[Misawa] Dear Mr. Fox

Winter training has come to an end.On Thanksgiving Day, there was a light snowfall, swirling in the wind, and it was cold and painful when it hit people's faces.Sawamura was peeling potatoes in the warm kitchen, the wind whispered outside the double window panes, and the voices of his wife and little Chris could be heard outside the door.Compared with the dim sky at four o'clock in the afternoon, both sides are so bright that they are unrealistically blurred as the warm yellow light dangles on the glass.

Concentrate on helping Master prepare the Thanksgiving dinner, why are you in a daze!Sawamura blamed himself, shook his head, and accidentally threw potato skins in the face of Chris, who came in to see the state of the turkey in the oven.Master certainly won't let him apologize for this mess.Today is a day to express gratitude to those around us.

"Sawamura. Thank you."

The half-peeled potato slipped from Sawamura's hand and rolled to a corner of the kitchen.

"Master, why is Master so out of touch all of a sudden? I can't bear it..."

"Isn't today Thanksgiving? I should have said these words a long time ago. At that time, even when I didn't believe that I could return to the game, it was you who told me that I couldn't give up easily. You believed in myself more than myself. People are you. This one-time partnership in high school is both a regret and an opportunity for me. But, you see, human connections can be recreated. Just like us. Sawamura, thank you and me meet."

"Where, I'm the one. I'm the one. As long as we can form a shooting group with Master..." Sawamura's cheeks had the familiar little blush.He couldn't hide the satisfaction in his heart.

"I also have to thank the person who made me come to Qingdao." Chris helped him pick up the fallen potatoes, and continued, "There is another person who brought Sawamura to Qingdao, and it was also Ze people from the village who came here.”

The work in hand stopped again.

"A few days ago, a director of the ball team told me that he met a certain Japanese business partner at a reception last year, and the conversation between the two fans who were also fans was particularly speculative. That Japanese friend was also from a famous baseball high school, and it was me. He also recommended a pitcher to him, saying that it would be very interesting to partner with me. He was very interested in what the Japanese said, so he did it, and the result was exactly like that What he said. He is very much looking forward to our competition next year. If you can meet that person, please express my gratitude to him, okay? If this diamond field is the one that connects you and me, then it must be the diamond field that connects you. Let’s cast something even more far-reaching.”

"Master, I..."

"Anyway, let's have a Thanksgiving dinner first. I want to bake an apple pie, can you help me prepare it first?"

After the meal, Sawamura was planning to pack up the dishes and go to the kitchen, but was entangled by little Chris, hugging his calf and refusing to let go.Master smiled wryly and shrugged. There is no way, Sawamura, can you accompany him?The little guy Sawamura led himself to the living room and sat down on the carpet.There are all kinds of storybooks spread out in front of him. He really deserves to be a child of Senior Chris's family, and he must be a cultural person in the future.The little guy rummaged through the pile of books, and with his fleshy little hands, he took out a book and handed it to him.

"The story I didn't finish reading last time!"

Sawamura blinked and took the book.

"Ah, yes." It is the story of the little prince.The story of the little prince and the fox who was afraid of being tamed.Little Chris sat across from him, watching him expectantly as he slowly turned to the page he left off last time, slowly cleared his throat, slowly opened his mouth, and made a sound.

……

However, the fox brought the topic back again:

"My life is very monotonous. I catch chickens, and people catch me. All chickens are alike, and all people are alike. So I get a little bored. But if you tame me, my life will be It will be full of sunshine. I will recognize a footstep that is different from others. Other footsteps will make me hide in the ground, and your footsteps will bring me out of the hole like music. And you Look! Do you see the wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread, and wheat means nothing to me. I don't care about wheat fields, and it's a disappointment. But you have golden hair. Well, once you Tame me, and it would be wonderful. The golden wheat would remind me of you. And, I'd even like the sound of the wind blowing the wheat..."

The fox was silent and looked at the little prince for a long time.

"Please tame me!" he said.

……

In this way, the little prince tamed the fox.When the time of departure was almost at hand: "Ah!" said the fox, "I shall weep."

"It's your fault," said the little prince, "I didn't mean to give you any pain, but you asked me to tame you..."

"Exactly," said the fox.

"You are going to cry!" said the little prince.

"Of course," said the fox.

"Then you get nothing."

