[Mizawa] Umbrella Drop Sky

the sky is very blue.

Sawamura Eijun took a deep breath when he walked out of LAX's TBIT and looked up. What suddenly jumped into his eyes was a sky without a trace of clouds, which was so clear blue that he could touch it with his hand.

This can't help but remind him of the blue sky that he saw when he stood on the mound of his dream, chasing after the out-of-bounds baseball -- it was also cloudless, so blue that it made people's hearts sway.Perhaps it is precisely because the blue is not mixed with any impurities that it can reflect the teenagers' meticulous wholeheartedness and sweaty no regrets. What baseball has brought him is not only all the glory of youth, but also the unforgettable first love. ,as well as--

If he focuses on one particular thing, he is bound to miss other important things.His brain is not bright, what needs to be done at this time is to clear his head instead, not to do futile thoughts and self-comfort.Focus on the road he is walking, what he wants and how to do it will naturally appear in front of him.

For a month after returning from Yokohama, he had nothing to think about—finally hastily booked a flight from Tokyo to Los Angeles two weeks before the fall break.

Twelve hours in the air, from one side of the Pacific Ocean to the other: the plane took off at night, ascended to the stratosphere, and the cabin lights were turned off.Even the noisy child was tired from crying and crying, and fell asleep under the gentle pat of his mother, breathing evenly, but he was leaning straight on the back of the seat with the plush blanket on his lap, counting the men with beer bellies on the right Noisy snoring, unable to fall asleep.

He stared at the cabin in the darkness with wide eyes. The stewardesses in uniform walked back and forth in the narrow aisles, saying "sorry", and from time to time apologized to the passengers who were accidentally hit-in English, or In Japanese.

At this moment, he suddenly thought, what did Miyuki, who also spent these twelve hours alone a year ago, do and think on the plane?Are you also looking around tirelessly, troubled by "how to go out to meet the physiological needs without hindering others" for sitting in the middle seat...even facing the screen behind the front row of chairs, choose a He chose the same old-fashioned movie, wandering in the sky with the classic background sound of male and female entanglement in the last century?

Wasn't there... a distressed little friend on his flight too?

The little girl who was finally coaxed to sleep and sitting by the window woke up again, and started crying again, and the mother sitting next to her looked around nervously—as if she was worried about this thunder-like distress After disturbing others, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he whispered to comfort his crying daughter who was out of breath, and took out a weird doll that looked like a unicorn from the bag and handed it to her.Unexpectedly, the little girl didn't appreciate it. She wiped her tears with one hand and continued to cry, while the other hand "slapped" the doll to the ground.

The mother picked it up and handed it back to her—the little girl repeated and threw the doll away.

It has been repeated many times.

When even Sawamura felt a little impatient with the interaction between the mother and daughter, the impatient mother finally let out an annoyed growl—since the other party lowered her voice, Sawamura, who was separated by an aisle, could not hear the other party clearly What.I saw the mother helping her daughter put on the much larger earphone sets, and operating the screen in front of the little girl.

This time the little girl was finally quiet.

Sawamura then turned back to look at the screen in front of him. In the movie, the female lead who had misunderstood the male lead was sitting in the room with her knees hugged and crying alone. The curiosity that flashed in my mind was thrown aside - what did the mother say to her daughter?

Sawamura dragged his suitcase to the bus pick-up station, passing all kinds of yellow, black, and white people hurrying.One after another motor vehicles on the peripheral roads turned quickly, or some vehicles stopped, and the driver rolled down the window and spittled and said a lot of languages ​​that he could not understand.Every time he passed a road sign, he stopped, bowed his head and awkwardly compared the text on it with the records on his mobile phone, and almost ran into a head-on Asian boy dragging two 30-inch boxes.In the midst of the chaos, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, he thought, he is just a passerby, and he will return to the Japan he is familiar with in a week.

However, deep down in his heart, there was still a sense of regret—that Miyuki Kazu, who was going forward bravely, had also come to such an environment that made people want to escape.

He found the shuttle bus of the hotel he had booked, helped two short girls to load their two big suitcases onto the luggage rack, and found a seat by the window to sit down.

This is the first bus.

It is now exactly six o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles, and the sun is already high in the middle of the sky.The bus travels on a wide, flat highway that can accommodate four mid-size cars abreast.It was still early in the day, and the road was so empty that no other vehicles could be seen. Looking out the window, Sawamura could only see the rolling hills around him, and the straight avenue stretched infinitely, as if he could reach the sky along it.

