Pokémon: What should I do? My father-in-law always wants to tear me apart

"Well."

Lin Yi nodded slightly, with a determined look on his face, and strode towards Gardevoir.

When he got closer, he raised his hand and gently patted Gardevoir's shoulder. The touch was soft yet firm.

Under Gardevoir's nervous and anxious gaze, Lin Yi raised his chin slightly and spoke slowly:

"I can help you, but you have to think about it afterwards. How about being my Pokémon?"

"Shauna?"

Gardevoir seemed to have heard something beyond imagination. Its eyes widened in astonishment, its long eyelashes trembling violently. It raised its head quickly in surprise and looked straight at Lin Yi, as if trying to find out the truth from his face.

"I just asked you to think about it, you don't have to agree."

Seeing this, Lin Yi hurriedly added explanation in a calm and sincere tone, with a faint smile on his lips, trying to calm Gardevoir's emotions.

In fact, ever since Lin Yi was badly defeated twice by Li Xiyue's Kirlia in the Little Phoenix Cup, he had developed a strong desire to capture a psychic-type Pokémon.

The Gardevoir in front of him obviously did not belong to any trainer, and it was of a very high level. The energy fluctuations emanating from its body demonstrated its extraordinary strength. If he could successfully subdue it, it would be a dream come true for him.

"Shanai..."

After hearing Lin Yi's words, Gardevoir's expression suddenly became complicated and unclear. There was hesitation and entanglement in his eyes, as well as a hint of struggle. Many emotions surged like a tide.

"Give you some time to think about it. You don't have to reply now."

Lin Yi seemed to see through its thoughts and waved his hand generously, indicating that it didn't need to worry too much about the decision at the moment.

Then, he slightly turned sideways and cast his gaze towards the tombstone standing quietly in the corner. A hint of curiosity and doubt flashed in his eyes, and he asked softly:

"So, whose tomb is this?"

The tone was gentle, as if afraid of disturbing the peace of the place.

……

In that distant past, Gardevoir was just a small Ralts, living alone in the mountains and forests.

Since it was born, it has never felt the warm embrace of its parents or the careful protection of its relatives.

To this fragile cub, the dangerous forest is like a cruel test of survival. Every dawn means the beginning of a new round of unknown hardships.

In the depths of Larulas's young mind, humans seemed like the embodiment of nightmares.

Those figures standing upright and walking in a hurry always suddenly appear in its field of vision, accompanied by the screams of their companions in the forest.

They were seen holding strange-looking tools, brutally abducting Pokémon one by one and taking them to a mysterious and terrifying unknown place.

When the older Pokémon talked about those humans, their tone was full of resentment and sadness, and they contemptuously called them "poachers." It was rumored that the Pokémon who were captured were tortured in a dark place and eventually died miserably, without exception.

Although Larulas has a weak body, he is born with the skill of teleportation. With his innate agility and cleverness, he has successfully escaped from the poachers' nets time and time again.

It was fully confident that as long as it was alert enough, it would never have any contact with those hateful humans for the rest of its life.

However, the trajectory of fate changed ruthlessly.

On a dark night with raging winds, rolling inky clouds and roaring thunder, misfortune follows closely.

A vicious poacher, leading a group of large wolfhounds with fierce green eyes and sharp fangs, spread out in a fan shape and forced Larulas into a desperate situation.

Its physical strength had already been overdrawn, and it was exhausted after the intense run, and its steps were weak and staggering.

In a panic, it suddenly slipped and fell into a hidden quagmire. The thick mud was like a hungry swamp monster, swallowing its slender body in an instant.

Larulas struggled desperately in fear, his limbs flapping wildly, but it was in vain. His body sank faster as it was swallowed by the quagmire, and the shadow of death surged towards him like a black tide.

Just as Larulas was gripped by the quagmire of despair, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he almost gave up hope of living, a flashlight beam as sharp as a sword decisively cut through the thick inky darkness.

"Are you OK?"

A clear and concerned inquiry, like the sound of nature, dispelled the dead silence around.

I saw a girl in a raincoat appearing lightly at the edge of the quagmire.

Her name is Guangmei. She is a new forest ranger who has just arrived in this forest but is full of enthusiasm.

From morning sun to evening shade, from cold to hot, Guangmei travels through the winding paths of the forest every day, patrolling tirelessly and carefully guarding the ecological balance of the forest, not allowing any malicious destruction or intrusion.

At this moment, seeing the miserable scene of Larulas struggling in the quagmire, Guangmei was extremely anxious. A trace of determination flashed in her eyes. She jumped without hesitation and stepped into the turbid quagmire.

The mud quickly covered her legs, and every time she lifted her feet forward it seemed like a thousand pounds of weight, but she gritted her teeth, stretched her hands forward, and used all her strength to get closer to the panicked Larulas little by little, and finally grabbed its petite body tightly, pulling it back from the brink of death.

After getting ashore, Guangmei didn't care that she was soaked and covered in mud. She squatted down quickly and gently stroked Larulas's slightly trembling head. She murmured softly, trying to comfort the frightened little guy with gentle words.

Larus was still filled with fear. He was ignorant and had no idea what a forest ranger was. In his narrow understanding, the Guangmei in front of him was just a human being whom he avoided and who brought him disasters repeatedly. He was a terrible existence that could hurt him at any time.

Its instincts were screaming wildly, driving it to instantly teleport away from here and away from this unknown danger.

But in that split second, it seemed as if it had been cast under a spell, unable to move.

Just because of the beautiful light in front of him, even though his cheeks were covered with dirty mud and his hair was messy and stuck to his forehead, he looked disheveled.

However, the tenderness overflowing in those clear eyes was like the warm sunshine of spring, shining directly into the most secret corner of its heart.

Feeling the warmth from Guangmei's fingertips, Larulas' tense body gradually relaxed. He stopped struggling in vain and quietly nestled in Guangmei's warm arms.

Guangmei carefully brought Larulas back to her temporary wooden house in the mountains.

The wooden house was indeed simple and rustic, with walls made of rough logs, and cool breezes coming through the gaps. There were few furnishings in the house, but under the dim light, it exuded a reassuring warmth and security.

Guangmei carefully brought a clean and soft towel for Larus, being so gentle as not to hurt it. She carefully wiped the mud and dirty stains on its body, and then skillfully lit a blazing bonfire.

The jumping flames illuminated Larulas's eyes red, and the warmth spread like ripples, dispelling the bone-chilling coldness in its body.

Larus huddled beside the fire, timidly looking at Guangmei's busy figure, an unprecedented wonderful feeling inexplicably welled up in his heart, as if ripples were quietly appearing on the surface of an ice lake.

It slowly realized that the human girl in front of it was completely different from the vicious and evil human images it had imagined in the past.

Guangmei's kindness gave it a new understanding of humanity.