The cleverness in the eyes of Yongcanghao

The first time I met Qiao, I fell in love with him hopelessly.

At that time, my friends and I passed by the shrine while fishing.We don't take this route on weekdays.There are many small roads there, which are winding and winding, which is not very convenient for us who are riding bicycles.But, that's the closest road to other people's homes.I thought that if I had a car, it wouldn't matter if I had to walk a little longer.Moreover, I was the one who took them to fish.Although they were very happy to cooperate I said I would like to go.Fishing is a real pleasure.Second only to the moment a baseball falls in the palm of your hand.

Ah, I remembered again.I've always envied people who have regular partners.To say it is a strong team is nothing but a frog in a well.Especially after seeing that guy's pitching.We all pitch here for fun.It's not the kind of player who wants to break into Koshien and become number one in Japan.I'm not that passionate.It's just that I really envy those who are dedicated to baseball.So simple and beautiful.

The first time I saw that person was on the trail behind the shrine.He ran down the high steps of the shrine.It was a little far away, and I couldn't see his face clearly.He runs with ease.At that time, I thought to myself, this physical fitness.

You know, the mountain where the shrine is located is the highest mountain here.What is the altitude?forget.There are a total of 660 six steps in the ladder, which I counted when I was a child.He ran down against the afterglow of the evening.There was an impulse in my heart.One stretched out his hand to him, and called his name, his cold cheek showed a smile that only I could see, and then rushed down impatiently, and I also ran over with all my strength, when there were three to five steps left, he He rushed towards me willfully, as if he knew that I would definitely catch him.I think we can build that trust.No doubt.I think we must have been lovers in our previous lives, the kind that shared life and death together.

Of course, these are just my unrealistic fantasies.In fact he seemed lost.The wind suddenly picked up, maybe because he was sweating after running, he shrank his shoulders.This little gesture is cute.He suddenly ran impatiently.I know that direction is wrong.Of course I don't know where he lives.But the direction he ran was where I came from, and there was the sea.

"Hao, did you hear me? What are you looking at? So engrossed? Let's go. Just now the crow crowed. It's so scary."After all, they are children.

"I'm sorry." Apologize in advance.The other party will definitely forgive.This is what my mother said. "Maharu, that person seems to have lost his way. Let's go and have a look. Maybe we can make new friends."

Maharu turned her baseball cap around and looked in the direction of my finger.Sure enough, he was very interested in making friends.Yelling for the past.Although I was a little unhappy, I was able to go over and talk to him, and I barely reached first base.

To my surprise, when we walked over, he also changed direction and approached us.What an inexplicable tacit understanding.

At the point where the two intersections were approaching, I was completely stunned.He paused, chest out, left foot lifted high, right wrist bent, throwing arm out the back of his head.

The breath of green grass rushed towards his face, and a gust of wind blew from the wide field ridge behind him, blowing the dandelions at his feet.A standard strike, right in the middle, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Hoo~" When I realized it, I whistled frivolously.

He turned to look at me suspiciously.Harada Qiao, a talented pitcher for the White Tigers.I followed him and I admired this man a lot.I didn't expect it to be him.

"Good shot." I blew a higher note.This was taught to me by a senior in the junior high school baseball club.He is often said to be a vagabond, but I think it is rare to live so freely.And he is a person who really dares to strike up a conversation.I think he is very brave.

I thought about the actions of this senior.Suppressing the excitement in my heart, I tried to calm down and said, "We are fishing. I just saw someone coming down from the shrine. So come and have a look. Didn't scare you?" I still laughed very deceptively.

Sure enough, seeing my cheerful smile, he let go of his guard a little.His face didn't change, and his shoulders relaxed a little. "Not really. Fishing here"

He is obviously not familiar with this place.There are only fields and shrines here, so how can it be possible to catch fish.That's right, if you get lost, you must be a newcomer.I saw that he was very interested in the fish in my bucket and asked what kind of fish it was.I was suddenly very grateful for peeking at my father's anatomy books on weekdays.

"Bluegill sunfish," I said coquettishly.Push the bucket toward him a little so he can see without getting so close. "It's a fierce fish. Carnivorous. It can swallow a frog in one bite." What else?Think about it or can't think of it.Why didn't you take it seriously at the beginning?I have nothing to say now.I regretted my past laziness to death.

He was really interested.Ask, "Where did you catch this?"

"On the other side of the mountain. I'll take you there." It worked!My heart was beating wildly with excitement.Talk about taking steps.

"Huh? Xiaohao, you're not going back? It's already dark." It was Zhenqing who came over with the other two.

Then I remembered that there were still them, and it was going to be night soon.I carried the bucket in one hand and didn't know what to do.

"So you are Hao." Qiao said.

"What?" This should be the first time Qiao met me.If he said that, did Grandpa Yang San tell him anything?Still, I am the catcher of the Nitta Stars ~ this is unlikely.Qiao is the starter of the White Tigers.what am iThe mountain children of the mountain school.

"Nothing," he said, "no need. You don't have to show me the way." (Fool! Howe a big fool!)

This is not acceptable.I haven't spoken to him yet, I haven't made friends with him yet.I want to let Maharu and the others go back first, but they are still young.I lied to them that I would just watch it for a while, and it would be fine in a while.They were a bit reluctant and eventually followed suit.

Across the path, there is a small pool under the shade of five or six trees.The water in the pool is deep and dark green.Qiao looked at the pool water, and his eyes were also stained a little green.He just looked at the pool of water.Nothing was done.

Maharu's coquettish voice seemed very annoying now.He clamored to go back.Why did I think this guy who couldn't read the air was cute?

"That's right. Go back."

I turned back and asked him, "Next time, do you want to go fishing together?"

