Chapter 547

Professor Yang on one side was also very surprised at Gu Zheng's sudden appearance: "Hey, I haven't asked you yet. As a student in school, why did you come to Japan if you didn't have a good class?"

"How can I," subconsciously Gu Zheng explained: "I just finished the Tokyo Marathon. No, I'll go home with the team in two days."

"It's Professor Yang. Can I help you?"

If Gu Zheng didn't ask, Professor Yang remembered Gu Zheng's role.

"If you don't say I forgot, there will be nothing after your game?"

Gu Zheng nodded subconsciously.

Then Professor Yang continued, "that's good. Report to my hotel tomorrow."

"I originally came with your senior Zhang Leng. Today, China and our two countries have art exchanges. Local colleagues in the calligraphy and painting circles have also invited several famous art auction houses and collectors in Japan."

"I want to recommend the works of young painters from both countries."

"But who would have thought that the unpromising seafood would upset his stomach?"

"In the end, it was sent to the hospital."

"If he wants to visit tomorrow, he can't get through it. People take younger generations with them. I can't be ashamed of being the representative of our calligraphy and painting circles."

"You'll follow me tomorrow. That's it."

"Ah?" before Gu Zheng refused, Professor Yang handed the address card of his hotel directly to Gu Zheng.

In the back is the usual contact number, which seems to be unacceptable.

After turning a blind eye, Gu Zheng returned to the place where his athletes stayed. He was distressed and returned his ticket for tomorrow. When will he return home?

We'll see.

……

The next day, there was a rare drizzle in the sky, as if Gu Zheng was in a general mood, which was not very clear.

No elder martial brother Zhang Leng was seen in the hotel where he went to report. It is said that he is still hanging a sad hanging bottle in the small clinic.

On the contrary, painters and calligraphers from all walks of life invited with Professor Yang expressed great interest in this inexplicable young man.

On the bus to the Japanese calligraphers who were invited to visit, those old people who had a very interesting temper put aside their own disciples who had long been tired of watching, and began to set up Gu Zheng's words.

"Yang Lao's student? Was temporarily called to Japan by the teacher?"

Gu zhengchunliang shook his head and returned: "it's the kind of students who are true, or the kind who know what happens, but I ran into my teacher in the Kabuki venue yesterday."

"Oh? Then why did you come to Tokyo?"

"Take part in the Tokyo Marathon."

For this interest, the group of old people expressed great agreement. They said one after another: "yes, our young people engaged in art should exercise more."

"When they go out, they say we are the kind of people who are vulnerable and always receive special care."

"At the beginning, who is not the master of the world with a sword? Why is he weak now?"

"So, did you finish the whole marathon yesterday? It doesn't matter what your results are, but stick to it."

"We are engaged in calligraphy and painting creation, and our persistence must be better."

Gu Zheng quietly looked at the old man whose beard was almost hanging to his navel and thought, this is not a problem of weakness, it is a problem of longevity, okay.

But Gu Zheng was praised. He had to be modest. He answered very sincerely.

"Don't worry, teachers and predecessors, I won the championship of the Tokyo Marathon yesterday for our artists."

"Er, I came to the competition on behalf of the capital sports committee. Hey, hey."

A group of old men's eyes protruded a centimeter in an instant. They were stunned. Did they!

When was there such a fierce man in the calligraphy and painting industry? It's a little mysterious.

As an indirect Professor, Professor Yang was also very surprised. He asked in a low voice: "Gu Zheng, I remember listening to your neighbor say last time, didn't you work in urban management?"

"Why is the urban management responsible for running marathons now?"

"What?"

The group of old men listening with their ears up were stunned.

Are you an urban management officer?

Is what the news of the online shock Department describes true?

Can the combat power of an urban management team be equal to that of an army of a class?

Hehe, it's self-conscious that Gu Zheng's expression has changed.

The students who had taken away their teacher's attention were also instantly quiet.

Urban management, don't provoke them. It is said that they will become temporary workers at any time

The bus of China's invited representatives drove towards their destination in a strange atmosphere.

The lower and lower buildings and the gradual emergence of green trees and lawns indicate that the suburbs outside Tokyo have arrived.

Here, the traditional Japanese style architecture finally has its world to display.

Behind the rows of small second floors, the panorama of the Japanese manor covering a large area is exposed.

