Pokémon: I, Xiaozhi, return to the beginning

That day, night.

In the room of the Pokémon Center, it was almost time to go to bed, but Xiaozhi was lying on the window, looking full of energy, it seemed that he had slept too much when he was unconscious.

"By the way, Xiaozhi, can you still sleep tonight? If you don't sleep tonight, you will feel sleepy again tomorrow morning, and your biological clock will be completely messed up."

Xiaogang reminded Xiaozhi who seemed to be walking all the time, but Xiaozhi just waved his hand casually and said:

"No problem, no problem~ Even if you go to bed late today, as long as you persevere a little tomorrow and go to bed early at night, your biological clock will naturally return to normal."

Xiaozhi judged this based on his experience of traveling for many years.

Later, when he was traveling alone, especially when he was cultivating in Baiyin Mountain, his biological clock was never normal.

Although there is a distinction between day and night in Silver Mountain, Silver Mountain is a very dangerous place after all. Xiaozhi is often attacked by wild Pokémon that suddenly appear in the middle of the night, and then he and Pikachu live a fighting life all night long.

After all, I am definitely a thorn in the eyes of the wild Pokémon in Baiyin Mountain, but they can't beat them if they come head-on, so they can only form a team in the middle of the night so sneakily to attack.

There is still a slight chance of winning this way.

It's just that the chance of winning in their hearts didn't become a reality until the day Xiaozhi left.

"Pickup~~"

On the bed in the back, Pikachu is playing happily with Lucky Egg.

But it is said to be playing happily, most of the time it is Pikachu who is trying to make Lucky Egg happy.

Pikachu, who has the nanny attribute, already likes and is good at taking care of these newborn Pokmon. If it weren't for the amazing growth rate of the baby dragon, maybe Xiaozhi's baby dragon is also taken care of by Pikachu.

"Speaking of which, it seems like I haven't seen Xiao Guang since dinner. Xiao Zhi, do you know where she went? Didn't Xiao Guang exchange glances with you before leaving?"

After a while, Xiaogang began to worry about Xiaoguang's situation as the lights of each room on the second floor of the Pokémon Center were turned off one after another.

After dinner, Xiaoguang said that he had to leave for a while, but he hasn't come back until now.

Because Xiaoguang took a special look at Xiaozhi before leaving, Xiaogang thought that Xiaozhi would know the news of Xiaoguang's departure, but——

"Huh? I don't know... Speaking of which, I didn't even notice when Xiaoguang went out."

After recovering, Xiaozhi scratched his cheek, and said so with some embarrassment.

Since the end of the call with Sirona, Xiaozhi has been trying to reproduce the power of waveguide when he woke up, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reproduce the scene at that time.

After this incident, it is impossible to say that he is not in a hurry. Too many people have started to worry about their own situation due to the risk involved this time, and Xiaozhi himself is not willing to let such a thing happen again.

So he began to concentrate on trying to grasp the feeling at that time, and let the power of waveguide reappear on his body.

If you can master the power of waveguide, it should be impossible for a similar situation to reappear.

Unfortunately--

"hiss....."

Suddenly, Xiaozhi seemed to have figured out something.

It's just that what he figured out was not the power of the waveguide, but the situation on Xiaoguang's side.

"I'll go out too, Pikachu, you can stay here to play with Lucky Egg."

"Skin?"

Under Pikachu's slightly bewildered eyes, Xiao Zhi just opened the door and left the room, leaving only Pikachu and Xiao Gang staring at each other in the room, speechless.

......

Although the weather is relatively hot now, but in a relatively remote random town, you can feel the evening breeze full of green grass from the wilderness in the outskirts.

The evening wind gently brushed Xiaoguang's hair. She sat on a bench in the park, looking at the starry sky in the suburbs at night, wondering what she was thinking.But the helplessness and tiredness in Xiaoguang's eyes inadvertently revealed that she is not in a good mood now.

"It really is here."

The dilapidated street lamps flickered dimly, ticking and flickering with the hands of a clock hanging somewhere in the park.

"too slow!"

Hearing Xiaozhi's voice from behind him, Xiaoguang was not surprised, instead he stood up with his hands on his hips, and complained a little dissatisfied.

"No... I didn't notice you came out either... If Xiao Gang didn't say that you glanced at me before going out, I wouldn't know what happened."

Xiaozhi shrugged, and sat beside Xiaoguang with a sense of innocence.

The night breeze blew slowly, taking away a layer of dark clouds from the sky, revealing a bright and bright moon.

