[Mizawa] Umbrella Drop Sky

When Yoichi Kuramochi came out of the north exit of the station, he saw only one main road.

It is not a pleasant thing to walk on the mountain road in this sweltering and humid rainy day.The cheetah has a fast pace - it also has to be in an environment it is familiar with.For Kuramochi, this familiar environment is the black soil that smells like dry grass and is scorched by the scorching sun—not the muddy path after the rain, and the trees on both sides that smell of oil.Because of this, he walked slower than usual, frowning and bowing his head, walking step by step on the only visible path.

After walking for about half an hour, he felt light shining from all directions unscrupulously, and the omnipresent, towering trees just now faded away, and his eyes were brightened—at first glance in various tourist brochures, it looks like an ordinary forest hut. Indistinguishable red pointed houses are right in front of you.

He paused at the door for a while before he walked in.

The huge white cross on the top of the gate must have been around for some years, and the sunshine after the rain was clear and bright, clearly illuminating the small cracks accumulated on the cross over a long period of time.

With no other compartments, the all-wood, simple chapel has just one long, narrow room.A row of old-fashioned chandeliers hung on the roof—it was dark, only two beams of light came in through the arched round windows on both sides of the deepest part.Kuramo squinted his eyes, as if he could see the dust floating in the light.

Cang Yue Wakana stood in the middle of the intersection of the two beams of light, with her head bowed and her hands clasped together.

Kuramochi felt a little uncomfortable. After standing silently for a few minutes, he finally sat down on the long wooden chair, resting his chin and staring at the girl—no, it shouldn’t be called a girl anymore, but the back view is still the same as when we first met many years ago Generally slender.

"It's really impossible to connect you, Wakana, with a place like a church." Silence has never been his style, Kuramochi gave up on putting on airs in such a place that doesn't fit him, and spread out the large characters on the wooden board as if giving up on himself. On the back of the chair, "Although everyone says that Karuizawa is a good place... I really don't like it."

Wakana's prayer is over - at least Kuramochi thinks so, the woman turned around lightly, brushed her already long hair, "Kuramochi-kun, have you seen Sakae?"

"Ah—that guy," Kuramochi looked up at the old wooden ceiling. The triangular roof structure may not be uncommon in the West—but it is quite unique in Japan. "Looking at him with a happy face He looked like he was in it, so he didn’t go over to say hello—anyway, he’s going to visit his house at night.”

In the morning, he took the Shinkansen to Nagano and immediately rushed to the middle school where Sawamura was.It was a coincidence that it happened to be that guy's physical education class, and he was on the playground with a group of chattering middle school students (then again, this kind of idiot is really only qualified to be a physical education teacher, right?)——Three years haven't seen , Sawamura Eijun is no different from the last time we met, even among the students who are almost a round younger than him, he still seems to be bullied and yelled.

"You can't do it without waving your arms with all your strength!"

He heard the guy's angry loud voice, stomping his feet, pointing cat eyes at the tip of his student's nose, and he didn't look like a teacher at all.

"Idiot Sawamura-sensei doesn't play baseball, so don't point fingers!"

The student who was a head shorter than Zecun seemed to be very aware of his physical education teacher's temperament. He spoke without any hesitation or the slightest worry about the teacher's anger. He even shrugged his shoulders after speaking and was about to walk away with the ball Takuya—even to that Sawamura, but he is an elder after all, and his words and actions are extremely rude to an outsider like him.

He was gearing up and began to recall the wrestling skills he hadn't used for a long time, thinking about when he should appear like a savior to save the junior who had been sleeping with him for two years.

"Ah, how many times have I told you! I also played professional baseball! You ignorant brats!"

"That's because—teacher, you've always yelled like this and never demonstrated to us, so you must be bragging!"

"Huh? It seems that I, Mr. Sawamura Eijun, won't listen to me today if I don't show you my skills, will you?"

Kuramochi, who was aggressively rolling up his sleeves and preparing to appear on the stage, was startled by such a sentence and hesitated - at the moment he hesitated, Sawamura had already picked up the collar of the little pitcher and headed towards the bullpen with nostrils.

