Chapter 9: Seafood Market (Yukimura Appears)
Although Sister Ling said she didn't need her help, Fengjian handed the data he had sorted out all night to Sadaharu Kaneki early in the morning, asked for leave from President Tezuka, and went straight to the Yokohama Seafood Market.
When she left the training ground, the sun was shining brightly and she didn't notice the gazes from behind her.
"Is Kazama in such a hurry to go back? I even prepared a new special shot for her to show her today."
"Maybe something happened at home."
"By the way, Oishi, do you think Kazama has changed a lot since he first came? He can now keep up with our training pace."
"Hmm - Kazama-san is really hardworking," Oishi scratched his head. "Last time I saw her notes, she even marked the angles of our racket grips. She learns super fast. Tezuka, don't you agree?"
The young man stood straight, his brown eyes calm as waves. He did not answer, but his gaze fell on the hatted figure not far away.
Inui Sadaharu flipped through the neatly arranged notes in his hand, which were covered with colorful labels:
The course plan is covered with fluorescent stickers representing different landing spots;
The ball speed is marked from light to dark;
A table of nutrients that each person is good at, weak at, and should supplement;
…
And each person has a unique cartoon label next to his or her name.
He is a pair of glasses, Fuji is a bear, Tezuka is a wristband, Momoshiro is a hamburger...
When Taocheng saw the "hamburger label" on Fengjian's notebook, he grabbed it and shouted: "Why am I a hamburger? Fengjian, you understand me too well!"
He grabbed Kikumaru's "cat tag" and said, "Senior Eiji is actually a cat?"
"Hey, really? Really?"
He pushed his glasses up. The data couldn't be wrong. After all, he knew from the beginning that the probability that Kazama-san was suitable to be a recorder was 100%.
…
The first thing that catches your eye is the winding coastline. The deep blue sea reflects the orange clouds. The Bay Bridge stretches across the sea, and its slender cables look like dancing notes.
The salty sea breeze blew towards me, the setting sun hung in the sky, and the seafood market was crowded with people, and most of the fresh fish and shrimps were sold out.
Fengjian came to the seafood restaurant he had been cooperating with, greeted the boss familiarly, and took away the goods that he had asked him to leave this morning. By the way, he used his newly learned bargaining skills to buy a pound of fresh seafood to prepare for seafood cooking tonight.
When passing by the park at the foot of the mountain, Fengjian bought an ice cream on the way. It was already dusk, with only the last ray of light remaining in the sky. The street lights on the coastal line had not yet come on, and suddenly a small ball jumped into the dim vision.
Kazama bent down to pick up the tennis ball that had rolled to his feet, followed the trajectory of the ball, and looked up to see the young man in the distance.
The dim streetlights around him lit up one after another, forming a glittering pearl necklace along the bay. A young man sat in a wheelchair, wearing a light blue shirt and black trousers that barely covered his pale ankles. A faint glint of surprise flashed in his crimson eyes.
A pedestrian behind her interrupted her steps as she was about to move forward.
"Mom, this brother looks so pitiful sitting in a wheelchair."
The child's voice rang out crisply.
Before he could finish his words, the child who said the wrong thing was hurriedly covered with his mouth by a passing parent and hurriedly pulled away, giving him an apologetic smile.
The boy paused in moving the wheelchair and slowly stopped. The smile on his beautiful face was gentle and distant, like the cold wind in Kanagawa at night.
Fengjian stood there, not knowing whether he should go up or not.
The boy looked at her and spoke first, "This ball should be mine."
"Ah...yes."
She walked over and handed him the tennis ball.
"Thanks."
I wanted to quickly escape from the awkward atmosphere, but I caught a glimpse of the young man sitting quietly on the beach. I felt uneasy, so I pretended to move forward but kept looking back.
However, when he saw the other party pushing the wheelchair forward, Fengjian's heart skipped a beat.
"Wait, wait!"
The pulley rubbed against the ground, making a dry sound like gravel scraping against the throat, and the girl's nervous and rapid stuttering penetrated the eardrum.
"No matter how big the difficulties are, you shouldn't give up on your life! Sister Ling said that only when people are alive can there be hope. Think about your parents and your friends. If they heard bad news about you... you, they would definitely be very sad!"
Her heart was pounding, and she dared not open her eyes. All she could hear was the sound of the wind. When she quietly opened her eyes, she found the boy looking at her in surprise, with a look of sudden shock in his eyes.
A gentle voice with a hint of helplessness passed by my ears.
"Thank you...but I just wanted to get closer and see the light in the sea."
Kazama Siyue's face flushed red.
"terribly sorry!"
The gray-blue sky swallowed up the last rays of sunlight, and the early summer night slowly arrived. The lighthouse in the distance flickered, outlining the shadows of flying seagulls. An old man was sitting under the bridge fishing, casting his fishing rod high in the air. He sat there for the entire first half of the night. The lights from the high-rise buildings on the opposite bank were scattered on the river surface, flashing tiny and beautiful lights and shadows that could not be ignored.
“It’s really beautiful!”
Fengjian Siyue has never come to Yamashita Park at night because there is always endless work to do in Sister Ling's shop.
"But no matter how beautiful it is, it will eventually disappear, just like the sun setting and night falling." The young man said softly, his voice like the ethereal wind.
"But after the night, there is still light. Even if it will fade, we have at least proved that the beauty of this moment exists. Why think about such long-term and pessimistic things? Life is not easy. We should make ourselves happy."
"Um... I'm sorry for saying so much nonsense."
The boy lowered his head, staring at the tennis ball in his palm in a daze, then came back to his senses and smiled, "You're right, but..." He pointed to the seafood not far away, "Is this really okay?"
Following the other person's gaze, Feng Jian let out a desperate wail as he saw the dying fish and shrimps jumping all over the ground:
"Oh my, Sister Ling is going to scold me to death!"
After a quick farewell, Kazama ran towards the subway station, ran a few steps, stopped, turned around and waved to the boy who was still standing there.
"By the way, if you feel unhappy, you can come to my shop to eat. Sister Ling said that if your stomach is full, your heart won't be sad."
"And we can give you a discount."
From a distance, the boy's face appeared in a blurry warm yellow halo, and his expression was unclear.
He lowered his head again, clenched and released the tennis ball in his palm, and a faint bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
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