The cold moonlight sprinkled from the sky, covering half of the park, making the whole park present a half-light and half-dark color contrast.

"?! Didn't you notice it? Really...Speaking of which, Xiaozhi, you have been a little distracted since you went downstairs today. Are you really all right?"

"I'm fine, isn't it you who has something to do?"

Xiaozhi asked back.

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(There is no text in the end, a little complaint, a little truth, for my grandfather)

(There will be text in the text, I will not sleep today, and I can only use code words to paralyze myself)

I started coding at 08 o'clock in the evening, and I wrote here at about 30:[-]. I received a call from my mother, saying that my grandfather had left.At that time, I couldn't react to what happened, so I just stood there and stared at the screen.It wasn't until later that I heard the crying on the other end of the phone getting louder and louder that I finally reacted.

Crying for a long time, has been crying until now.

After the teaching qualification interview today, my grandfather has been in the hospital for a week, but no one called to inform me that my grandfather was worried about delaying my exam.I never thought that such a ridiculous thing would happen to me. In the end, who was the one who was delayed, and who was the one who felt guilty?I didn't expect that none of them could figure this out. There were countless opportunities in the middle, but they all missed it so easily.

A week ago, I heard that my grandma was infected with the new crown. Grandma said it was fine, but coughed for two days, but I knew that my grandpa had smoked for decades and his lungs were not good, so I called him that day , He said it was okay, his tone was normal, I reminded him many times to be careful, never go out, and don't contact grandma or my mother for the time being.

As a result, whoever expected it, he was admitted to the hospital the next day.

It's funny and sad.

And what is even more sad is myself. These days, he is afraid of delaying my teaching funding, so he is unwilling to call me or even send me a text message.And after I knew he was fine, I was also doing my best to prepare for the teaching resources, and I didn't make another phone call with him.I know that he always wants me to study hard, and I want to make good use of it in the teaching qualification interview, once it is over, as a gift for him.

What turned out to be even more tragic was that in the teaching qualification interview in the afternoon, the topic of the trial lecture I got was a composition class, and the theme was family affection.In the trial lecture, I simulated the experience of students raising their hands to share family affection. I only shared the pictures of my family members taking care of me when I was sick. In the trial lecture, I said that this is too one-sided. The scope of family affection is not so limited. The bits and pieces of interaction with family members on weekdays can also be used as material to write into the composition.I used myself as an example, my grandfather as an example, and some daily chores with him when I was a child.

Because I have always felt that it is too perfunctory to express and write family affection until the time of death or illness.

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He has a bad temper and is very rigid. His retirement salary is very high, but he is reluctant to eat anything good. In the early years, when he was in good health, he went downstairs every day to pick up bottles and things that others didn't want.I quarreled with my grandma every few days because of this matter, and in the end I was the one who persuaded me to make peace.

Later, my body deteriorated and I couldn't pick up things anymore.I didn't have much energy to quarrel with my grandma all the time, but occasionally I would quarrel over trivial matters. I was in college, and the work of persuading the fight was naturally handed over to my mother, but in the end my mother would also be scolded.

He has always been called stingy, stingy to his grandmother, stingy to his son and daughter, but the only one who is not stingy to me.

I usually buy vegetables to eat by myself. Even if I have money, I am not willing to buy meat. I just buy some simple vegetables to eat. Unless my mother buys them for him, he will not buy them for himself.But only for me, he has never been stingy, no matter what delicious food he has, he will think of giving it to me. Every time I go to see him and grandma, he will let me bring some snacks and food home before leaving, Although those are also bought for him by my mother.

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When I was in elementary and junior high school, I lived there because it was close to the school.When I lived there, my grandfather would go shopping for vegetables every day, and the meat would never be missing from me.

When he was in elementary school, he didn’t have the habit of picking up trash everywhere, he just picked up the water bottles that fell on the ground, maybe because he shouldered the task of picking me up every noon and afternoon after school?It's just that I didn't like him picking me up at that time, because he would pick up bottles, which was a shameful behavior in the eyes of elementary school students.

In junior high school, it was a time when his personality changed a lot. During this time, his temper became bad, and he picked up more and more things, which became worse and worse.I live there, and my grandparents quarrel every three days. I try to persuade them every day, but I still don’t like my grandpa in the first grade of junior high school. Maybe it’s because of his behavior of picking things up, or maybe it’s because my grandma and mother always say behind their backs. His bad?Because grandpa is not good to them.