"Because of the color of the wheat, I still get the benefit," said the Fox.

Sawamura felt he had to pause for a moment.His voice is not pleasant now, and a surge of moisture rushes into his nasal cavity, causing some kind of root system to grow wildly in his left chest, where there has been a dull pain.Little Chris tilted his head and looked at him suspiciously, then got up, trotted to the coffee table to take a few napkins, and ran back to hand them to him.Sawamura subconsciously reached out and wiped his face, which was full of tears.

"Thank you."

"Do you feel sad too? Like Mr. Fox."

"No. I'm angry."

"Who are you mad at?"

"I am angry with the fox. I am also angry with the little prince."

"why?"

"The fox is a liar. He knows that the color of the wheat will do him no good, because he will never hear the footsteps again. And the little prince has paid nothing for what he has tamed. He has not taken responsibility."

"Responsibility, is this important?"

"That's the only benefit of being tamed."

He thought about it more than once, what should he do after taming it?become lovers?together forever?Waking up in a dream, looking at the sleeping face of that person in the faint morning light, counting the newly grown white hair on his head and the crow's feet that have grown unabated due to staying up late.At the dinner table, I listened to him talk about current affairs and economics like a bible, no, at least there is such an eternal topic as baseball; occasionally I can go to the lawn of the park to play catch; He played baseball, debating whether to develop him as a pitcher or a catcher.

And that's impossible.Because love is not always worthy of blessing.

Eight years ago on the training ground of Jinran in the sunset, when they said goodbye at the place where they met, they had already tacitly understood each other.Hidden in the eyes and words, the small yearning, tenderness and dodge, are all burned by the blazing sunset, and become one with the night.

He opened the drawer of the bedside table and found the ring from a pile of important documents such as insurance policies and copies of contracts.He studied the ring under the light, looking at the light and his reflection in the window through the finger-diameter circle.

—a gift that could not be delivered.

The sudden ringtone of the phone made him tremble.Sawamura jumped up from the swivel chair and fumbled for the phone from the backpack in the corner.He forgot to look at the caller ID again.The strange commotion in his heart almost overwhelmed his eardrums and overwhelmed the voice coming from the other end of the microphone.

"Rong Chun-kun? Are you still asleep?"

Not expecting, but also a voice of nostalgia.Sawamura searched Foggy's memory for a long time.

"Xiaochun?"

He couldn't help grinning.That smile reflected in the window is so silly.

"Xiaochun!!!"

Xiao Minato specially called to ask him when he would return to Japan.do you miss me?Sure enough, I can't do it without me!Hearing his childish and complacent tone as in high school, instead of throwing cold water on him, Xiao Min replied with a smile, yes, of course.We want to hold a [-]th anniversary party at the end of the year, and would like to ask Rong Chunjun and Senior Chris whether it is convenient to return to China at that time.

oh!I won't miss it when I come back from the Pacific Ocean swim!

You can swim in the Pacific Ocean, so does senior Chris also want to swim with you...

Xiaoxiao complained about his IQ after staying in the United States for a long time, but the two of them still chatted happily. Anyway, skype is cheap to make cross-border calls.Well, there are also seniors from the second and third grades invited. After all, it is the [-]th anniversary, so I hope everyone can come.Family members are also very welcome, everyone has long wanted to meet Mrs. Senior and Mrs. Kersley.Who do you think came up with the idea?It's Xiaojun!Can't think of it.He talked about it for half a year, and he really couldn't bear it.Originally, it would be good to have a first-year class reunion, but Xiaojun insisted on bringing all the seniors over.

Seniors.He suddenly felt that Xiao Min's voice was getting farther and farther away, as if being sent away by ocean currents.Or mixed some noise, some fusion of memories and wishes.The ring in his palm suddenly became extremely heavy.

"By the way, Xiaochun." He swallowed, "Yuxing...Senior, will he participate this time?"

"Rong Chun-jun, you really asked that."

"Why do you say that?"

"Kuramochi-senpai said that something happened to his family, and he probably won't participate this year. But he also said that if Eijun-kun asks, he will give you the contact information of Miyuki-senpai. Eijun-kun, are you still listening? Rong Chun-jun?"

"Yeah. It's okay, no need, thank you, Xiaochun. I'll buy a ticket to Tokyo right away. I'll go right away."