The cleverness in the eyes of Yongcanghao

"Father, I want to study medicine."

Hearing what I said, my father shook off the newspaper in his hand twice.Without raising his head: "Of course. There is no doubt about it. You are the one who will inherit my hospital. Howe, my tutor at the University of Tokyo is short of an assistant. Are you interested?"

"I'm going to my uncle's."

"Why?" The newspaper shook.

I know that my uncle studies anatomy.But he never took me to see a human autopsy.He said that was too early.Incidentally, he also loves to play baseball.We often play together.He also connected interests and careers.Study the muscle building of baseball players.

My father asked me: "Why do you want to go to Germany?"

My father still has a little contact with his tutor at the University of Tokyo.He said that based on my grades, as long as I arrived at the examination room, I would definitely be admitted.That uncle is proud of his talent and is not good at being a man.He can't help me.But maybe I just wanted to go so far.

"If I want to take the exam, I have to go to the best German university. A place as small as Japan is not in my consideration." I lied.

"How, I didn't expect you to be so confident. I'm so happy. I'm proud of you, kid. Come on, give me a hug."

"dad."

I can't tell if he really doesn't know my tricks or if he's just ready to laugh at me as usual.Facing his usual smile, I couldn't hold back the guilt in my heart, so I could only confess. "I'm sorry. Dad, you may not have a grandson unless you and Mom give me a younger sister or younger brother."

"How, do you know what you're talking about?"

The smile on Father's face disappeared.However, no surprise.Old fox, you really are waiting for me to confess.

"I know. You know why I say that. Do you think I hide you because I'm afraid? No! I'm not afraid. I know what I'm doing. I just want to do it. Even if I'm sorry for you, even if you get angry, I Never mind! This time, I'm serious."

Father put down the newspaper in his hand.I was so nervous that I closed my eyes.Surprisingly, resisting my father didn't come with a terrible slap in the face.

"For coincidence? Many baseball players have these problems. Who do you think you are? A national football problem that so many experts in Japan have not solved. Just because of your enthusiasm, a fledgling brat? Don't underestimate medicine! Be realistic !"

"Let me put it this way, either you allow me to do what I want to do and let me study sports and rehabilitation wholeheartedly for Qiao, or I will not inherit the family business and accompany Qiao to Jiashiyuan."

I still haven't been able to figure out where I got the courage to stand up to my father when I was 13 years old.

This negotiation is not determined by my consciousness.My father has only one son.He stuffed me with a bunch of social science books since I was a child.When I grew up a little bit, I even asked my uncle to send nature and university medical papers to our family regularly.As for himself, he often has to undergo surgery all night after receiving a call, and he doesn't have much time to lie at home and read newspapers and weekly magazines.Obviously, it was booked just for me.Even when I got home, what I discussed with me were pharmacy, homeostasis, cell division, these cutting-edge or classic topics in the medical field.

He wholeheartedly trained me on the path of forgetting medicine.For the sake of an outsider whom I have known for less than half a year, I threatened him with our father-son friendship.Father's anger is certain.I can clearly see that the newspaper was crumpled by his big hand, and a small tear was torn open.The stern look in that opening made me straighten my waist, supporting myself not to back down.

"I instilled anatomy in you since childhood. I will introduce you to my tutor." His father's voice was loud.He recognized it from my face too.Close your eyes and force yourself to turn around and calm down for a while.Then turn back and the sound is not that small. "I thought you were doing it for the baseball, and it turned out to be the guy who pitched it."

I was too scared to speak.I have nothing to refute.I can only persevere to the death, I can only bet that my father is soft-hearted first. "There is no room for negotiation?" Listening to the decibels of the voice, I found that I had won.

"No."

"You, have you told him?"

"say what?"

"About studying abroad. Your mood. And so on."

"When the visa comes out, I will tell him that I am going to study in Germany. He doesn't need to know anything else. It hurts!"

My father rolled the crumpled newspaper into a long strip and hit me hard on the top of the head.For the first time, I knew that beating someone with a newspaper would also hurt.

"Stupid! You! You should have been determined not to join the baseball club from the very beginning of middle school. Then you wouldn't have met that person. You wouldn't have gotten so sick."

"Not then."

"Um"

"I started when I heard Grandpa Jinggang say that his grandson pitched. If you regret it, you should regret letting me go to the county conference competition."

I really fell in love with Qiao from then on, from the first time I saw that ball.I was so brave.How can I express my feelings so frankly.

I regret it now too.How could I hurt my father so recklessly at that time. (ha?)

I just agreed to my father's condition to leave Qiao.Close the door, turn on the lamp, sit at the desk, and spread out the German grammar.Qiao knocked on the window and said: Howe, let's throw the ball.I ran over again.

I must be possessed.The devil called Harada Takashi, Yatengu. (Um.)

After playing with a group of people in the park last time, this is the second time.My former teammates played on the same pitch as my current pitcher.Coincidentally, Qingbo was also brought here.I deeply understand that no one can resist the request of a child who is two or three years younger than me to hold my thigh and sound like a baby.Not to mention such a cute Qingbo.

After the pool lost Qingbo last time, Qiao Ke knew how to be an older brother correctly.Aomami's body is actually not as weak as Aunt Makiko said.As long as step by step, little by little, Qingbo can play baseball happily.This is what my father told me.

