[Misawa] Dear Mr. Fox

When I open my eyes in the morning, the sound of terns echoes on the blurred edge of the dream, and Eijun Sawamura will not remember where he is for a while.Is it the small bedroom in Nagano, or the senior snoring from the upper bunk of Qingxinliao, or the seagulls screaming non-stop on the roof opposite in Yokohama.Finally, he finally realized that this is the middle of the continent on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.Of course it didn't happen in a dream.

This year, Japanese pitcher Eijun Sawamura was 26 years old and entered the National Baseball League through the registration system, miraculously.

The god of baseball treats him well, but keeps picking on him, forcing him to work harder than ordinary people.As for Jiang Gu, this one is obviously God's darling, no matter how hard he works and how brave he is, he still doesn't lose to him.But the one with the most personality is Xiaochun, who abandoned the baseball god with pride as soon as he graduated from college.Before graduating from high school, Jiang Gu was picked by a certain professional baseball team with a good pick, which was expected by everyone.And he was able to slip in without knowing it, which even surprised Sawamura himself.

What a fool to hesitate!

It's much harder to get into the University of East than professional baseball, really.

Xiao Minu, save the idiot.

Jiang Gu has decided to play professional baseball, why don't you compete with him?

Besides, when you go to college, you will only fail your subjects.

Xiaochun didn't say anything.The text message from Kuramochi-senpai didn't say anything.Wakana also let him decide for himself.After class, I came to the training ground as usual and prepared to run and think, but suddenly received a call.The setting sun was setting at one end of the practice field, while the stars at the other end slowly rose in the dark blue night, lightly covering the orange sky.Like a lake at high tide, it extinguishes the burning clouds and turns into pale fireflies.

Master purposely sent a message from the United States, and he was literally moved to tears.When it comes to turning the entire sky into dark blue, I finally made up my mind.In the end, the master said, Miyuki told me.He is very happy.

Who cares.

The crumpled business card lay on the edge of the windowsill.Too bad it has to be returned to the original owner.

No, it's a dead call anyway.There is no point in returning it to Master.

All morning, I felt that my eyelids were heavy and swollen, as if they had been filled with mercury.

And last night I slept badly.Dialing the number in a daze, my mind went blank and I didn't know what to say, and I didn't even know why I wanted to dial the string of numbers written under that name.Miyuki Kazuya, financial analyst, company name, phone number, fax.The black characters printed on the plain cardboard are embedded in the eyes.Obviously I haven't contacted him for so long, and I haven't thought of contacting him for so many years.But, why didn't I think of looking for Miyuki?Then why, now I suddenly want to find him so much.

It's fine to hang up after dialing, but the problem is that I can't even dial.The female voice on the other end of the phone spoke English, and he didn't understand it until he repeated it three times. The number you dialed is empty. Please check whether the number you dialed is correct.

Checked, and every word is correct.

Might have changed the number.Phone dropped in water, or stolen.

It may also be that he changed jobs and was poached by a headhunting company.

Maybe... no, not possible.

"I kind of regret giving you my business card. No, I should have urged you to call right away."

Chris said so when he saw him today, and took the business card that he had crumpled badly.The bullpen is not a place for conversation. There are still games this week, and there is also an arrangement for Sawamura to play as a relay.The master asked him to warm up first, and the yellow-haired coach watched him.When it was time for lunch, he found Chris.What's wrong?Chris's voice was completely different from the instructions on the training ground, and the Japanese and English were completely different, low and gentle.

"Master mentioned Yuxing yesterday. It's been a long time since I hadn't contacted her, but I remembered something."

Why bring this up again?He himself felt baffled.

"Tell me, Sawamura. I want to know. Tell me everything."

Eighteen hours ago the master mentioned Miyuki's name.My mind went blank.Until the number that couldn't get through was dialed, another phrase gradually emerged in the blank.The momentary reaction in the mind, the defense mechanism or whatever, does not mean that the memory of these years is also empty.I heard some things about him more or less during the class reunion, and I heard a little bit from everyone, and slowly pieced it together.After graduating, Miyuki did not enter professional baseball but entered college, but left baseball completely after three years.The reason is only heard that he was involved in a violent incident on the field, but others are fine.Not because of injury.Everyone found it unimaginable, and no one had ever seen Miyuki angry, but Sawamura knew it a little more than them.After offending Miyuki for the first time, he was thrown hard by that person against the wall, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to breathe.The second time the ball hit with unexpected speed and strength, the palm of the hand hurt even through the glove.It's like burning.It's just that I still can't imagine what would make Miyuki lose his composure.If not, the calm person will definitely be able to control the situation of the audience.I wanted to continue asking, but I didn't know who changed the subject.In the end, I only heard someone lament that the genius that the college league could not tolerate finally left the baseball world.It's a pity.

Miyuki isn't here but baseball has to go on.