[Mizawa] Umbrella Drop Sky

Miyuki Kazuya's eyes fell on the reporter who was almost squeezed out of the crowd, desperately clutching the DSLR on his chest, and tremblingly raising his hands. He nodded slightly, and immediately a staff member handed the microphone to the reporter who could mention the last one. Problem lucky.

The hand of the young reporter holding the simple microphone was still shaking. He felt that his palms were constantly sweating sticky. He was not in a hurry to ask questions, and he fixedly looked at the 30-year-old catcher on the front stage.

His glasses were crooked due to the pushing just now, and they were crumbling on the bridge of his nose, and he couldn't see Miyuki Kazuya's facial features and expressions clearly through the lens with one eye.But it doesn't matter... he thought, watching this good catcher go from NLB to MLB, where his team didn't even make the playoffs in his first year, and now, two years later... ...a bye home run gave the Dodgers their first championship in years.

Thinking of this, he no longer looked at the players' faces, but instead focused on the shadows of the players cast by the fluorescent lamps - the shadows were not like facial features and faces, which would fade.

What he saw was a 19-year-old, energetic and ambitious shadow.

He took a deep breath, and blurted out the speech that he had typed countless times in his heart, "Mr. Miyuki Kazuya, first of all congratulations to you and your team for winning the championship. I have no intention of infringing on your personal life... "

Kazuya Miyuki's retirement press conference has gone on for a whole hour so far.

During the period, the reporters threw out one after another, such as "Do you want to return to Japan to get married after retiring?", "Is the planned career over?", "Is there a regular relationship?" In the eyes of young reporters, how many Issues involving idol privacy.He was deeply disgusted by this, but still insisted on throwing out his question in Japanese, "But please allow me to ask a question as a fan of yours for ten years-you are currently standing at the pinnacle of your career... you should Say, you’re at your best age as a baseball player. As a fan of yours, I’m puzzled why you’d choose to retire at this point in time?”

During the questioning by the rookie reporter, Miyuki Kazuya’s expression did not change at all. He intervened and sat upright with a just right smile on his face. He answered fluently and officially in English, “In my opinion, the challenges of my stage Already done."

His back was straight—at first glance he was already a seasoned and successful man accustomed to such occasions.But only the team agent sitting next to him knew clearly that the guy's foot hidden under the table had been kicking impatiently, as if to remind them that the hour agreed in advance had arrived.

The manager sighed, and adjusted the microphone in front of him to announce the end of the press conference, but he didn't expect that Miyuki, who had been extremely impatient just now, suddenly showed his mischievous behavior like a 16-year-old boy, which made him feel bad. With a smile, he spoke a series of Japanese that most of the reporters present could not understand.

"I will meet a new round of challenges on the road of life."

Two years ago, he made an agreement with his unwilling lover that he would not change his original path because of their relationship.They each put on their armor and went into battle, not pulling each other's hind legs, but not interfering too much, but there were more daily greetings and quarrels and ridicules.They put the most important partner in their hearts, and they still need to draw their swords and swing away the thorns on their respective paths.

"Bringing the weak Dodgers back to the championship was indeed the goal I set when I first came to this dream land three years ago-of course, it was also a challenge and impossible for me at the time. .And now...I'm about to challenge the more difficult...but more important 'impossible'!"

The reporter can't think of anything that makes a professional player feel more important than the impossibility of a game. "Excuse me--can you tell me about your next goal?"

"Sorry, life after retirement belongs to personal privacy."

The young reporter straightened his glasses with doubts on his face, only to see his idol sticking out his tongue. He didn't know who he thought of or remembered something, and his facial expression was soft, reminding him of the first cup of hot latte he took in the morning ——The aroma of milk and hot air creates a sweet atmosphere that makes people wake up from nightmares.

"I can only say." The idol on the stage hooked his lips, "The next challenge...is also related to baseball."

This is... Miyuki Kazuya's first, and last, longest and most tender challenge in his life.

He was flipping through the latest issue of baseball magazine in the living room, and the man fell asleep in the bathtub next to the wall-he couldn't imagine a more saturated warmth and more difficult challenge in the world.

What challenge could be more difficult than spending the rest of your life with the one you first fell in love with?

The plane will land.

As soon as the huge object touched the concrete floor that was slightly warmed by the early winter sun, there was a loud noise, and the dust swirled up from the back of the fuselage, refusing to dissipate in mid-air.

Miyuki held the phone tightly in his hand, and only waited for the plane taxi to end before turning it on to give his lover a surprise.