"Not interested." The answer was very cold.

"Only interested in baseball."

He stared at me dumbfounded.Indeed, who would have thought that a stranger would know so much in such a countryside.I would love to tell him that I know more about you than you can imagine.

"Are you Takashi Harada from the White Tigers?"

On the way back, he followed me and unconsciously slowed down.I told him about my attendance at the county convention.He walked more slowly and almost stopped.I know that being so eager the first time runs the risk of scaring people away.But I can't stop. "I also followed you."

He shrugged his shoulders and clenched his fists.I remembered, I begged Grandpa Jinggang to take me to watch his game.In that game, the swing fell through.No wonder he was unhappy.

The path is not long, and you will reach the fork in a while.I waved goodbye to them.Suddenly remembered something and yelled at them, "You guys have to work hard too. Move towards the county assembly!"

"So that's how it is. They are the juniors of your Xintian Star Team." The twilight deepened, and the surrounding area darkened.The white light on the stone steps and the faint smile on his face became clearer.

"Yeah. Grade four and five. Super cute." I answered indiscriminately.

"They call you Xiaohao."

I don't think it's ok.That's what everyone who knows me calls me.But he looked very concerned.

"Do you want to sit on it? There is a place to put your feet." I proudly patted my blue off-road vehicle.Pretending to be normal.God knows how much I expected him to sit up and wrap his arms around my waist.I could be happy about it for days.I thought evilly, if he doesn't hit the ring, I will slam on the brakes and let him hit it.

"No. I'm running." As he spoke, he started running by himself.Really a very selfish person.

I got on my bike and followed. "Then I'll walk halfway with you."

He ran slowly, and I followed unhurriedly.He peeked at my hand with the bucket.no?So interested in bluegill sunfish?

We just move on quietly.The small road has the fun of the small road, no big cars pass by, just the two of us.Lights from houses in the distance lit up the front.

"What's your name?"

What a surprise.He's finally interested in me instead of fish or baseball.Be polite too.I suddenly remembered that he should have heard Maharu and they called me Hao. "What?"

"I know your name is Hao, the surname above." He kept walking, but his face remained unchanged.

oh!I see.I blah blah a lot.Even the relationship between my mother and his mother Makiko was also drawn out.He just said lightly, "It has nothing to do with me."

As he spoke, he turned to look at me.I was just looking at him too.The four eyes met, Qiao's eyes were very clear.I look away from him in embarrassment.Find a topic to fool around with. "You usually go at this speed?"

"Well. Didn't deliberately match the speed of your bicycle." He ran quickly again.

"I think so." The atmosphere was a little cold.

After crossing the bridge and crossing the small road, several cars passed by with their headlights on.I was so stabbed that I squinted my eyes. When I was negligent, he had already run to the front.I pedaled my bicycle and chased after it.

On the way, I kept thinking about how to save the subject.He must not be allowed to remain so cold.Coincidentally, he is not a talkative person.That can only be taken by me. "Harada's ball is very strong."

Sure enough, he turned his head to look at me, "Are you talking about the thugs?"

"Hmm." The two of us talked a lot about baseball strategy, ball skills, and pitching and catching skills.Had a great chat.

Coincidentally, this person is indeed very cold.But when it comes to baseball it's like some weird switch is flipped.The whole person is full of energy, staring straight at you with bright eyes.There are also more words.It seems that I have saved all my usual strength to speak now.

He is very confident in his pitching.I know that behind this self-confidence is a strong strength to support it.I nodded, agreeing with him about the pathetic ending of strikeouts for anyone who dared to catch his pitch.

"Do you want to throw a ball?"

The wind was a little strong, and his voice was a little soft.I didn't hear clearly and asked, "What?"

"You're the catcher. Would you like to take a shot?"

I clearly heard the screech of brakes.The bucket shook so badly in my hands that some of the water spilled out and splashed on my hands.Finally, I extinguished some of the flames of excitement in my heart.Happiness comes too fast.I almost couldn't control myself to rush up and hug him, and announced loudly to the world: I want to catch Harada Qiao's pitch.

He stopped and looked at me, obviously surprised by my overreaction.

"Are you really going to vote?" I reconfirmed in disbelief.

He challenged me to catch it.In fact, it means really wanting to vote.I laughed out loud with joy, and casually decided that I would come to him at ten o'clock tomorrow.

"The moving luggage will be delivered tomorrow, and I will be busy tomorrow morning." There is a reason for the refusal.

I waved my strong arms from side to side, bulging my fist a little for him to see. "I'm strong. Strong arms. Just in time to help you."

He still refuses.But no reason could be found.This is not a problem and not a reason at all. □□Naked rejection.Maybe you know what you're saying isn't convincing.He looked at the bucket and not at me.It suddenly occurred to me that he liked this fish very much.I handed over the bucket, "Ah! That's right. I'll give you the fish."

He lied about not being interested in fish. ((Stupid! Howe stupid! I'm not lying!) Eyes staring straight into the bucket. The black bluegill sunfish sank to the bottom, it was too dark to see anything. But he was still there look.

Without any explanation, I forced the bucket into his hand. "It's okay. The fish is for you. By the way. You don't have a water tank. I'll bring it to you tomorrow. There are also live earthworms for feeding. That's it." After finishing speaking, I immediately put my foot on the pedal and started the bicycle. His chance to return the fish.

After taking two steps, I couldn't help but look back.Shouted to him, "At ten o'clock tomorrow, we have an appointment."

The wind on the road blows on the face, which is cool and comfortable.I let go of my hands, let go of myself, and whistled.Mom said it was dangerous.They are always worrying about this and that.I always hope that I will follow the rules and inherit the family business.I think that the more dangerous and deviant things are only now officially beginning.