[Mizawa] Umbrella Drop Sky

— Misfortune is insubstantial: it is a non-existence, the non-existence of happiness.

After counting 100 baseballs, Kazuya Miyuki was lying on the bed, his brain was still clear and he could not fall asleep.

He opened his eyes and saw the moonlight coming in through the window in a square shape, cool and bright, passing through the carpet and reaching the bed.In the quiet night, only the sound of the hands of the quartz clock in the bedroom—oh, and the sound of his pulse beating so faintly that it seemed to disappear in the darkness.

One o'clock in the morning.

Miyuki took the phone beside her bed and glanced at the time.The faint fluorescence of the mobile phone extended from his chin to his forehead, which made the inconspicuous bruises under his eyes a little scary—he attributed the insomnia for several days to the good quality of athletes, and when he did not exercise enough during the rest period As a result, his body was not exhausted enough to allow him to fall asleep quickly.

So he simply put on his glasses, picked up the phone next to the pillow, and flipped through the address book, thinking that he could call Cheng Gongming and make an appointment for a drink—there was a nearby bar that they occasionally went to for celebration banquets and closed at three o'clock in the morning , Now go just in time to catch up with the second carnival of the drunkards at the renewal booth.

The voice of the mechanical female voice rang from the phone, and Miyuki remembered that Narimiya had already rushed to catch the plane back to Japan on the first day of the holiday—even though their team had many bright games in the regular season this year, But after fifteen games, the final result was still unsatisfactory, and they failed to enter the playoffs.Therefore, at the beginning of October, they had an offseason vacation that was neither long nor short.

With a good memory, he deliberately didn't remember this fact, as if he could pretend not to care about Cheng Gong's conversation with him before he left.

In the final game of the regular season, they lost one point to their opponent.When zero o'clock comes, the teammates go to the bar-even if they lose the game, they still have to celebrate the passing of another season and the end of another year, right?However, Miyuki, who has always been out of gregariousness, still refused everyone's invitation and ran alone on the training ground.

He emptied his mind, tried not to think about anything, let the moonlight ravage on his skin, and then hid behind the dark clouds that suddenly floated over.The damp evening wind is filled with suffocating heat, which makes people feel as if something is tightly strangling their necks, followed by the unique smell of the night after the rain - rotten soil, mixed with dew The blades of grass, the smell of death and new life forcefully passed through his nostrils and entered his olfactory system.

At this moment, he saw Cheng Gongming sitting on the steps beside the runway.

"I've booked a plane ticket back to Japan tomorrow night." When he passed by Cheng Gong without looking away, the cool breeze still sent the other party's words into his ears.

"Bon Voyage."

Without slowing down his pace, his tone was as cold as if on purpose.However, the person who made the conversation didn't take it seriously, and trotted after him instead, "Shall we go back together?"

Miyuki squinted at Narimiya who was already walking alongside him, and the expression on his face clearly told the other party his answer.

"Didn't you say you miss him very much?" Cheng Gong shrugged his shoulders, showing an inexplicable smile, "Don't pretend to forget what you said—let me remind you, the interview after the game in July. Although the same The rest of the team don't know, but after all, I also have a good partner who can watch~dong~jing~tai~ and tell me first-hand information!"

The street lights that had been flickering on and off at the turn of the runway finally died after Miyuki passed by for the fifth time.He and Cheng Gong were jogging in the shadow of the trees, the moonlight was blocked in the air by the dense branches and leaves, he looked down and couldn't see his own shadow - there was no light, and there was no shadow naturally.

He remained silent - he neither refuted against his heart, nor was he willing to admit it so frankly.Although after that embarrassing interview, he didn't think of such a person again, not once.

"I..." They finally ran into the range of the next street light, and the triangular light circle spread not far from their feet, and they were running towards the focal point where the light converged, "Thinking that one day I will retire in the future... Then I couldn't play baseball anymore. But I don't think baseball will disappear from my life one day - and I think you will too, it will exist in our lives in a different way - probably through Reporting, maybe broadcasting through the game - anyway I know I'm not going to throw it away, it's not going to go on my back."

Standing in the bright light, Cheng Gong suddenly stopped, paused and continued as if talking to himself.

