Pokémon Zero One

One twelve in the morning.

A ray of soft moonlight passed through the window and fell on the windowsill, which seemed to be plated with silver.

Under the moonlight, the girl's thick eyelashes cast two fan-shaped shadows on her cheeks, which seemed to tremble gently like butterfly feathers as she breathed.

"Nanny 1, wake up, wake up quickly, your parents are back." Grandma gently pushed open the girl's room, walked to the bed, and called softly.

The girl's eyelids moved slightly, and her long eyelashes also trembled, like the wings of a butterfly flapping.The girl slowly opened her eyes, which were a pair of bright eyes, as clear and as bright as stars.

"Grandma..." The girl looked sleepy, with a hint of helplessness in her tone. "You're dreaming again. My parents have only been away for a month. How could they come back so soon?"

"Nanny, grandma didn't lie to you. I just heard the door open. It must be your parents who are back." Grandma was a little anxious when she saw that the girl didn't believe it.

When the girl heard this, she lost all sleep. She walked out of bed gently, locked the door gently, and then took out a baseball bat from under the bed, protecting her grandma behind her, with her eyes full of caution.

Seeing this posture, grandma seemed to have thought of something, her expression became a little flustered, and her hands tightly grasped the girl's sleeves.

"Nanny, is there a burglar?" Grandma lowered her voice.

The girl nodded, and the surroundings became quiet for a while, so quiet that the girl could hear the heartbeats of her grandma and herself.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps, getting closer and closer...and then stopped at the door.The grandma was so frightened that she closed her eyes. The girl didn't dare to take a breath and held the baseball bat tightly in her hand.

Although the girl has a black belt in Taekwondo, she is not sure that she can beat the opponent, and there is a grandma behind her.

Time passed minute by minute, and there was no movement outside the door. It seemed that there was no intention to leave or come in. The girl knew that the other party was waiting for her to make the first move.

Just when the atmosphere was getting more and more depressing and the girl's heart was beating faster and faster, the doorknob moved...

Grandma almost screamed, covering her mouth with her hands and not daring to look at the door.The girl was not much better, with sweat stains all over her forehead. She gently turned her wrist and positioned herself so that as soon as the opponent broke in, she would immediately swing down the baseball bat in her hand.

But what she didn't expect was that the other party turned the doorknob a few times and left, and then there was no sound outside the door for a long time.

"Nanny, are you leaving?" Grandma asked softly.

The girl shook her head and said she didn't know.Neither of them slept that night. They stared at the closed door without blinking. It wasn't until the sun rose that they dared to open the door cautiously. Surprisingly, the living room was intact and there was nothing. was damaged and not a thing was lost.

"Nanny, what is this?" Grandma asked, pointing to a gift box on the coffee table.

The girl took a closer look and saw that it was a black and white gift box with very exquisite packaging.She opened the gift bag, and the four sides of the box fell instantly. Inside was a yellow gift bag.

"Nanny?" Grandma was about to reach out and pick up the brocade bag, but was bounced away by the yellow light from the brocade bag, and then fainted to the ground.

"Grandma?!" The girl hurriedly ran to her grandmother's side, her tone full of nervousness and worry.

But before her grandma woke up, she was sucked in by the yellow light...

When grandma woke up, the girl had disappeared, and the original box and kit were nowhere to be found, as if nothing had happened, just like a dream...

"Nanny?" Grandma rubbed her head and shouted anxiously.

"What's wrong, grandma?" Nannan came out of her room and saw her grandma sitting on the ground, and quickly ran forward to help her up. "Grandma, why are you sitting on the ground?"

"I..." Grandma was also confused as to why she was sitting on the ground, and why the girl in front of her felt a little different, but it didn't seem to be any different.

Is it because I am older and my memory is not that good?

Perspective change, different time and space.

"Grandpa, just give me a gift bag. Why are you doing so many tricks?" Fairy Boy held his forehead and looked helpless.

"Little bastard, take care of me." The old man of time and space tapped Fairy Boy on the head with a whisk to express his dissatisfaction with his words. "I only come back to the mortal world in a thousand years, so I must have enough fun."

"At such a big age, he still looks like an old naughty boy." Fairy Boy muttered in a low voice, and then seemed to remember something. "Grandpa, which time and space will she be sent to?"

"I didn't know. It depends on her fate." Old Man Shikong was half-lying on the chair, shaking the fly whisk in his hand, looking enigmatic.

The corner of Xiantong's mouth twitched a little, what else can I say.

The perspective changes again, to the hospital.

"What's a good name for this child?" A somewhat weak woman leaned on the bedside and looked at the baby in her arms with gentle eyes.

"Zero One means that her life will start from scratch." The man next to her looked at his daughter lovingly.

"Zero One..." The woman shouted softly with a smile in her eyes. "Did you hear that? You have a name."

The man was also full of smiles. If someone came in suddenly, they would be moved by the scene in the room - the gentle and virtuous woman looked tenderly at the lovely daughter in her arms, and the handsome man next to her looked at him with love. Looking at his wife and daughter in front of him.

However, such a warm scene did not last long. The man and woman said something and walked out of the room.

The woman did not change her posture after the door was closed, and her eyes never left the daughter in her arms. If there were not two lines of tears on her face, her face would really be calm and as indifferent as water.

At this point, the girl's story begins...