This short few minutes seemed extraordinarily long in the anxious waiting, Miyuki moved his body slightly, and the Mimori hanging on the mobile phone swayed back and forth a few times——He lowered his head and glanced at the phone in the envelope. The blue lucky guardian who came to him across the ocean from here, a face that he had missed for a long time and whose eyes widened without saying a few words, was like this guardian, swaying back and forth in his heart He scratched his heart and lungs.

At the beginning of this year's season, Sawamura complained to him on the phone about his experience of taking the little ghosts to Kyoto for a school trip: Kiyomizu Temple is bustling with tourists, and they rub shoulders with people wherever they go; Mr. A is doing it with a group of troublemakers. During the school trip homework (it seems to be some kind of questionnaire survey), a female tourist was scared to tears, and he, the teacher who led the team, had to apologize to others; A little girl who searched for a long time all night before finding it at the foot of the mountain...

He listened with a smile, not impatient with these trivial matters that had nothing to do with him.Even though he experienced overloaded training during the day, after the game at night, he still insisted on listening to the loud voice talking about the life he didn't participate in.

He will not let the two miss again because of "accidental" neglect.

At the same time, the person at the top of his heart also learned to ask about his mood frankly, and would no longer blindly suspect and then draw conclusions.

So he was not surprised to hear that person coyly tell him that he had asked for a guard for him in Qingshui Temple, and also promised that his team would win the championship this year.

But with a sore nose, he was useless and unwilling to admit his emotion in front of his lover. Instead, he subconsciously teased him, "Isn't Qingshui Temple the best way to seek marriage? Why don't you ask for a marriage lottery for us?"

Sawamura probably guessed that he would be so moved that he would be so tender to him, but he accepted such teasing, hung up the phone angrily, and never mentioned it again the next day.However, Miyuki received an airmail from Japan two weeks later. The recipient's address was written crookedly in English, and when he opened the envelope, a small cyan Lucky Mamoru fell out.

There is also a long strip of paper that is so thin that it could be torn in half by the wind at any time.The original creases have become smooth after being touched many times, and the two red words "Love" on the strip of paper made his eyes a little sweet and sour.The bright white light from the floor lamp fell on the paper and converged at one point—the "Daji" on the top of the table seemed to be wearing colorful clothes, and his heart was beating gongs and drums at this moment, and he was full of festiveness. He who never believed in gods unexpectedly Just like such a fool, all exhaustion and joy are lost for this meaning.

The sudden accident made them almost miss it, but fortunately, the turn of events turned around, and the two were honest and watered the buried emotional seeds together.No matter the weather is sunny or rainy, ask the other party for reminders-two people share an umbrella, and both parties remember it, so no matter what the weather is, their umbrella will not fall off.

After the phone was dialed, it rang and was picked up.

"Senior Miyuki! Guess where I am now?"

He got off the plane in a good mood, and his lover was talking happily on the other end of the phone. Every word was a note, and when they were combined together, it became Miyuki Kazuya's exclusive cheering song.

"Forget it, I'm also a fool, to let Miyuki-senpai who doesn't know what a secret is, play a guessing game."

Miyuki grinned silently.

Why does he feel that the guy who is not emotional is the guy who is familiar with shojo manga?Miyuki couldn't help laughing even more while recalling.On Sawamura's birthday last year, he deliberately staggered the competition and took three days off to fly back to Japan. He hugged his lover from behind in a good atmosphere western restaurant, blindfolded the other party's eyes, and followed the routine to let the other party guess what gift he gave him.However, Sawamura, who didn't follow the routine, smiled stupidly for ten seconds. He was blindfolded, but his left hand nimbly wrapped around his back and stretched out into his suit pocket, "The ring that Miyuki-senpai bought has been in his pocket all the time." "Ding Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang", I heard it all! Don't underestimate the pitcher's observation ability to deal with the batter and pay attention to the enemy on the base!"

The last "observant" guy who found himself injured in the high school game once again spared no effort to destroy the pink bubble atmosphere he was trying to create, "I'm in Tokyo!"

"Really? Even if you're in Tokyo...if I'm not here...it's fine if you go to Tokyo or something? It's not too far from Nagano to Tokyo?"

Miyuki suppressed a smile, thinking that the Shinkansen ticket to Nagano that he had bought online in a hurry the day before could be refunded.

"Hey! No!" The voice of the other party suddenly increased by three decibels——the problem of yelling in a hurry has been going on for many years. "Miyuki Kazuya, your understanding is as superficial as ever! Let me tell you, I will stay in Tokyo forever!"

