Chapter 4 third quarter

Ayako Hisai boarded the elevator of the M department store.The people who took the ride all focused their eyes on her.Men are secretly admiring her beautiful face, and women are peeping at her luxurious kimono and obi. Wenzi raised his sleeves to look at the platinum watch inlaid with small diamonds, and immediately looked up at the elevator pointer.The elevator went up to the sixth floor, and most people went down.There is a specials shop on the sixth floor.There are only three people left under the exhibition hall on the seventh floor. Wenzi hurried out of the elevator and walked towards the entrance of the venue.

The monogram of "Urakami Yutang Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition" is written in ink on a fir board.This is the cursive ink of Liu Shunanliang, a calligrapher and review committee member of government-run exhibitions.Nanliang is one of Shi Zeyongliang's helpers, and it is not difficult to write monograms and the like.However, Liang Nan is usually a hard-to-find person, but this time he waved his pen happily because of the market. Wenzi glanced at the monogram, then walked towards the reception.Since this exhibition was different from the modern ink painting exhibition they held, she didn't know anyone there, they were all older people.

"Is Mr. Ichizawa here?" A bald man in the middle got up from his chair and bowed in salute. "I've already entered the venue. I'm probably looking at the exhibits!" The man looked like he was from an antique shop. The entire venue could not be seen from the reception, and it was packed with spectators.The people at the reception didn't know Fumiko, and because Fumiko said Mr. Ichizawa's name, they received a different reception than usual. The venue was specially arranged for this exhibition.In the hall, like a museum, there are glass cabinets lined up horizontally, as if a wall is erected from the middle.The lighting is good, and the glass cabinet is transparent and bright, like a stage illuminated by spotlights.Mr. Yutang's hanging scrolls are hung at appropriate intervals.Among the hanging scrolls are chrysanthemums and cliff chrysanthemums, which are graceful and graceful.As soon as you enter the venue, you will feel luxurious and elegant.

Wenzi had no time to appreciate the hanging scrolls, she walked hurriedly among the audience, looking for the conference office. She finds a clerk wearing an administrator's armband. "Mr. Ichizawa is over there." The clerk raised his arm and pointed in the direction. There is a small door in the corner of the venue, on which is a big sign of "Yutang Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition Office".This hand was obviously not written by Nanliang.As the review committee members of government-run exhibitions, they disdain to write such things. Wenzi gently opened the door.

In a blink of an eye, a crowded scene with a lot of people's voices came into Wenzi's eyes.Some people are sitting on chairs, while others are standing.Everyone invariably focused their attention on Wenzi. "Come in!" A fat man with a red face sitting near the door stood up from his chair.He is also the assistant of Mr. Ichizawa, the owner of an antique shop named Jiujiutang. "He's waiting for you. Just now he said it's time to arrive, it's time to arrive, and he keeps looking at his watch!" A white platycodon-shaped badge is pinned to the chest of Changjitang, which is the symbol of the staff of the exhibition.

"Sorry for being late." When Wenzi was apologizing, from the corner of his eyes, he saw Ichisawa Yuliang leaning on the back of the chair in front of him, smiling and talking to others. "A friend was hospitalized, and I stopped by to visit, but it turned out to be late." "It's hard for you, then, please come here!" Changjiutang led Wenzi inside. Sitting on either side were four or five men.Feeling the gazes from around him, Wenzi lowered his head and walked towards Jiujiutang. "gentlemen!" Jiujiutang was dressed like a butler in a rich family in the old days, and he bowed to Ichizawa who was sitting in the innermost place to salute.

"Hisui-kun is here!" Shi Zeyongliang turned his face, his silver hair was combed neatly, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.His nose is moderate, the bridge of the nose is raised, and the lower part of the fat face is slightly wide.Compared with the man sitting here, he is outstanding in appearance. "it is good!" He nodded slightly. "Sir, I'm so sorry for coming so late!" Wenzi bowed down and apologized. "Here, waiting for you! I must be at the Industrial Club in thirty minutes." "I am so sorry!"

"Have you seen the exhibits at the venue?" "No. I'll come to you as soon as I arrive." "That's right. Then let me introduce to you, Yutang can both draw and write, and he is unique." Ichizawa Yusuke stood up from his seat. He was tall and tall, wearing a plain kimono jacket with an emblem embroidered on it, and a kimono skirt of the same color underneath, looking very well-proportioned. Everyone in the room got up and saw them off.Jiujiutang quickly ran to the door, opened the door and waited.The emblem embroidered on Ichisawa Yusuke's back is the symbol of the old daimyo.Wenzi bowed his head and followed Shi Ze in full view.

Arriving at the venue, Ichizawa stopped in front of the glass cabinet, and Jiujiutang pushed the audience standing in front of the cabinet to the sides, with a devout and submissive expression on his face.The visitors saw that the visitors were different. The man was dressed in a kimono and looked imposing, while the woman was gorgeously dressed and followed closely, so they took the initiative to give way.This action attracted a lot of attention to them both. On the front of Wenzi is a painting titled "The Woodcutter's Return". "Whenever I look at it, I think this one is good."