The end of the bus is at the gate of the outer wall of the manor.

When they got off, they saw not the owner, but the officials of the manor.

According to Professor Yang's grapevine news, the identity of the chairman of the calligraphy association was an old aristocrat of Japan.

The existence of this Japanese manor and the traditional style of housekeeper and servant bring the shadow of the old aristocrats of Japan.

Originally, we didn't care, but when we entered the gate of the manor, we found that there was a hole in it.

The traditional rockery pavilions and corridors are poetic and picturesque waterside gardens.

Careful observation of the upturned eaves can see a lot of the style of the late Tang Dynasty since Buddhism was introduced into Japan.

After a tortuous Japanese corridor, even if you officially step into the porch of this huge house.

This is the facade of a Japanese family, regardless of old and new buildings.

Here, everyone has to take off their shoes. It is placed under the board made of brown lacquer wood, with the tip of the shoe facing the outside to show respect for the rules and etiquette of the country.

After all this, people can step on the board of a higher step. This area is regarded as the scope of Sanhe soil. After everyone has gathered, the old housekeeper leads them to the big room opposite Sanhe soil.

There, Fujiwara once again, is eagerly waiting there.

He used the best Japanese tea ceremony as his welcome gift for guests from afar.

Everyone greeted and sat down, and the Housekeeper on one side added incense to the rattan origin very elegantly.

The sliding door outside the big house is opened in all directions for the convenience of guests to enjoy the scenery.

Gu Zheng, who was quite curious, looked into the small but distinctive garden scenery in the yard.

"Da Lala"

The bamboo tube used for water storage not far from the porch of the house was full of water. The bamboo tip at one end could not bear the force, so it fell into the stone water storage groove on one side.

In this open place with continuous drizzle and missing cicadas, it adds a bit of freehand brushwork.

Because of the falling rain, the sink specially prepared for the teahouse is naturally impossible to take water directly to make tea as usual.

Fujiwara, which has already been prepared, naturally uses the hoarded snow mountain water to entertain the same elegant guests from afar.

A faint aroma of green tea gradually filled the teahouse, but a voice incompatible with the scenery at this time came from the other end of the distant courtyard.

"Bang bang!"

Fujiwara frowned in the house, but the officials on one side answered the master's questions in a low voice.

"The little master took his classmates home to prepare for the national bow competition next week."

Hearing this, Fujiwara's eyebrows relaxed a little.

In order not to embarrass the owner, the Japanese calligrapher who belongs to the same club changed the topic for director Fujiwara.

"Mr. Fujiwara, it's still early. The bow road is also an old etiquette way of Japan. Since it's a cultural exchange, you might as well take Chinese artists to visit it."

Fujiwara's face opposite showed a very modest smile, but Gu Zheng saw a bit of insincere pride: "where, children's archery is only a little superficial, and there is still learning on the way forward."

Since it's not like it, don't look at it?

No, that's not what they mean.

Fujiwara opened his mouth wider and handed his hand in the direction of the bow shooting range opposite the courtyard: "if you are interested, go and watch it together. I'll guide you and explain it to you."

If you want to show off your son, just say it. It's too fake.

What else can we do?

No one is worse than politeness.

Chinese invitees got up one after another, and those who were not interested also pretended to be very interested, so they came to the back of the courtyard together.

The discerning old housekeeper brought the tea plates together, one by one. The green tea was used to quench the thirst of Chinese visitors who had drunk a circle of tea.

The old people who didn't plan to join the fun sat on their knees in the Wai, but the young students were very interested in bow shooting.

At the sign of the owner's house, they came to the corridor of the courtyard and saw a very standard archery target and a very traditional and serious archery set.

These young people of Japan are holding a big bow with a full length of 2 meters. After drawing arrows, they are very serious about shooting arrows at the target.

The bow shooting of the Japanese is different from the riding and shooting that China has evolved for many years or the archery in the modern history of Gaoli.

They seem to pay attention to the highest results, but also take into account the beauty of a kind of etiquette style.

Like the roaring shooting sport of Gao Liguo, they deeply despise it in the bottom of their heart.

Fujiwara, on the other side, did not forget to draw closer friendly relations with Chinese visitors at this time.

He enthusiastically explained the bow shooting movement in the field.