"Hey, don't mess around!" Cang Mo opened his mouth soundlessly, but the words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.

In the rainy season, the sky is always changing. Not long ago, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was as blue as the background color of the curtain splashed by a painter in one go. In a blink of an eye, dark clouds came from Dongdu and floated into the sky of Nagano.The raindrops were thick and dense, but fortunately it was not heavy.But because the temperature hasn't dropped, it's hot and stuffy, and it won't be long before the sky will clear again—Kuramochi wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked towards where Sawamura and his disobedient students were.

In the natural curtain built by the rainwater, Sawamura raised his legs and raised his arms——

Kuramochi held his breath, a little annoyed that he didn't stop the guy who used to mess around in the first place.Time slips through your fingers like sand. I thought it filtered out the trivial and ordinary things that I have taken for granted. I never thought that it would kill the unforgettable memories of crying and laughing, great joy and great sorrow. Repeating daily routines—even after encountering such an accident, the tears and grief are gradually eroded day after day. What Sawamura Eijun still has is that he has stood on the mound again and again since high school, non-stop Leg lifts, throws...

"Hahahahahahaha, what is this! Mr. Sawamura looks very good, but he threw such a soft ball!"

Exaggerated smiles erupted from the group of students gathered in the distance.

"That's because I can't use my legs, I can't use them!"

The pissed-off guy overlapped with the boy he remembered always messing up things in front of him from time to time.

"But you have a good look! You have to swing your arms as hard as I can!"

"I thought..." Cang Chi let out a low laugh, he finally stopped raising his head like a rascal, and the moment he straightened his head, he met the woman's clear eyes, "How could I think... ...to see a boring guy who has nothing to do with baseball and lives a peaceful life!"

"Sure enough, Sawamura is Sawamura."

"You have seen recently..." Cang Yue looked out of the window with her hands behind her back, Nakuramochi couldn't see her expression clearly in the backlight, but she could only hear her saying word by word in an unusually slow tone, "Miyuki Kazuya a year ago Did you go to MLB? Rong-chan likes...he is a very good person."

The afterglow of the setting sun on the mountain had a richer golden color than that at the bottom of the mountain, dyeing the woman's long hair with a gentle color. She paused, as if waiting for Cangchi to answer.However, the man with a grumpy appearance but a sensitive and careful heart just pursed his lips and said nothing at this time, she smiled and didn't care, and continued, "It was Rong-chan who told me!"

"When he was injured and had to come back here...I told you when you came to Nagoya to pick him up." He lowered his eyelids and watched a line of ants on the floor carrying food in an orderly line. Said in a nonchalant and indifferent tone, "No one can interfere with the affairs of these two people."

He stood up and kicked the wooden chair without the slightest piousness—it was solid, and it hurt his feet, “These two people seem to have different personalities, but they are actually the same in their bones—the real big thing is always buried.” Say nothing in your heart."

"I'm just curious too," Cang Yue didn't seem to feel the momentary stagnation of the atmosphere, she tilted her head and said in an inappropriate girlish tone, "These two people clearly connected with each other when they shot, why once they got off the mound, Leaving home plate, it's like..."

——Is it impossible to communicate with the soul?

Sawamura Eijun's room was just as messy as Kuramochi imagined.

He was not restrained at all because he was a guest, and he naturally lay down on the floor, moved out the various baseball magazines that the other party placed on the bottom shelf, flipped through them lazily, and only reached out to turn a page after a long time.

In the room, the younger generation who suddenly learned of Cangji's visit not long ago was flattered and walked back and forth, booing and asking for warmth from time to time, wishing to bring out all the trivial things in the past three years and talk about them in depth.The sound was as full of air as ever, the decibels were so loud that the vibrations of the water molecules in the air were a little bit larger, making his eardrums buzz like an airplane taking off.

——It's really annoying.

However, just like he used to play video games peacefully amidst the yelling of idiots in Room [-], he quickly adapted to the background sound called "Sawamura", absent-mindedly said "umm", and his attention was still concentrated In the magazine in his hand.

With outstanding observation skills, he soon discovered that almost every book in this stack of magazines was incomplete—or a certain section of a certain page was missing, or even a whole page was missing because of the wrong page number, and even more exaggerated There are a few books that don't even have a cover!