"But when I think about the future in my life, that important person will no longer appear...I feel very, very scared—so scared that I don't even want to make such a hypothesis."

Miyuki still didn't stop, he moved his dry throat, "As long as you can focus on the road in front of you, there is nothing to be afraid of."

After running for a few laps in this kind of weather, it's really hot, and the sweat that's secreted sticks the cotton material to his body - Miyuki is very used to such a subtle "discomfort", and usually this "discomfort" can The adrenaline that aroused his aggressiveness made him bound to take down all the things at hand in one go.However, this kind of "normal" is invalid at this time, he just wants to get out of here as soon as possible, go back to his apartment, and take a refreshing cold shower.

Wash away the uncomfortable sweat, the sticky evening wind, and what Cheng Gongming said carelessly.

"The reason why you are not afraid is because your arrogance and conceit make you firmly believe that the current 'habit' is only temporary-the past is the right track. Miyuki also firmly believes that one day, everything will return to the right track."

Miyuki turned on the bedside lamp.

He just changed the tube of the desk lamp yesterday—the supermarket downstairs didn’t have the energy-saving tubes he used to, so he had to buy a higher wattage incandescent tube. s eyes.

He blinked and looked around slowly.

For some reason he rented a two-bedroom apartment - even though he knew he would never invite anyone on the team to share with him.Although the rent is not a big problem for him, living in such a large apartment alone is a bit wasteful.Besides, sometimes, the room is too big and empty, which is really scary-for example, it is one o'clock in the morning.

Tasteless brown striped wallpaper with white lighting that looked like prison bars; the carpet was gray—a color that didn’t look dusty even if he never vacuumed; The bed, an empty closet, and a simple four-corner table—the easiest-to-assemble one you can buy from IKEA for convenience—with a laptop on it.

He vaguely remembered that he had an apartment of the same size but with a completely different layout in his memory.It’s different, but it’s definitely not a difference in taste—it’s still bad, or it’s even worse; the difference is just in the apartment in memory, and there are many things that don’t exist in the apartment he lives in now, such as stuffed with girl manga There are bookshelves, glass cabinets with various group photos and awards, and even sweeping robots that no one will use in the lottery, and all kinds of contact lens cases that I don’t know where to search.

It had been too long since he remembered that he had lived in such a lively home—rather than a cold "hotel" that was only used for sleeping.He hadn’t thought of it for so long that he wondered if this memory really existed—these warm memories were like menacing viruses, and he had instinctively produced natural antibodies that allowed him to focus on what was in front of him without distractions keep going forward.

——Antibodies are a good thing, but you have to be skeptical about their presence, they must be there for a reason.

"Di".

The notebook made a short beep—it seemed that new mail had come in.

Miyuki also thought that he might not be able to sleep for the time being, so he gave in with a sigh.He crawled out of the bed, stepped on the carpet barefoot, walked to his notebook, and simply checked the mail.

The new email is from Yoichi Kuramochi.

He raised his eyebrows, and still clicked on the email whose content could be guessed just by looking at the title - "It's another year when OB is in progress!".He quickly scanned the content of the email, and it was nothing more than a reminder that this year's party should still be at the old time (Miyuki glanced at the electronic calendar on the computer, it should be the next weekend), and the location is also the old place (hasn't been to OB for five years The former captain didn't know where the so-called old place was), and those who are sure that they can come to participate, please send him an email and so on.

"It's so far away... Anyway, I definitely won't go."

Miyuki spoke affirmatively, as if convincing himself.

The troublesome memory that broke into his mind suddenly just now seemed to have disappeared.He stretched himself, thinking in his mind that after turning off the computer, he would immediately go back to bed and sleep—maybe he would sleep until dawn.

However, he accidentally slid the mouse, and the mail page was pulled to the bottom.

——Kuramochi, this cunning guy, actually attached a series of photos of past OBs to the email with ulterior motives.

Miyuki saw a picture of him and Sawamura almost immediately.

In the years just after graduating from high school—it should be the four years when Sawamura went to university, Sawamura seemed to like the simple and rude way of gathering to talk to each other and relive feelings, so every year in those four years, Miyuki was He was forced to go to these parties that seemed meaningless to him.Later, Sawamura graduated from university, and the two separated. Sawamura never brought up the OB, and Miyuki naturally didn't pay attention to it—he never went there again.

