Training Ground In the village East End, a low fence surrounds the field.
There were children practicing throwing in the field, and the straw target on the wooden frame shook the sandbags.
The sandbag let go, flew over, and hit the target with a dull sound.
The straw target shook twice and then stood firm again.
The child trotted over to pick it up, picked it up, patted the soil, returned it to the original place and threw it again.
The field soil was photographed very solidly, with footprints layer upon layer.
The shouts were loud and low, but no one looked to the sidelines.
The sun was setting low, and the shadow of the low fence trailed on the field, never leaving the field.
The grass clippings under the grass target fell into a small pool and were pushed around by the wind.
The Wooden Training Post at the head of the railing was polished by my hands, and there was a sweat towel hanging on top of the pile.
The sweat towel was dry and the corners were rolled up.
Kiyoshi was sitting on the low railing, holding the registration card in his hand.
The card is facing up and the destination column is still blank.
He turned the card over and back again.
The stuck corner made my fingers pick up hair, but the writing on the paper was still clear.
He pressed his thumb on the blank line, pressed it, rubbed the edge of the line with his fingertips, and moved it away.
There is still a shallow finger mark on the edge of the railing just made.
The sandbags in the field flew again, and the landing points were more consistent than before.
One child missed his shot and the sandbag rolled to the center of the field. He muttered and bent down to pick it up.
On the other side of the court, no one spoke to me.
The rules in the field are that whoever misses the ball will pick it up. After picking it up, he will pick it up.
Someone walked over at the entrance of the alley, slowly, and the sound of footsteps was mixed into the shouts in the field.
Hinata is carrying a cloth bag, which is closed with a rope and the end of the rope is tucked under the knot.
She didn't walk very fast, and the hem of her skirt swept the grass on the side of the railing.
She stood on the sidelines and placed the cloth bag on the low railing beside him.
The cloth bag fell firmly, the railing did not make much noise, and two grains of chaff fell from the bottom of the bag.
"Passing by the West Market, there are new clothes Wrist Guard in the shop."
The knot is untied halfway, and the edge of Wrist Guard is exposed at the mouth of the bag.
He reached out to pick it up, his fingertips touched the corners of the bag first, and then he took the bag.
"Hmm."
Bao Bi looked at it seriously, holding it in his hand and dropping it.
The bag moved to his side and rested against the corner of the card.
"Don't you want to open it and take a look?"
"Go back and take a look."
Hinata sat down at the other end of the low railing, separated by a railing as wide as one person.
She tucked up her skirt as she sat down and put her hands back on her knees.
The hems of her trousers were stained with dirt from the alley, as were the uppers of her shoes.
The sandbags were raised again, and the shouts rose and fell according to the original tune.
It was quiet at this end of the court, except for the occasional sound of the barriers.
The cloth bag was placed between the two of them, with the rope end hanging over the edge of the railing.
There was a gust of wind and the rope swayed.
At the other end of the field, two figures came and went, and the soil they brought up as they ran flew up into the air and dispersed.
The ball flew out and arced against the treetops on the sidelines.
The ball bounced up when it hit the ground, allowing the person who ran past to kick it back.
A voice came across half the field.
"One more ball."
The two figures ran away after the ball, then turned back, their heads always facing the ball.
The shouts in the distance were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell who was who.
Half of the place was busy with the two figures running around.
The kettle on the sidelines did not close the lid, so the wind blew it over and rolled half a circle on the ground.
The body of the pot hit the foot of the railing and stopped, while the lid rolled out half a foot.
The lid is rolled open, the bottom of the pot is turned upward, and a line of water flows out and seeps into the soil.
A piece of cloth was tied to the handle of the pot, letting the wind turn it over.
He got up, walked over, straightened the pot, and picked up a stone to place against the bottom of the pot.
The stones were at the foot of the railing, were covered with soil, and were of a suitable size to hold them down.
The stone was straightened and pressed again before it became loose.
I picked up the lid and put it back on the mouth of the pot, but didn't tighten it tightly.
The wind passed again for a while, and the pot stood upright, with the stone firmly pressing on the bottom of the pot.
He let go of his hand and returned to the other side of the short railing to sit down.
The card was taken out of his arms and spread out in his palm.
The palms of my hands covered the entire area, and the stuck corners contained body heat.
With it stuck in my hand and wrapped around me, the movement in the field continued.
Hinata is still sitting, his eyes falling on the field.
She picked up the rope hanging from the edge of the railing and wrapped it around her finger.
After throwing it out and picking it up again, she spoke.
