When the darkness cleared, it was still pitch black. You can hear the sound of rain, but you don't feel like you're getting wet, and the flow of air seems to disappear, so you can be sure that you're in an enclosed space.

Where is this? Did I leave that stadium?

At that moment, the curtain was opened, and through the dim light, the figure of the man appeared by the window.

"Sure enough, it's you, Senior Li Yuan," I said coldly, "It seems that we are all dead now, what are you thinking about coming here?" ”

"It's nothing, I just want to watch a play with you, in this VIP room......" he sneered, "Who do you see coming?" ”

That's when I realized that I was still in the stadium, but at the moment I was in a closed room in the stands, where I had a good view and could see everything on the pitch clearly. So I saw him.

"It's a little one! Why is he here, is he ......?" I exclaimed.

"Rest assured, he's not dead yet, how can I let him die so easily? So I trapped him in this dream, and he would come here every day in his dreams to be tortured by me! He said, "Do you see that?" ”

Immediately, a monster like a walking dead appeared behind Xiao Yi.

"What's that!" I couldn't help but exclaim.

"You don't know, do you? I only found out when I came here," he sneered, "he had a dream in which he killed me, and that was the corpse he made in that dream!" He strangled me first, then beat me beyond recognition with a bat, and finally set fire to my body! Not only that, but he looked very happy after killing me! Don't you think he's a murderous demon? ”.br>

Hearing him say that Xiao Yi once had such a terrible dream, I was still a little shocked. @ However......

"Don't slander him here! Isn't it you who killed you? I exclaimed, "He just dreams like that, he dreams that anything is possible, and he can't control what kind of dreams he can have!" You don't blame others for your own misfortunes! ”

"What can't you control? The so-called thinking day and night dreaming, if he hadn't been so hostile to me at ordinary times, how could he have such a dream? He quibbled.

"Then why don't you want to think about what you did to him when you were still in the baseball club of Hamakicane? You did such an excessive thing to him, and you still have the face to say such a thing? ”

"So what? I just hate Chinese, it's just that you are more knowledgeable and have never joined the baseball club, and you have little intersection! "You see, he's being tormented by a monster of his own making, and he's going to be tormented like this, and even though it's his dream, he's going to put this guilt into reality, and sooner or later he'll end his life with his own hands, just like I did!" ”

"Do you think Xiao Yi is the same kind of person as you? He has teammates and friends who trust him, his parents and teachers who care about him, and any one of them will stop him from going to extremes, but what about you? Why didn't anyone stop you when you were about to end your life? I said coldly, "By the way, I forgot, you have a father who is in politics, a father who will only instill hatred in you!" You're such a stupid and pathetic fellow! ”

"No, no, Daddy...... Yes! Suddenly, as if stimulated by something, he cried out in pain, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Dad, I was wrong!" ”

Why did he suddenly apologize to his father? Just as I was wondering, he suddenly let out a shrill cry that shook my head.

At the same moment, what scene seems to be reflected in my mind: a depressed father who can no longer give his son anything, a disappointed son who can no longer ask for anything from his father, the father wants to persuade his son, but the son suddenly loses control of his emotions and goes crazy, and when he recovers, a fruit knife has *** his father's waist......

Could it be ...... Could it be that this guy ......

At this moment, the window glass suddenly shattered. I don't know what's going on, but I can feel that guy's strength has waned, and now is a great opportunity to get out of this room.

I came from that window.

Jumped out and escaped from the room full of resentment.

I saw Little One, he's in the middle of the pitch, and I'm going to help him deal with that monster! Then I have to say many, many things to him, and it is not enough to convey them to him through letters!

"It's good to meet you! It's nice to be able to play baseball with you! You gave me the courage to keep living! You're a friend I can be proud of! ”

Just then, I stopped at a familiar spot in the stands. That's right, this is the location, I picked up your hat in this position that day, and then we met again in this foreign land.

Just recalling that kind of thing, I already burst into tears. Although I knew we were in the same middle school until then, it wasn't until that day that I felt like I might be one of the lucky people, someone who had the opportunity to chase his dreams with his best friend.

"Long time no see, finally see you again......"

***

My father and mother had studied in Japan in the past, and they fell in love in a foreign country and got married shortly after returning home. While studying abroad, they met a member of the baseball club of a nearby high school and watched him play, so although they didn't know how to play baseball, they were somewhat interested in baseball.

So that day, when they came back from the class reunion, they brought me a few tapes, which were videos of all the highlights of the Koshien competitions that year.

I couldn't stop watching it. The rules are a bit more complicated than football and basketball, but after my father explained them to me a few times, I almost got to know them, and the complexity was very much to my liking.

Yes, the game is played in such a combination of movement and static, and there is no time limit, and anything can happen before the last three outs in the final game.

Later, my parents bought me a DVD of Anda Chong's "Baseball Heroes" for me to see, and I really prefer to watch the plot of the game rather than the emotional story of the hero and heroine.

I grew in love with baseball, and I wanted to find a field right away, and I was able to shoot, play, and run. But as I got older, I quickly noticed that China was different from Japan, and there was no soil for baseball to develop.

Occasionally I would watch the domestic baseball league broadcast on TV, and then I would watch the national team play at the Asian Games. Other than that, there was nothing, and outside the TV, I couldn't even see the face of a Chinese man playing baseball.

(To be continued).