The cleverness in the eyes of Yongcanghao

Mother was crying all the time.I apologized to her, and I promised to make up my homework and attend cram school when I went back.But the mother's tears just didn't stop.

Dad watched us silently in the rearview mirror.I don't want to comfort my mother anymore.She never stops crying.

There was an oppressive atmosphere in the whole carriage.I rolled open the window and stuck my head out a little.The sky was already bright, just at the moment when the sun came out.The beautiful clouds are gone.I feel a little pity.

The wind is blowing on the face, which is a bit spicy.I was like a kid who skipped class and got caught red-handed.Cannot speak until the dean speaks.This feeling of being suppressed is really uncomfortable.

When I got home, I got out of the car and ran back to my room as soon as possible.Nothing I said worked.Then I can only tell them with homework full of formulas that I will not delay my studies while playing baseball.I have only this way.

I held the pen and calculated the nasty math one by one.The topic is not difficult, it still has to be calculated.I hate things that don't work out after hard work.My grades are actually pretty good.But they always feel bad.If there is something bad, it is that I still can't solve the problems given by my uncle.

My family has an uncle who lives in Germany.He is a professor of medicine at the University of Munich.I like to follow him to look at the bones and make specimens.Every summer vacation, I go to stay with him for several months.On school days, we can only communicate by mail.The habits of bluegill sunfish are the information he gave me.

My father wouldn't care about my performance at school.He would only ask this uncle how I did on the subject.This is what my uncle told me.My mother, on the other hand, was only concerned with how I was doing at school.And she seemed to think that as long as her grades were good, then nothing would be a problem.She couldn't understand my love for baseball.She didn't even know the baseball club that Maharu and I joined.

The door was knocked twice.

"The door isn't closed."

The door opened and it was my mother.

"Is there anything else? I'm doing my homework." Follow your instructions and meet your requirements.I also promised not to do it again.I don't think my mother has anything more to say about dissatisfaction.

There were oil stains on my mother's clothes.She has always cherished her beautiful clothes.Every time I cook, I will change into something else and wear an apron.Could it be that she was standing directly in front of the boiler wearing this out-of-the-way clothes just now?What are you doing?

Mother sat on my bed.Put your hands on your knees.Biting his lower lip, he thought about how to start.

I sat face to face with her.Be ready to be judged and complained.

But what she said next baffled me.She said, "Howe, stop playing baseball."

"Mom, I'm sorry. Maybe I broke my word once, and it's hard for you to believe it again. But I can't let go of baseball. I love playing baseball. I'm a junior high school student. I know what I like and what I don't like. I want Your support."

My mother asked me why I liked playing baseball.

I replied: "Qiao and I made an appointment to enter Jiashiyuan together."

I hesitated to explain Koshien to my mother.Obviously not.There is no doubt in the mother's eyes, but there is grief.This confuses me.

Mother's calm voice came.She said, "Do you think you can enter Koshien?"

My whole body was struck down by lightning.I know that my current ability is not enough to support my dream.So I worked really hard to learn, to give my best every shot and catch.I knew very well that I was going to learn how to handle the ball next.

But my mother knocked me down, who was full of ambition.She said with certainty, "You don't have that talent."

To be honest, it is absolutely impossible for a mortal like me.I never even dared to dream such a dream before.But I met a coincidence.Coincidentally, he told me that he wanted to form a shooting partner with me.With him here, it must be possible.I want to tell my mother so.

I said, "Maybe I'm really not the kind of person who is good enough to enter Koshien. But, coincidentally, he is so good, he will definitely be able to!"

The mother said angrily, "Whether he can or not is his business!"

"But I'm his catcher." The so-called shooting partners are meant to be together.This is common sense. "And I'm working on it. I know I have a lot to learn. I'm learning. I'm catching [-]% of the balls. This morning~"

Mother sobbed bitterly.Hesitating whether to say it or not.Finally, I chose a milder statement.The voice was filled with uncontrollable grief and anger.She growled loudly and interrupted me.She said, "Tao Harada is not the only catcher. There are many catchers in Koshien who are more suitable for him than you."

Looking at my mother's red and swollen eyes from crying, I suddenly understood.It wasn't baseball that my mother told me to leave.I don't know when she knew it, or how she knew it.The mood I have hidden for so long is like an ugly bug bursting into the sun at this moment.I'm terrified of what's going to happen next.That's something I don't want to talk about.I said, "Mom, please stop talking."

"I've got to tell you. Howe, let him go, put down the baseball. He's not for you, baseball isn't for you. Think about it for yourself, you're an observant kid, and you like to read Daddy's hard books, When you were young, you always held a bone frame, chasing after your father and asking what this is. This is you, Howe. What county competition, what Harada Qiao, you were bound by him! That is not you."

