[Misawa] Dear Mr. Fox

Flight at eight o'clock in the morning.It will be too late if we don't start.I thought there would be a heavy rain this morning; and the glass buildings looked out through the gaps in the curtains are soaking in the peaceful morning sun, like a golden forest shrouded in mist.When Miyuki closed the suitcase, Sawamura turned over, smacked his lips, murmured something in a low voice, and sank into unfinished dreams again. The Kingsize bed is wide enough to turn over several times without falling off; the quilt is tightly wrapped like a chrysalis, so there is no need to worry about him being frozen.What else?

Miyuki sat by the bed for a while, picked up the messy clothes on the floor, folded them, and put them on the chair beside the bed.Boil another pot of water and adjust to keep warm.Everything was restored so well, as if everything that had happened since meeting Sawamura ten hours ago had also disappeared with the end of the night and turned into a dream.

At least, it's better than a sad, clumsy, promiseless goodbye.

When the stock market is closed on Saturday afternoon in Tokyo time, or more in the dead of night when people want to escape from the thrilling line chart for a little while, Miyuki gets up and goes to the pantry to make a cup of coffee and choose his favorite mandheling coffee beans.The bitter taste is strong, without a trace of sweet and sour, like the smell of tobacco, it can smoke away the drowsiness in the mind.Returning to the small glass compartment with coffee, he flipped through the latest baseball magazine in the drawer, or opened the web pages in the favorites.The recent overall game situation, the names that they are concerned about, and the performance of their teams; they always frown when they see the lace news, although it can be talked about as entertainment.A whole set of rituals, how many times the job has been changed, has been preserved intact, and finally everyone in the entire office knows about it.However, gradually, fewer and fewer people know that Miyuki was once the leader of the Koshien team and a high-profile player.And he himself has never shy away from this topic, even using it as a talking point at cocktail parties.Several business deals that hadn't improved have been negotiated in this way, and a good personal relationship has been established with the client. We went to watch the game together, and chatted about the topics of our favorite teams and players.If he was asked why he left the baseball field, he said it lightly: he provoked some people who shouldn't be provoked. the wider world.

A blessing in disguise, no?

Kuramochi may not be the only one who disagrees.In the first two years of employment, we can still meet occasionally, just for such a short time, it will always take some time to bring up old things.The so-called past refers to the few contacts between the professional baseball and financial circles, like the catcher's glove lying in the corner of the cupboard, which has been moved many times without being willing to throw it away.

"I used to think that even if we all stopped playing baseball, you would stay on the field. The main reason is that you, a scheming, deep, dark, cunning, and handsome guy, can do anything other than catcher."

"Haha, Brother Cangchi is flattering me too much. There are more darker professions than catcher."

"By the way, how long will you play hide-and-seek with Sawamura? Last time that silly boy asked you again."

"Who has the time to play hide-and-seek with him, it's just that the weather is not good, and unfortunately the gatherings coincide with my busiest time."

"Yes, you work 48 hours a day, six hundred days a year."

He told Cang Chi not to give his contact information to that kid, because if he was caught, he would be questioned.Yeah yeah yeah, let him not be distracted and focus on baseball for 30 years, right?Kuramochi gave him a blank look, saying that even if he left the field, he was still worrying about the pitchers.

Once you get used to this kind of thing, once you develop it, it's like being entangled by the earth-bound spirit.And you're half-hearted too, Sawamura's eldest brother.He laughed at Kuramochi for always nagging him about Sawamura whenever they met.

I'm afraid you will regret it.After holding back for a long time, Kuramo said this.

Moreover, Sawamura is a bit stupid, but he is not a fool.

He replied with a smile, because he is not a fool, so he can't tell him.

Me, I thought it would be nice just to see that kid keep shining on the mound.

Sawamura Eijun is an incredible name.As soon as I heard this syllable, it was as if some switch was triggered, and that guy's big and bright smile appeared in front of my eyes.On TV, in magazine interviews, and in Internet gossip, Sawamura has a variety of expressions (for example, it is fun to cry after losing a game), but only the smile has a certain iconicity.That was also the look on Sawamura's face most often in memories, but it wasn't the last time they met.On the day of high school graduation, the cherry blossoms were not beautiful, at least not as beautiful as the sunset glow over the training ground in the evening.Sawamura pulled him and said to catch a few more balls, ten balls, ten more balls, and for the first time he indulged this kid in unlimited renewals.In the end, he really didn't have the strength to continue to shoot. Panting, Sawamura still insisted on playing tricks and said, let's do some more throws and catches.

okay.Let's call it a day.Have you figured out how to say goodbye?

He said, standing there waiting for a while.The junior on the opposite side lowered his head and wiped his face with his arms, which turned into a big painted face.

Over the past two years a lot of advice!It is really a great blessing for me to be able to form a cast and arrest with seniors!

Only at this time can I be polite to my seniors.

The same goes for Miyuki-senpai, only at this time does he look like a senior.

Well don't cry, as long as we are still in this match, there is always a chance to meet, my partner.

Clumsy, stiff bows, trembling, loud, weeping tones. 18.44 meters.From this distance, you can see Sawamura standing on the mound, the smile on his lips, the light flashing in his eyes, the tears and sweat on his cheeks that are reflected in the light red by the night sky, and his movements when he pitches. Small quirks and leaning angles.So that day, after all, he didn't take another step forward.

This is their closest distance.

Pitcher and catcher, senior and junior.Other than that, he has yet to find other words to define the relationship between them. At least, there will not be any words that can surpass "the best shooting partner".Therefore, he never assumed that if he hadn't taken off the catcher mask and left the diamond field, would everything be different, would there be a one in ten thousand chance for them to stand in front of each other again , allowing him to see the little pitcher on the opposite side with his arms raised high, the flame of fighting spirit burning in those pupils into a unique golden color in this world.The scene of never going back did not even appear in the dream.

In any case, they were already in different worlds.