Ichizawa Yusuke said while glancing at Wenzi's profile from the corner of his eye. "This is a painting in the collection of Marquis A's family. I remember that when I was young, the old Marquis once showed me this painting in person. You can see the style of this painting, it seems to be done casually, but there is always a shocking feeling. Strength. A layman may feel shaky and pale, I wonder how you feel?" "I think it's pretty good. There's an inner strength." Wenzi replied intently. "Yes, yes. Seems a bit like you." "Where, what am I..."

"No, the style is not exact, but there is something in common in spirit. You have to keep absorbing such things. It is important to learn from new, European-style works, but it is also indispensable to absorb nutrients from such classic works .Then, take a good look at it!" Ichizawa himself carefully admired the picture.After a while, although his neck didn't move at all, his lips seemed to move, and his voice was so low that only Wenzi could hear it. "After leaving this venue, meet up at the old place. After thirty minutes, I will send people away as appropriate, and you are also ready." Shi Ze faced the scroll and whispered. Wenzi's eyes were still fixed on the "Woodman's Return Map".She nodded slightly, in the eyes of onlookers, they were admiring Yutang's paintings. Beside them, Jiujiutang was walking slowly. Ichizawa went to the next hanging scroll.As the footsteps moved, the hem of the kimono skirt was lifted by the wind.The exposed white cloth socks look more solemn. Although there will be a date with Fumiko, Ichizawa's attitude is still generous and unhurried, retaining the demeanor of a descendant of the old daimyo, with a solemn smile hanging from the corners of his eyes and mouth. Wenzi followed Shize obediently, never taking his eyes off Yutang's painting, only his feet slid gently on the floor. "gentlemen!" Jiu Jiu Tang hurriedly approached Shi Ze. "Young Master Sugio is here." Shi Ze raised his cheek to indicate that he understood, but he didn't immediately turn his face to the direction pointed by Jiu Jiu Tang.His gaze still stopped at the painting "Fairy Mountain Group Meeting" he was admiring just now. Wenzi quietly turned his head away. A tall young gentleman approached with a smile on his face.He didn't come alone, there were five or six gorgeously dressed young women closely following behind him.Their clothes are brightly colored, as if they were showing young gentlemen from behind. Sugio Aoyo is the son of Sugio Renyo, who is well-known as the master of modern ink painting.Although he is only twenty-nine years old, he has already been recognized as Lian Yang's successor.His strength is not due to his father's glory. According to a certain critic, he will definitely come from behind and surpass his father. Sugio Qingyang's appearance has modern characteristics, and in the eyes of outsiders, he does not look like an ink painter at all.He has a fair forehead, soft and slightly curly hair, pulled up, under thick eyebrows, a pair of big eyes are lovely.But the female disciples said that when he was painting, his eyes were sharp.He has a sharp face, so when he bows his head and brushes, he looks more stern and cold from the side. His lips are always ruddy, although the female disciples privately discussed that it might be lipstick, but in fact this is his natural color.Now, with his red lips slightly parted, he returned the salute to Wen Zi with a smile, and the female disciples surrounding him all shot their gazes at Wen Zi at the same time. "Oh, you're here too." Qingyang looked at Wenzi and smiled slightly. Shi Zeyongliang knew that Qingyang had come to his side, but he deliberately stretched his neck towards the glass cabinet, watching the picture intently. "Mr. Ichizawa!" Qingyang immediately looked away from Wenzi, and took a few steps closer to Shize, bending down to salute appropriately. Shi Zeyongliang turned around and nodded slightly to Qingyang as if he had noticed. "Oh, so it's you!" Ichizawa's greetings were slow and steady. "I was rude last time in Hall S." Qingyang greeted with a cheerful tone. "Ah, you are too kind." "It is estimated that you must come here today, so I also came." "yes?" Ichizawa Yusuke opened the sleeves of the kimono and put his hands behind his back. "Your learning spirit is as good as ever!" "Where, I really dare not take it!" Ichizawa quickly glanced at the gorgeously dressed female disciples gathered behind Qingyang.They saluted together. To this, Shi Ze only returned the salute with his eyes, and then asked Qing Yang: "How is your father?" "Yes, good." "That's good." "My father said, Jiu Shu greets you, let me greet you on his behalf." "what!" After Ichizawa nodded slightly, he immediately turned to the next hanging work. Wenzi hesitated at first, not knowing which of the two should follow, but soon made up his mind and walked towards the city. Qingyang raised his face to the glass cabinet, as if he was appreciating the painting, but he kept observing the actions of Ichisawa Yusuke and Fumiko from the corner of his eyes.A look of interest flitted across his face.