The distribution of personnel is still the same as last time.Aomami, Maharu, and Ryota went to the outfield.Sawaguchi, Eto, and Higashitani entered the strike zone in order.Coincidentally, the pitcher and I'm the catcher.

I was actually worried that my whole arm would tremble after receiving a clever ball like last time.Fortunately, Mr. Inamura joined at that time.Because Mr. Inamura's joining covered up my fatal flaw in baseball skills.

It was a very happy baseball.

It was also a baseball that made Qiao extremely unhappy.

What was supposed to be the strike zone, has always been that spine-chilling monster of a pitcher.As I arched my body, I found Qiao's body movements a little stiff.There was a strange beeping sound in my ear, and I thought it was someone's child playing with a toy in another corner of the park, so I didn't pay much attention.

Unexpectedly, this kind of voice has such a great influence on Qiao.Coincidentally, the ball was thrown.Qingbo received it.I can still remember that Huaiqiu and the expression on Qiao's face.After the ball was shot, the sense of despair that he could no longer control its trajectory was seen on Qiao's face for the first time.

The sound of the ball being hit by a metal rod was so piercing that it seemed like an arrow piercing through the air was flying past my ears.The out-of-control ball is like a wild child out of the control of its parents, galloping towards the highest clouds in the sky. At the end of flying too high, it stays weak for a while, and finally inevitably falls to the ground.Just like a happy mood.

Is it a lost game?

"It's really sunny. Over there."

"Qingbo! It's on your side."

"Qingbo!"

Everyone stared at Qingbo's little raised hand.Qiao is no exception. "Qingbo, watch the ball. Raise the glove a little higher! It's coming down! Don't take your eyes off the ball."

The ball went into Qingbo's glove, Qingbo sat down, but still held the glove tightly and did not drop the ball. "Got it. I got it."

Qingbo raised the dirty baseball in his hand and jumped up happily. "Brother, I got it! I got the ball!"

No matter how many times this kid catches the ball, he will always be so happy.

I thought Aonami's smile was like a glowing baseball.Later I realized that it was because the baseball I pursued was completely different from Qiao's baseball, but very similar to Aomami's.For me, it's the same whether it's baseball or basketball.All happy.But, just baseball, just gave me the means to communicate with the most people.In the past few years in Germany, I also tried basketball and ice hockey. After all, this is a sport.Because baseball is so popular in Japan, it has a communication function that surpasses other sports.Of course, only in Japan.It is said that in distant China, there is also table tennis with this function.

Far away.At that time, I was attracted by Qingbo's joy.By the time he realized it, Qiao had punched Eto several times.Jiang Teng scolded Qiao, saying that he could not rely on others for his own distraction, but there was no movement of resistance at all.Let Qiao break his mouth.When I hugged his shoulders from behind, I was almost led forward by him.

The weird beeping sound when throwing the ball is Eto's pager.It was the reminder of the cram school that Eto's baby-faced mother gave him.

Compared with Eto, who has a very strict family education, I am quite lucky.My mother can talk to me.My father would never and would never force me to study medicine.He just always believed that the charm of medicine surpassed any other discipline in the world.As his son, I was naturally drawn to it.

It's strange that Jiang Teng doesn't care about baseball.

"It's just a club activity."

Eto was beaten again.Somehow, that punch seemed to hit me in the heart by chance.Along with Eto's body, I trembled in the back.It is undeniable that I had similar thoughts to Eto at the time.If this kind of thinking is known by chance, if he knows that his catcher talks happily with him during the day to hit Jiashien, and at night turns on the desk lamp and flips through the tutoring books to study math problems one after another until midnight, I don’t know if he will give it to me punch.Hit me hard with a baseball.Tell me what Eto asked, "What do you think of baseball?"

Social means.Sports.Anyway, baseball isn't my life.Never been.

Before meeting Qiao, I gave Maharu tuition, listened to Higashiya complain about the many things to do on their farm, sat behind the shrine for a day just to catch a bluegill sunfish, took a breath on the ridge of the field and watched dandelions fly into the air. The invisible distance, when I went to Donggu’s house to help pick good and bad strawberries, I stared at the adults who lowered their heads together with Sawaguchi, without saying a word, and stuffed a big red one in the other’s mouth, all of these can be called Work is a precious thing in my life.

After meeting Qiao, he said only baseball.I was also confused, and I was taken away by him.

In the end, I still came here, left Japan, and left Qiao.

Eto transferred to the junior high school where he stayed.Three years without baseball.When we were seeing off at the station, it was the time when the cherry blossoms were falling and the snow was falling all over the sky.Jiang Teng gave the red pager to Qiao, saying that he would give it to Qiao, so that he could practice until he heard the beeping sound and could throw strikes without hindrance.

That pager, coincidentally, was thrown in the trash can at the station.

Leaving baseball, leaving Japan, in Qiaoxin, am I the same as that pager who is intact and even works well because he has nothing to do with him and is ruthlessly treated as garbage?I haven't dared to ask Qiao so far.In fact, during the four years in Germany, I did not once write to him.Likewise, neither did he.

He has his baseball, I have mine.Ever since I uttered those irreparable words and Qiao's fist hit me, the thread between us has been severed.

No.

It should be a long time ago, when my father asked me what kind of eyes I looked at Qiao, when I gave the bluegill sunfish to Qiao, when I was attracted by Qiao's ball at the county meeting, this mistake The intersection has already begun to be mistaken by us for the fetters of fate.Because it was wrong from the beginning, so now it is right instead.