But I thought about my grandfather until the second semester of the second year of junior high school. No one said anything, and no one emphasized anything, but I seemed to understand it all of a sudden.I no longer have any temper with him, I will listen carefully to every word he says, and I will teach him over and over again what he doesn’t know, even if I teach him the first day. I forgot it in two days.

In high school, the school had no dormitory at the time of reporting, so I rented a small room by myself in a community next to the school.At that time, there was a customary habit for my grandfather. Every Wednesday, he would take the meals at home, take the bus for half an hour, and walk for another half hour, to the room where I lived, and eat the big fish and meat once a week. pack it for me.I know he is lonely, because he has a bad relationship with his grandmother, and no one pays attention to him at home. For him, he visits me once a week, chats with me, talks about grades, and things in school. It's the happiest time.

When I was in my second year of high school, my parents bought a room next to the school. I was separated from my life alone, and my grandfather stopped delivering meals to me.

In that room, my grandfather paid 20W.

I got good marks in the college entrance examination, and my grandfather was very happy, with a smile on his face every day in those days.When school started, he insisted on sending me to school and helping me tidy up the dormitory, but he only came one night to help me tidy up. The next day, he saw his old friend again and went home.

All the expenses of my university are paid by my grandfather.

I can't bear to see his hard life every day, but even if I ask him to treat himself better more than once and buy more food for himself, he will always say that he can't enjoy it, save more money... here I save a little more money.

After college, he would always call me and ask me how I was doing in school and when I could have a vacation.After the holiday, he would call me every week to ask me if I wanted to have dinner this week.For the convenience of communication and to pass some daily time, he finally started to learn to use a smartphone, but he has not been able to use it well.

He just learned to make calls in the address book, and to watch news videos on some software, every day.

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The relationship between the parents at home has not been harmonious, and the situation with the grandparents is even worse from childhood.

But different from the other three people, my parents and grandma have friends nearby, friends who can go out to play and eat together, but grandpa does not.

He has always had a bad attitude towards people other than me. When I was in elementary school, I had friends who could play mahjong with me. They were very young. When the situation was good, he only earned 5.6 yuan in an afternoon.But later the mahjong parlor was banned, and his life became monotonous.Perhaps the reason why he picks up trash is also inseparable from the deprivation of his few hobbies.

Many times even I would inadvertently think, isn't my grandfather's lifestyle really tiring?

Until now, I don't know if he is just having fun while suffering.

But I guess it should be?

My mother and grandmother always like to say that he is an iron cock, but he always asks if I have enough money?If it is not enough, you must tell him.

He is always said to have a bad temper and likes to get angry at every turn, but only to me.To be precise, I have gradually matured after high school, and he never reprimanded me, even when my grades were particularly poor in the first two years, and I have not been able to meet his requirements for me to study hard.He would just say, take the exam next time.

I also understand a truth.

Even if grandpa is really sorry for everyone, he will never be sorry for me.

Even if everyone is saying that grandpa is bad, I have absolutely no right to say a word about him.

Since elementary school, he has always liked to say after drinking that he is going to die, or else, he is very afraid of death, what will happen to the world after death?he does not know.

Every time I say it in a joking way, you always say that, aren't you all right?

Until today, when he really let go and left, I didn't see him for the last time.

I should treat him the best, care about him the most, and be the person he cares about the most. When he was lying in the hospital most hopelessly and helplessly, I didn’t see him for the last time, or even hear his voice for the last time. Know his last news.

Tonight, I called my grandma, and the phone was connected, but I didn't speak.

Until she opened her mouth and said that she and grandpa just wanted to spend more time when I went back and didn't want to disturb my exam.

I just said a word.

"How can there be so much time, and how can time be so gentle and obedient."

At that time, my tone was dead, but I knew I had no right to blame anyone, because since 12.27, the state of my teaching resources preparation and my behavior of not calling them again, and my grandfather hoped.

Is consistent.

I was wrong about what I said last.

I also used to think that there was still a long time before I could go home for the Chinese New Year and show off my newly learned cooking skills; that I could pass my teaching qualifications and find a job and officially start a job; that I could get married and start a business in the future, and take my family back to have a look.

This is the first time I have lost a loved one, the person who was the best to me growing up.

I rebooked tomorrow's high-speed train at 6:20 am.

I haven't slept more than 5 hours for three days in a row, and I can't sleep today.

I also cried for so long tonight, and vented my emotions for so long, I hope I can cry less when I arrive at the scene tomorrow.

He doesn't like me crying.