Chapter 9 mother of eight and baseball boy

In the fifth grade of elementary school, my classmates and I organized a baseball team.Most of the boys back then were baseball fans, but I liked baseball for other reasons. Every summer, I can go back to my mother in Hiroshima.Every time I go to Hiroshima, my mother always takes me to Hiroshima Civic Stadium to watch a professional baseball game (referred to as "professional baseball"). "During the summer vacation, I went to watch professional baseball with my mother." "real?" "Liar!" At that time, watching professional baseball was still a luxury, and everyone suspected that it was impossible for me to watch it because I was living in abject poverty.But for this moment, I have left a ticket stub with the words "×月×日 Hiroshima S Giant" in advance.

"look!" "Wow! Really." "Awesome!" The ticket stubs for a professional baseball game are like the family crest displayed by Mito Komon during the investigation.For this reason, baseball seems to be a symbol of luck to me. Not to brag, I'm a good athlete, I'm a fast runner, and when I want to play baseball, I go from baseball fan to baseball teenager in no time.After school and on Sundays, as long as I am not in school, I spend almost all of my time playing baseball.This time, the sports boy was really born. You also need a bat and glove to play baseball, but not all players have to have the equipment to play.During the game, as long as the two teams have nine gloves together, they are already very popular, but in reality, most of them can barely make up five.Because it is a soft baseball, other than the pitcher, catcher, and first baseman, it doesn't matter if other players don't wear gloves.

Of course, there was no base bag, so I had to pull some grass instead and said, "This is the base bag." Our team is very strong and often plays against the Sixth Form team, or against neighboring primary schools.But it didn't take long for our team to encounter a big problem. At that time, there was a boy named Chi Ze who wanted to join our team. "I want to play baseball." "OK." We generally accept kids who want to play baseball, no problem.But Chi Zejun surprised us when he came to practice for the first time. He was wearing a brand new bat and glove, and everyone was envious and admired.

"I want to be a catcher," he said. With that said, he took out a brand new catcher's mitt and mask from his brand new sports bag. Then he said: "Everyone can use this." Even the base pack is ready! Chi Ze's family is a time-honored pastry shop, and he is the eldest son, who is very much loved.The future heir to the family business wanted to play baseball, and the family immediately bought him a complete set of baseball equipment. Although you can play baseball without equipment, it is better to have equipment. Most importantly, it looks like a professional baseball, and it is very handsome.

Since Chi Ze joined our team, more and more teams have asked to play against us.But to use these balls, Chi Ze must be allowed to play.But Chi Ze's lack of motor nerves was unbelievable.If Chi Ze is not allowed to play, those handsome ball equipment cannot be used; but once Chi Ze plays, our team will undoubtedly lose.It's a bit of a pity for Chi Ze-kun, but we always had heated arguments when he was away. "What about the next game?" "If Chi Ze plays, he will definitely lose..." "In that case, don't use the base bag!" "No, no, the opposing team is also expecting to use the base bag!"

The object of our baseball teenagers' yearning is naturally a professional baseball player. I forgot when it was, there was an open game between the Hiroshima Carp and the West Iron Lions at the Saga Civic Stadium, and the players of the Hiroshima team all lived in an old hotel near my grandmother's house. There were so many people wanting to see a professional baseball player that the hotel was crowded.But the contestants did not show up for a long time, and the impatient people left one by one.Until it was dark, I was the only one who remained there. In addition to my yearning for professional baseball players, the fact that they come from Hiroshima, where my mother lives, makes me feel even more special.

Perhaps because they finally finished dinner and planned to go shopping, the players came out of the hotel sporadically.I ran up to one of the players. "Can I ask you something?" "What's up?" "My mother works in Hiroshima. Her surname is Tokunaga. Have you met her?" In retrospect, that was a really stupid question.But at that time, when I mentioned Hiroshima, I thought of my mother.I thought everyone in Hiroshima was related to my mother.But that contestant didn't laugh at me, he smiled slightly and said: "I haven't seen it. How are you here?"

"My mother is very busy with work, so she fostered me at my grandmother's house." "Oh, that's it, wait a minute!" He went into the hotel again and came out with a package. "This is for you. When you see your mother, say hello to her for me." After finishing speaking, he handed the package to me, waved his hand and walked away. The package he gave me was ganache. Put a sugar-coated bean in your mouth, and the sweetness is overflowing. Although he had never met my mother, and even if he did, he still smiled and said, "Say hello to her for me." This kindness made me a loyal fan of the Hiroshima Carp.

Now that I think about it, that person seems to be Guye Zhushi.