In your eyes, is Qiao the Yatengu who took your child away?No, it was me who said to throw and catch in the first place.I like him first.He doesn't know anything at all.

My chest feels tight.I don't want to discuss this topic.It's pointless to discuss this.This is an unsolvable problem.I can only get closer to the answer in my own way, but I can never reach the end.I know.It's always been known.

"Mother, I see. Don't talk anymore. I'm tired."

"Coincidentally, we only have you as a child. You can't be wrong!"

"Mom, I'm really tired."

I've never spoken so loudly to my mother.Mother still has to talk.But it was covered up by his own sobs.She hugged me and cried like crazy.My back was soaked with her tears.I know what I'm doing.I know I'm doing something fruitless.But I don't regret it.I told my mother so.

I like cleverness.I didn't expect Qiao to like me.We've been good friends and that's it.

We practice together and grow together.Qiao will grow taller, and his ball will become more and more difficult to catch.But I will grow too.I practice catching his ball day and night.No one can take my place as a catcher.I'm one of the best catches by coincidence.

We'll be in high school.Coincidentally, if the junior high school is not discovered by the professional baseball, then the high school is when he shines.It's like the usual routine of sports comics.Our shooting partners go on the field.Fight all the way, win all the way.Hit all the way to Jiaziyuan.

Standing on the mound, he cleverly used his pitch at 160 kilometers per hour or even higher, making those who missed it regret it.Many years later, when people talk about Koshien, they will definitely mention Harada Qiao and his little monster pitching.

We eavesdropped in that "changing room" in the park with our lunch boxes.We ate our lunch quietly.There is also a pitch and catch game in the afternoon.Hit until we can't walk anymore.

No no no.I woke up from my daydreams.Put your chair back and get on with your homework.Only by doing well now can we have a future.My father often told me this.

I am atoning for my broken word.It was a little noisy in the hall.I couldn't hear what my father said.All I could hear was my mother screaming and crying hysterically.As I was writing, I accidentally scratched the paper.

At this time, the downstairs suddenly fell silent.Father came upstairs.He sat on my bed as soon as he came in.Open windows to breathe.I know that my mother must have told him what she just said.I thought about how to persuade my father.

Father is a dead rationalist.You can only prove it to him with facts.After I've done this many times, I've figured out how to convince my father.It's been a bit weird these days, and I don't know why.But I believe in my self-control.This is what my proud father left me.A man with such a conceit had no reason not to believe in himself.

My father didn't do what I thought.He asked me, "Ho, do you know what kind of eyes you use to look at Harada?"

I searched a stomach full of guarantee words and the tutoring plan that I had just outlined and then detailed into the number of days, all were disrupted by his words.My head is a little dizzy.I asked, "What?"

What does this have to do with eyes?I can guarantee I'm well hidden.When I can't hide, I will turn my back on it.And, coincidentally, he doesn't know how to care about the people around him.I'm sure I can outwit him, a dumbass with only baseball on his mind.

I can only say that I was still too young at the time.Stuck in ego and self-righteousness.Instead, one possibility was less considered.But Dad thought about it.He said, "Hao, think about it for yourself. If you get so close to him, Harada Qiao will find out sooner or later. You will not even be friends."

indeed so.That's why I need to hide.I can.I wasn't with him all the time.I'm doing a good job of keeping our time on the pitch and catch.Even if I stare at him a lot, it's because I need to know more about his strength, and know more about his pitch.

My father said, "Okay. I'll stop here. You promised me not to play baseball before you went to junior high school. You've been holding on to a baseball all day long. You've forgotten it."

Didn't you say it's good not to delay your studies?Father, this is a thought guide.He deliberately made a mistake so that I would remember it wrong in the future.Then I can only live with a heavier sense of guilt.Unless I drop the baseball, as she wishes.I don't like him.

My father didn't give me a chance to defend myself.He said, "Tomorrow, cram school. It's five o'clock, don't forget. Go to bed early when you're tired. Stay up late to read, you'll be short-sighted."

I couldn't hold back the smile on his face. "Father, can you stop smiling so happily when you curse me?"

"It's just a professional habit. You are a stubborn kid. Even if my father said it well, you wouldn't reflect on it. Then I can only use my years of experience in pediatrics to deal with a stubborn little kid like you.

Finished talking and left.

Father is a very strange man.Little time at home.I know my progress as soon as I come back.Mum must have said it.I have no doubts about this.However, I was very upset that he also managed to score the same score in my mood.

Hell, he had a good point.

After my father left, I closed the book.Eyes matter.

The author has something to say: Yatengu, a kind of monster in Japanese legend.