A girl he was helping just now came over and said something to him, but his English was really bad, so he had to rub the back of his head thinking he was smiling sincerely, and he could try to express his apology that he didn't understand what the other party was talking about.

Unexpectedly, the other party's eyes lit up when he saw a few words in Japanese on his sleeve, and tried Japanese to inquire whether he was a Japanese. Sawamura chattered all the way.

The three talked loudly, and before they knew it, the scenery outside the window changed from the unchanging mountains and green forests to rows of low houses.The bus got off the expressway from C20, and the city finally lifted its veil slowly.The road in front of him suddenly became a little narrow and congested. Although no one was walking on the road, there were more and more vehicles passing by. Looking forward, we could vaguely see the tall buildings in the city center.

The bus stopped at the entrance of the destination hotel.

In the lobby, Rizawa Village waved goodbye to two fellow travelers who came to the United States.He was wearing a baseball cap that he had never left for a long time when he was a teenager, and his water-sheared eyes actually bent a little slyly.The man's gentle edges and corners were as sharp as a boy's in an instant, and somehow coincided with someone's smile, which made one of the girls stunned for a while, poked his companion and asked, "Huh? I just felt that... ...Look at him when he smiles, doesn't he look like that...Miyuki Kazuya!"

Sawamura wrinkled his nose, and the smile froze on his face.

"Where does it look like? Miyuki wears glasses, right? The height is wrong too. Doesn't she look alike no matter what?"

"It's not like in this sense! It's likeness, likeness! I've been Miyuki's true fan since he was in the Yomiuri Giants! I can't read it wrong!"

"Didn't he go to Koshien in high school? You haven't seen his games at that time, what kind of fan are you?"

"I really haven't seen his early game... But I seem to have heard of his last game in Hagar... So far, he is talked about by fans, and he cooperates seamlessly with the legendary pitcher of the same team-like It's like a hot-blooded comic!"

Sawamura, who is nearly 30 years old, will not be the same as when he was a boy. Da Lala jumped out and pointed at himself and told him that he was the legendary partner. A helpless wry smile.

He waved to the girls who were discussing enthusiastically, and turned and left the place regardless of whether they saw it or not.

Empty his head, what he wants will come out by himself - this is a bit high-spirited and beautiful, but Sawamura has carried it out from high school to the present, solving one problem after another and moving towards the dreamed future step by step... …The arrogance when he didn’t know anything, the pitching phobia as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and the bullpen who regretted being inferior to others—these beautiful words have always been easy to use, but it seems that there is no way to solve his current predicament.

He followed his heart and made a hasty decision to come here, but he seemed to put himself in a predicament—see, his persistence for the past three years has become a joke; no, then the meaning of his coming here is secretly Take one look and nothing changes?

To be honest, he still doesn’t feel that his arbitrary choice and concealment are wrong—especially when he sees that person squatting on the home plate through the TV screen, and the crisp sound of the ball entering the glove travels through space and time in his eardrums Shocked everywhere, his heart was filled with joy and emotion, and his heartfelt joy for Miyuki Kazuya's progress all the way even surpassed the sadness that the person on the mound was not him.

The little luck and regret were secretly hidden in the softest part of his heart. The hard shell that grew over the years wrapped up the soft place, making him feel as if he had never regretted letting go, and never prayed to the gods for luck.

However, the bystanders are keenly aware. Even an unintentional comment is like a sharp knife, piercing through the hard shell and directly hitting the emotions hidden in his heart.

——The lovers who have been in love for many years are always somewhat alike, right?

As soon as Sawamura entered the room door, he threw away his luggage and lay down on the big bed in the middle of the room in a large font.He then thought about the evaluation of the strange girl in the lobby of the hotel just now, and suddenly felt a little funny.

——But in fact, the two of them spent only two years together day and night.Two years is not enough time for two people with completely different personalities to have a similarity to the degree of "smiling alike".

He buried his head in the soft duvet, and shook his head like a rattle alone in a foreign hotel room where no one saw, but suddenly thought of something, and stopped as if a switch had been pulled.Maybe it's because the weather in California is still annoyingly hot even in autumn. In the room without air conditioning, two blushes quietly climbed from the base of the man's ears to his cheeks.

He smiled and thought to himself, if he had to say something similar, there seemed to be many similarities.

——For example, both of them are extremely stubborn and do not like to compromise, especially unwilling to compromise with their lovers.As long as something is decided, ten carriages can't even try to pull them back.

Thinking of this, his heart that was in a mess was suddenly smoothed out.So his body also relaxed, and he easily kicked off the running shoes with loose laces, moved his feet onto the bed, covered his face with the quilt, and rolled ninety degrees to the side lying position.The duvet wrapped his body, and he wrapped himself up like a silkworm baby.