"Are you leaving?"
The shouting in the field stopped for a moment just at this moment.
A sparrow landed on the fence, jumped twice, and flew away again.
A child in the field missed the sandbag, and the sandbag hit the ground grazing the edge of the target, and rolled far away. The child ran after him, caught up with him, picked him up, returned to his original position, crouched low, and threw again. The two figures in the distance turned back and forth, running back and forth. The soil was rising in waves. Hinata put his hands on his knees, and slowly gathered his fingertips. The rope end of the cloth bag was placed under the edge of the railing, letting the wind touch the wood, and then hung back.
"Yes."
Hinata's hands were loosened on his knees.
The sound of shouting resumed in the field, and the sandbags started flying again.
"I'm leaving."
As soon as he said this, the crowd started shouting.
The rope end of the cloth bag swayed again, slower than before.
The ball on the other end flew up again and fell into the grass behind the target.
Hinata didn't answer the call immediately.
She lowered her head and tightened the knot at the top of the bag again, tightened it, and then loosened it half a minute.
"Wrist Guard, pick a pair and bring it with you."
She stood up and patted the hem of her clothes.
The gesture of patting the hem of the clothes was very light, and after patting, the hand dropped back to the side.
We went back along the same alley we came from.
When she reached the entrance of the alley, she stopped, did not look back, and continued walking.
The cloth bag was left on the low rail, stuck underneath the bag.
The sandbags in the field were still being thrown and picked up, and the shouts filled half of the field.
After leaving Training Ground, the alley went down the gentle slope. The wind came down from the top of the slope and blew on my back. The bottom of the cloth bag rubbed against the crook of my legs. I walked a few steps and changed hands.
The strap of the bag hugs the forearm, and the bottom hangs around the wrist.
On one side of the alley is a courtyard wall with branches protruding from the top of the wall.
The branch on the wall reached low, so I walked over and gave way.
There is a rut on the dirt road at the base of the wall, with some soil accumulated in the rut.
The door of the house was ajar, and clothes were hanging to dry in the courtyard.
The sleeves of the clothes were blown up by the wind, and the bamboo poles moved on the shelves.
The cuffs were half dry and blowing in the wind.
The luggage was leaning against the door of the house, half closed.
A corner of a folded change of clothes was exposed at the bag opening.
The buckle at the bottom of the bag was worn white.
Mikoto came out of the kitchen, carrying a bag of dry food in his hand.
The apron is still on, and the heat from the stove is on her hands.
The firewood in the stove beeped.
"Eat on the road."
She put the bag down next to her luggage.
The dry food was wrapped twice in cloth, and wrapped three times with hemp rope. The knot was tied on the top of the bag, and the ends were tucked under the knot. The four corners were folded squarely, and the surface of the bag was clean. This was a method used only when traveling for a long distance. She put the bag straight, opened the mouth of the bag and closed it, took a step back, pressed her hand on the apron, and turned back to the kitchen.
The sound in the stove started and water was boiling in the pot.
The lid of the pot is lifted up by the steam and then falls back down.
The fire in the stove was turned, and the sound of firewood became thicker.
The strap of the luggage is placed on the opening of the bag and hangs down halfway.
The dry food is placed firmly against the corners of the luggage.
The wind can't move it, and the bag's straps are pressed against the edges of the bag.
The knot of the dry food is pointed upward, so you can lift it away by raising your hand.
The knot is tied high so it doesn't hurt your hands when you carry it.
The luggage was carried into the house, the cloth bag was stuffed on the top floor, and the card was placed on top of the cloth bag.
Turn around and come out to open the door.
The door hinge rang once and then went silent again.
The steps made the soles of my feet white and their edges rounded.
At the top of the steps, there is a letter lying flat.
The envelope is plain, with no writing on it, the seal is pressed tightly, and the four sides are neat.
The seal is pressed firmly, and you can't tell which corner was lifted first.
The envelope paper is thick and has a bit of weight when you hold it.
I bent down to pick it up and turned it over. There was no writing on the back.
I rubbed the corners with my fingertips and made them neat.
The sealing paste was pressed flat, the edges and corners were even, and the wind did not move it.
He pinched the seal with his fingers, pinched it, but did not lift it down.
The alley was quiet, the wind passed by the wall, and the clothes hanging to dry were spread out.
There was a voice at the other end of the alley, far away, but disappeared after a while.
The dirt road at the bottom of the steps was quiet.
The dirt road leads all the way to the alley, and the shadows on the road move with the sun.
He stood on the steps without removing it.