After finalizing the name, Baiyunshan drove over with many daily necessities.
Most of them are food and entertainment, as well as some household appliances. There are many items that he has no use for a long time. He has left them at home or with the store manager to eat dust, and then 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 and simply 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 appear on his forehead when he heard this, and said angrily: "Just don't say this in front of me if you are lazy and slippery!"
Sayuri Matsumura 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 really 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 help Baiyun-san 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, things had been packed away, and Erika Ikuta was jumping to the wooden door opposite the wind chime. When she 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 vague handwriting.
"Ah, if I remember correctly, it was from 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!" Takayama Ichimi said happily while touching his head and tilting his head.
"Hmm, I remember that when I was a kid, I would mark my height on the wall of my old home, but I don't know when I stopped doing similar things. It seemed that 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 examination. 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."
Speaking of the past, everyone couldn't help but fall into memories and were silent for a few seconds.
Later, 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! Did you bring a pen? Are there any pens around here?"
Everyone hurriedly took action, then took out the 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 leaned against the wooden door with an extremely confident look. He pressed his back tightly against it, trying to show his true height. However, his chest did not swell at all due to these movements, which made 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, while 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 and with a well-behaved face, straightening her back like Erika Ikuta, but unfortunately, she still looked sad at first glance.
"159cm."
The petite Nishino Nanase is obviously not as tall as President Hana. After all, she is a woman with a grip strength of 40. Such powerful arms obviously need corresponding height to set off. Of course, it is said that the reason why the grip strength is 40 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 Takayama Kazumi, then Hashimoto Nanami, then Matsumura Sayuri, Shiraishi Mai, and finally the eldest Fukawa Mai.
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 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 came to the living room again.
The shrine in the living room usually contains deceased relatives and elders. Baiyunshan can't remember what Baiyunshan placed there when he 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.
"Ding--"
The clear and boundless voice sounded again.
It is said that beating the monk's chime is to communicate with relatives after death. As long as you put your hands together after the monk's chime sounds and recite it devoutly in your heart, you can convey it to the world over there. But Baiyunshan didn't quite believe it. He had seen a real ghost after all, and knew that this thing was not a good thing. He also learned from a mysterious Toichiro that the average soul can only exist for seven days, so there are There is no such thing as an afterlife.
However, as with many festivals, authenticity is often not what is ultimately important. What is important is belief.
Or willing.
Baiyunshan was reluctant in the past, but now he is somewhat willing.
He sat here quietly. 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 Nana Hashimoto, who had already left, suddenly turned back for some unknown reason, holding a steaming white plastic bag in his hand. The reddish-brown-skinned food was covered with a layer of mist and water droplets on the thin plastic bag by 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, and 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."
"Sounds good."
"It's really good, but I don't know if it's Xiao Shen. 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."
"Well said, 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 personality. 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."
"It's okay. After all, I've been living here for several months. Even my classmates at school will gradually become familiar with it, right?"
"I still don't understand a lot, there are a lot of things."
"Me too."
"you?"
"I'm not referring to the members, but Baiyun-san."
"Know 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 was the outcome?"
"I already told you, I don't really understand."
"Don't you know me well?"
"Yes, Baiyun-sang, do you think we understand you?"
"It does sound a little unclear."
"More than that, after all, I should 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 have 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 are friends, right?"
"Calculate."
"It's very good. Although their 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 bad friends?”
"It's not bad, but Baiyun-san, your friend is a bit incompetent."
"Am I incompetent?"
"Of course it's 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. You have been holding it in your heart and bear it silently, unwilling to share it with the people around you. Can you say that it is A good friend? Not very good, because in addition to making people feel at ease, a good 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."