Sawamura felt that it seemed to be getting hotter.

Human beings are always more harsh on the people they care about, trying to impose their own ideas on their lovers.

Silkworm Baby Sawamura felt that clusters of flames were igniting ragingly on his body, and in a short while it spread across his body like a prairie fire, completely burning away the pretense he thought he didn't care about.He suddenly wanted to see Miyuki very much, and told this person all his stubborn and childish thoughts.

His captain never broke his trust after the two first confide in each other.And in this relationship, I was so timid that I didn't even want to try to listen to the other person's thoughts.

Obviously, when he was a boy, he stood on the mound and believed in his catcher so firmly.

Although newcomers should go out for a walk instead of spending time in hotels with general conditions all over the world, Sawamura is really scared by the hot sun just looking at it outside, thinking that today's compulsory itinerary is only at night How should the game itself arrange the day's schedule-the Dodgers failed to make the playoffs this year, but there is a small public exhibition game tonight.Because it is not a regular MLB game, Sawamura did not take much effort to get tickets for this informal exhibition game facing fans.Although he was anxious to see Miyuki and express his heart, he also knew that he would be as clueless as a headless chicken when he went out in the afternoon, and he would rather go directly to the stadium after sunset to find a chance to meet again.

He stood by the large floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out of the room. The towering coconut trees that he had seen countless times on the TV screen were very close to him, and the dark green lanceolate leaves fell sideways towards the direction of the window of his room. When you blow it, you can vibrate vigorously, and there is actually a sense of shade and protection. The scorching western sun is sifted by the branches and leaves, and it seems to become a little cool and thin.

He heard Miyuki Kazuya singing his own support song lamely.

This made him a little dazed, as if he had returned to that summer, when he pounced on Miyuki who was still a boy and attacked him, scratching his itchy flesh with his hands, thus threatening to never speak golden voice in KTV Miyuki sang "Aiming and Strike" - and the recording button in his trouser pocket had already been pressed, and those few lines of cheering songs mixed with the laughter of the two of them have since become the one that has not been replaced even if the mobile phone has been changed in ten years Ringtones.

——It was his phone that rang.

Sawamura found the excited mobile phone in the cross-body bag thrown on the floor. Seeing the name "Yoichi Kuramochi" flashing on the lit screen, he was a little puzzled—his trip on a whim was not related to No one mentions it, so there is no need to report to anyone that he has arrived safely.So he really couldn't think of what would be possible if Yoichi Kuramochi called him at this time.

Even though his math class has always been fuzzy, and his arithmetic level stays at the elementary school level, it is true that he can't figure out what time it is in Japan for a while, but——he glanced at the time when he swiped across the phone screen, and it was morning local time in Los Angeles 8:[-] o'clock—it must be after midnight in Japan, right?

"Hey?"

He hesitated to answer the phone and tentatively greeted him, but no one answered the phone.

He was even more puzzled. Could it be that he turned over while sleeping and accidentally touched the dial button?

"This is Sawamura Eijun. Kuramochi-senpai? Is there something urgent for me at this late hour?"

He listened intently, but this time he heard some noises—a barely audible, somewhat weird and rapid breathing.

Although no one spoke on the other end of the phone, Sawamura seemed to hear his own heartbeat echoing with the same frequency on the other end of the phone, beating together up and down together.

He suddenly blissed out of nowhere—

"Miyuki, senpai?...Huh?"

He held his heart that had already jumped out of his chest, but found that his phone suddenly went silent. He hurriedly took the phone to his eyes and looked at it, and the screen simply went dark—it turned out that the phone had gone through a long flight mode The electricity is automatically turned off.He thumped the window sill angrily, and after a moment of distraction, he hurried to find the charger and plugged the phone in for charging.

However, the mobile phone, which usually can be turned on again quickly, this time kept the power-drained icon for a long time.

Sawamura stared at the screen, counting silently - counting to 10, counting to 20... He didn't know how many seconds he had counted in his agitation, maybe it had been a minute, and the screen finally turned on completely again.

He frantically called up the recent call log and called back with trembling hands—but he was answered with a busy signal that no one answered.

What did the mother on the plane say to her daughter?

Sawamura listened blankly to the busy tone on the phone, and suddenly remembered the mother and daughter on the plane.

It's nothing more than -- instead of guessing her daughter's mind randomly, it's better to directly ask the other party what she wants, and finally satisfy the other party's wish!