This photo seems to be taken in the third year of Sawamura University - the OB of that year should be the only time that all of their teams were present in the four years.

In the photo, he is holding a few squeezed cans in his arms, and there seems to be soy sauce hanging from the corner of his mouth.Sawamura was about two people away from him, his body leaned back, and he could barely see that he was being pulled by Kuramochi behind him, holding a soda can high in his hand.

——These annoying memory viruses came again, and this time, his antibodies hadn't even had time to start resisting.

Miyukiichi, who speaks too "upright", has always been the most likely target of this kind of party to be retaliated against by drinking alcohol-these former partners were more or less tricked by their captain several times in the past. He spared no effort in persuading Miyuki to drink.But Miyuki's drinking capacity at that meeting was really bad. The first two OBs and two cans of beer made his cheeks blush and he walked unsteadily. In the end, he was carried by Sawamura, who was much shorter than him. go home.

So in the third year, on the way to the izakaya for the party, Sawamura patted his chest and said to him, "Let me, Sawamura Eijun, block the bar for you!"

——Although this guy's own drinking capacity is really not much better.

At the banquet, it was said that the main thing is to reminisce about the old days, and a drink of sake and side dishes is enough. Who knows, a guy shouted, "It's rare to meet, but you have to drink to your heart's content." Immediately, most people responded—presumably most of you here are athletes. , Ben is also in control of alcohol, so it's rare to find such an excuse to want to be indulgent.

Fortunately, it was just beer.

When the beer was poured out, Sawamura, who was sitting across from him, muttering to Minato and Koko, came up to him while everyone was pushing glasses and changing glasses.The warm young body leaned over suddenly, and a hand that was slightly colder than the temperature of the body held his hand under the table, and squeezed it forcefully.

He turned his head and looked at his lover intently.

The other party thought that he didn't understand what he meant, and winked at him desperately——remember, what did I tell you on the road just now?

The man's silly appearance made him tease him.He put on a dazed expression, and brought his face to the other's mouth - I can't remember, why don't you tell me again quietly?

Unexpectedly, a wet kiss landed on his cheek while he was not prepared.

"These two people are simply...can you think about the feelings of single dogs?" Obviously, Kurachi is on the other side of the table, why do you pay attention to their situation?

It’s good that he yelled like this, the same grade, the lower grades, and the higher grades all started to rush forward, counting all the scenes of the two of them showing affection in the past—just as the beer is also served, you should have more How many cups of wine are we worthy of facing the years of our lives, aren't we?

The izakaya in my memory is at the corner of a certain street in Tokyo. Because it is closely adjacent to the overpass, the surrounding traffic is very noisy.When they got together, it was 8 or 9 o'clock, the busiest time of the night. They were noisy in the small cubicle of the izakaya near the street, and the sound seemed to overwhelm the rumble of locomotives and the noise of passers-by outside.

However, he could only hear the voice of one person, who usually yelled loudly, but today was even more so due to alcohol, and shouted with ease, "I, Sawamura Eijun, am not afraid of being so condescending!" A can, uh, a case of wine!" However, the hand holding her under the table was getting tighter and tighter, and the sweat secreted by the two people was about to stick their hands together.

Later, the guy simply shook his hand and stood up, slashed in front of him, poured the wine handed to them upside down, and poured it into his belly. Falling back——after being supported by Kurachi, he pointed his tongue at himself and said, "Miyuki-senpai, if it's a catcher, what did the pitcher throw... Uh, you have to catch everything well!"

—and he caught a dozen soda cans.

Trapped in memory, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

He was slightly lost in thought, feeling secretly in his heart that Sawamura Eijun is actually a guy who always wants to "protect" Miyuki Kazuya, so he always tries to be brave.

"Whether it's Naruto or Kuramochi...these guys are just..." Miyuki held his head, and suddenly let out a long breath of relief. "...Why do you like meddling in your own business so much!"

The disgusted expressions of "I'm too lazy to care about you" and "No one can care about you" flashed in his mind, and his eyes were stained with a faint smile, so he also made up his mind and typed on the keyboard. After writing a line, click Send.

"If something important suddenly doesn't exist." He thought, "Instead of getting used to the life after it doesn't exist, you should, take the initiative to find it!"