the other party to come over.

Baiyunshan was slightly understanding, and turned his head to follow the line of sight he was pointing at. Then his expression paused, and his face suddenly became extremely weird.