"I finally got those mischievous ghosts to graduate! So I accepted the invitation from my alma mater—to teach in high school... um, by the way..."

"By the way take the high school baseball team or something?"

"Eh...how did you know, Miyuki Kazuya?"

There was a summer festival one year, and he and Sawamura squatted at the goldfish fishing booth. Sawamura held a paper net in his left hand, and his eyes were fixed on the goldfish swimming back and forth with its tail wagging nimbly.In some respects, the eyes of the guy who was too frank were too focused and fierce, and the sharp little things in the water immediately accelerated to swim to the other side as soon as his eyes swept over. "Clatter!" The splashes of water swallowed up the unwilling cursing. Sawamura held the paper net that was broken and looked at him with an aggrieved face, "Kazuya Miyuki! Do they know?" My net is going to go in?"

A nostalgic smile appeared in Miyuki's eyes, and his tone became like that of the young Miyuki Kazuya many years ago, "Because Seidou's former savior returned to his alma mater to save a group of idiots who haven't been in Koshien for a few years! Hahaha !"

"I haven't signed the contract yet. Sure enough, I should buy a return ticket and go back to Nagano immediately."

The two made an appointment to meet at the JR station, and they both found each other at first sight among the crowds in the evening rush hour.

Miyuki smiled and walked to the stairs and stopped, spreading her hands.

The man who clumsily squeezed the beige scarf on the back of his neck in the same way as he did, his eyes narrowed like two crescent moons when he smiled, ran towards him with outstretched hands, ignoring the eyes of the people around him .The reckless guy rushed in front of the person and didn't brake quickly, so Yu Xing hugged the person in his arms and took two steps back.

The man still bit his shoulders with his cute little tiger teeth, and then buried his head in his arms, but raised his right hand to the sky, waving at him as if threatening to hit him.

Miyuki easily grabbed the opponent's dishonest hand, "This weather... wears so many clothes. I don't feel any pain from your biting method?"

So this time the other party simply moved towards his soft and warm lips, and Miyuki's lower lip was branded with two shallow tooth marks.Therefore, he took the opportunity to drive his tongue straight into the opponent's mouth, gently brushed the teeth that left a mark on his lips just now, and finally wrapped the tongue of the opponent's hiding place.

The setting sun glowed in multiple layers in the sky not far from the ground, light yellow, orange, rouge, and deep red, and the blue of the sky was also changing from light to deep.The sky behind them is like an overturned palette, the colors are blurred, mixing colors that are neither too strong nor too light.

They are lingering like no one else, shrouded in this just right color.The lights of Wanjia lights up one by one, and the off-duty office workers around them walk by quickly, the train on the track is leaving, the next train is coming, the music for the station announcement is playing, and the sound of the radio is repeating mechanically—they are in this extremely noisy place. The world, met, separated...

"Well...it's over!" Panting, Sawamura pushed him away, but he didn't let go of the hands they held tightly.He is holding the other's left hand with his right hand, while his left hand is carrying the suitcase. "We will go to see the house in a while... and go to the supermarket to buy necessities. Today we will make a little of it. Do we have to buy some necessities tomorrow..."

The other party pretended to list that they were about to be entangled in all kinds of trivial matters, such as house inspections, moving, cleaning... and there will be more things in the future, such as going to school to report, maybe buying a car, and going for a drive together on weekends , Ah, before that, do you need to merge the properties of the two and plan their future life...

He smiled and listened to the other party's plan, "I'm so anxious to start planning our cohabitation life."

He and he walked down the stairs hand in hand, the din behind them had nothing to do with them, what had to do with them was holding each other tightly in their own hands, and the heartbeat of the other party.

"I know you can't wait to show me your love."

This teasing is not enough to make Sawamura blush, "Can you be serious, Miyuki Kazuya? I am discussing things with you seriously!"

Then he has to work harder, "I'm also telling you that I love you seriously."

Sawamura was inexplicably distracted by him, "Didn't you just say shamelessly that I love you?"

"Yeah, I'm saying I love you."

The afterglow of the sun dissipated completely, and the night rose. When they walked out of the JR station, they were surrounded by layers of human fireworks. They heard the noise of cars passing by with high-pitched horns, a man and a woman arguing next to the traffic lights, and a man on the other side of the road who just got off work provoked the cloth. The wind chimes at the door of the curtain izakaya jingle...

In this turbulent world, after all——

Hand in hand again.