[Pokemon] 2015 Ghost House

Rolling Bat squatted across from me and seemed to want to hear what I had to say. For example, what happened to me, elves like Plasma Corps who were first captured, randomly abandoned and finally reduced to egg species seemed to be rare.

I remember the blue-eyed trainer's voice piercing through my chaotic youth, and at that moment something fell out of me and made me realize that my days as a wild elf were compressed like a emptiness Bright paper, no wonder the predecessors always told me that once we enter human society, no matter whether we are forced to leave or leave voluntarily... we will never go back.It's a one-way street.

The leaf vine snake once stumbled into the desert.He told me about his lost cowardly trainer.From the news of fluff in the kapok ball across time and space, the story was taboo at the end, and he abandoned his master.In my later life, the experience of drifting alone to the islands around Fanba City was full of tall wild grasses, and I remembered the appearance of the leaf vine snake and his tail pushing through the gaps in the grass. With his arms in circles, he ran all the way into his secret base.

I had been imagining such a scene before coming there.He talked to me about his hometown.When a street sand bell lived in the largest desert in Hezhong.

He said that if he misses me one day, he will go there to find him. Now that I think about it, he probably has the urge to leave long ago.For what it started and for what it ended, I don't know.I did not find him.Other vine snakes there said it left at a young age and never came back.He won't be coming back either.

Rolling Bat looked at me curiously, which was a windfall for him, the street sandbell ordered a cup of coffee and then cleared his throat, I mean, took off those sunglasses.I don't like the reporter trying to look at me through a pair of dark glasses when I was telling a story. It told me that this is its habit. No thought power was used—"Then do you want to hear my story?" I fell silent.

I know that the elves in the plasma group have more or less treasured stories.

At the beginning of the years, we shed enough tears for this, and then we gradually forgot, the pain was washed away by the sea water, until Rolling Bat asked me about these things, I was so proud, took them out like a few treasures, carefully and joyfully Ruokang wants to focus my injury and pain under the flashing light and make it known to the world.I clearly understand the rolling bat.So understand its pain, its plea.

I refused its kindness, and I stopped forcing it to take off the sunglasses, to be honest.I'm not interested in other people's stories.

My trainer picked me because of my supposedly somewhat amazing, rare abilities.However, since you were selected because it helped him become stronger, someone told me, then you have to be prepared to be abandoned by him because of this.After all, there are many excellent elves in the world.

When I was placed in the breeding house, I was still fantasizing about fighting side by side with her, abandoning my existence, my thinking, and my soul, and threw myself on her with all my heart and soul.The championship journey in front of the alliance's tomb quietly draws the dawn, the straight and winding curves are vertical and horizontal, and the opponent's eyes widen in amazement.I was so caught off guard that I wanted to fight, I don't remember the hapless one, it made me feel better, the old lady in the breeding house dragged her aside when the master came, and the tailwind let me hear my name... "That street sand bell...so stubborn."...Silence for a short time..."Perhaps...yes." The master said hesitantly, "I don't know that elf, could it be that it is not old enough? After all, laying eggs... ..."

She then tied a red string to me, and as I left I watched her walk out of the evening sun frozen in flashbangs, and I knew I couldn't think of anything after that, the conversation was over early in the morning.

In Plasma Corps, people seem to rarely talk about their elves, and the elves rarely talk about their trainers-combatants, who used to be trainers but are no longer , I used to have my own elf but no longer. I don’t understand why the short-haired girl always looks tired when she grabs my elf ball in the belt and is the third from the right Li is also reticent about everything on land. 19 years old is a very suitable age to get together and talk about study and love, not "..." and a forced smile.

People seem to abandon their elves and go down this path.At night, I heard that girl call out the name of her former partner in her sleep..."Yezi..."

Rolling Bat told me a lot of things, even if she took out her memories and put them in small bottles every day in an attempt to sort them out, she couldn't help forgetting... At the beginning of the trip, I forgot the advice of my predecessors, including the nightmares. Egg happy day, like one shouldn't expect not to be abandoned, I don't believe I'll be saved...speaking of...

……why.Someone will save me.

I also thought it was a stubborn sunny day, and the gray textured marble floor kissed the light and finally told me... "She is going to the plasma group, atonement. Please let me tell you when she leaves and ask for your forgiveness", but why didn't she Tell me personally.

It happened so suddenly, the girl who used to be high above her knees suddenly kneeled on the ground, I think it was the doomed fate that should not be lamented and depressed, the sun was shining brightly in Goldman Sachs, the eyes were filled with amber liquid, the master shed tears for me, and then wave goodbye.The one who led her away was a young man with green hair, as kind and green as a plant, with vigorous vitality.Rooted in the soil of Hezhong.

Alas... that is life.There is no way.The rolling bat flapped its wings silently and looked at me.Don't you know the rest of it..."Yes. We took you in." It uses take, not please, or invite, or any other verb.This is crucial.We're done.The air has also cooled down embarrassingly, and the humming is no longer there. I look forward to what the rolling bat can say.But he didn't, didn't even want to look at me again.

In the next month, I urged it again and again when it could deliver the manuscript, and published the article I chatted with her... It always perfunctory me with vague "soon, soon".

On this day, I asked the big-mouthed bat on the opposite side to tell the rolling bat that a street sand bell was coming.It stared at me suddenly.It opened its mouth slowly: "No...no need." What? "Just last night the plasma cluster was destroyed. Rollerbat has left." Where did it go? "I don't know." Just disappeared with my story? "...Don't worry, girl, sit back where you were. Someone will come for you."

That's right.Half an hour later, someone opened my cage. It was a girl with short blond hair and a smile like a yellow apricot: "Now, you are free!"

I just found out.For half a year, I haven't seen the sun.Finally, what protruded from the flames was the face of an indistinct green-haired man, and the burning smile of my trainer... I want to ask, have you seen them.

This time it was King Yanwu who was standing next to the girl who answered first - no.You won't see them anymore.Never see them again.

It's right.

It was like a dream. When I woke up, I was still lying on the warm bed in the breeding house, with my daughter sleeping beside me.but me.I can't remember anything.

FIN.