He tried hard to recall the contents of these magazines that he must have read before, and suddenly caught something, and his brows gradually frowned.

"Ah!" Sawamura stopped beside him, and looked at the magazine with a corner missing in his hand with him, his eyes were bent, "I cut these magazines into a mess.

Compared with his foresight and foresight, the person involved is open-minded.

"They're all reports about Miyuki-senpai, so I guess you don't want to read them—I got inspiration from shoujo manga! I, Sawamura Eijun, can gain power from all reading materials. Kuramochi-senpai, don't use one Looking at me like an idiot? Don’t you think it’s easier to collect after cutting it out!”

Cang Mochi twitched his brows and let out a deep sigh.

He jumped up and hooked his junior's neck, put his right foot on the opponent's back, and said to himself in the afternoon that he should not interfere in the affairs of these two people, but he said very simply, "If you care about that guy so much, then you can't get involved. Anyway, communicate with him well—you two were dating at that time! After an accident, isn’t it normal for lovers to communicate?”

"You are like this now..." He smacked his mouth, and his eyes stayed on another magazine that was missing a few pages. He vaguely remembered that there was an article in this issue, "A handsome catcher from Japan suspected an affair with a famous model. A certain hotel” report caused him to receive many inexplicable phone calls and interviews that week—his mouth was dry, and he suddenly couldn’t say the following words, “You are like this now, he doesn’t know, he’s still free and easy… ...you are... in vain—why bother?"

"Why don't you talk to him directly?"

Just like when we were in school, the pitcher stood upright in the sunset and bowed deeply to his captain, "Teach me how to do it, senior!"

"Senior Kuramochi." Qingdao's teammates all remember his sunny smile and eternally high fighting spirit - but they seem to have forgotten that behind this is the stubbornness and stubbornness that has been deeply rooted since childhood. Talkable."

"Before me and him, if it wasn't baseball, what was there to talk about?"

Sawamura stared at the floor, speaking quickly and fluently - Kuramochi even suspected that he had organized words to himself in his mind many times, and convinced himself with his poor Chinese level, "Look, I and him From the time we met, he was the catcher, I was the pitcher, we wanted to play baseball, we wanted to stand on the field and win games — when we first met, when we first held hands, when we first...kissed..." Here he seemed to think of something, his face was a little red, and a suspicious blush crawled from his ears to his cheeks, and he continued, "It's all related to baseball. I thought we could go far together like this—"

"But what if there's no more baseball?"

He suddenly raised his head and stared at Kuramochi with wide eyes, "I can't play baseball anymore!"

- Secondary common peroneal nerve injury.To be honest, it is very lucky not to cause severe atrophy of the calf muscles to the point of disability.

"But... you can still talk about... this, baseball, right..." Cang Che replied weakly, feeling that his words were dry and powerless.

Sawamura laughed, "Senior Kuramochi, you know it's impossible."

He smiled brightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"It's really boring to talk about this kind of thing." Sawamura waved his hands a little tiredly, "Go to rest early, you have to get up early tomorrow morning to catch the Shinkansen, right?"

The topic transfer is also really blunt.But when it comes to Kuramochi's departure tomorrow, Sawamura's attention has shifted to this matter.

"Ah, and—" Sawamura clapped his hands, "You must remember to bring an umbrella tomorrow in this weather."

"The weather is really annoying." Not yet freed from the awkward atmosphere just now, Cang Mo obediently followed the junior's topic, took off his slippers and followed him to the bathroom, "I just felt a few strands of rain floating on my face , opened the umbrella—and it turned out to be sunny again. I really don’t know if I should bring an umbrella.”

"This kind of weather," Sawamura lazily commented, while giving Kuramochi a brand new toothbrush, "it's just for dropping umbrellas. It's not called sunny days or rainy days, it's called umbrella days. Don't bring them, don't worry; bring them Well, I’m not reconciled; just put it anywhere and forget it and drop it!”

Just like the relationship between him and him, when there is no common ground and when it is not needed, just let it go anywhere——

Just forget about it.