[Pokemon] 2015 Ghost House

1.

As a doctor of elves, I have long been advised not to have too much affection for elves that are bred.Having said that, just like the experience of those interns who were my age on the phone, when I really met it, like this, what my reason told me was overwhelmed by emotion and luck. Keep.As for whether it is better to follow the so-called advice, or like me who made this choice, it is better to leave behind everything that this profession brings to me and requires me—maybe this question has never been found. meaning of its answer.After all, when the butterfly landed on my fingertips and the desert-colored spring came late, the dry air rolled up the sun and dust and choked everyone's eyes, and the heart was filled with light called warmth. I was full of bumps, so I hit the road that was clear a long time ago and I ignored it intentionally or unintentionally until now, and that day was finally broken.From the very beginning, there was no need for me to worry about this choice-related problem, because under such inevitability, I have one and only one road that will be embarked on and named journey.Possibilities don't exist.Just as I was destined to meet that winged butterfly, I must also part ways with my old friend.So far, I shouldn't have hesitated at that moment, but of course there was a difference between me then and now, so his cowardly behavior was gnawing at the teeth, but it could be forgiven.It's a pity that because of this, the poor winged butterfly naturally couldn't avoid such a fate.

So what exactly does an elf doctor do?

In many respects, the work is somewhat similar to the breeder's hut, taking care of the elves that the trainer has no time to take care of, checking the physical condition of those elves, handing over the elves eggs born by the deposited elves to the trainer, or being entrusted by the trainer to deliver The elf egg has been raised to become an excellent fighter.The Golpas Sand Plain where our home is located is inhabited by a large number of rare elves, and the desert is expanding day by day. Such an increasingly harsh environment has somewhat brought difficulties and risks to the survival of these elves. The "doctor" is a wishful request of the alliance, and in a sense a breeder is no different from an elf doctor. At least if my parents travel, they can't receive the "doctor's card" but can get one. "Breeder Examination Passed" certificate.It is also worth mentioning that since the Golpas Sand Plain is a combination of desert and wasteland, the yellow sand that fills the sky day and night will not be favored by any trainers, so it is probably due to the environment. The reason is that the number of trainers that can be seen coming and going is really limited.And compared to saying that our elf station is amazing medical skills and well-bred, which sounds like nonsense, I think there is no way to earn repeat customers. Weary and dying people in the desert are enough to suspect that it is a miracle like a mirage-it is such an embarrassing and embarrassing identity to attract customers.

So when the man wearing sunglasses frequently appeared at our door, my parents and I were almost surprised.He took out two purple butterflies that I hadn't seen before and deposited them here, and asked us to call him when they gave birth to elf eggs.However, the date when he should take it away is delayed again and again.Because of the scarcity of customers, we also accepted the commission to hatch and cultivate elf eggs into butterflies.Insects are relatively simple from breeding to hatching to cultivation, so a girl who just turned 12 was lucky enough to be allowed to take care of elf eggs.It should be said that this is the first time I have cultivated an elf independently from an elf egg, so the winged butterfly, which I secretly named Luozi later, has a special meaning to me.

He took Luozi away one morning.The place where the desert is adjacent to the wilderness is about to usher in the rainy season, and the humid wind in the air has brought good news to us and the elf who helped us. Came over without saying hello.Lhotse has a pair of desert-patterned wings. When it flies, it almost hides in the wilderness. This is different from its parents. People in the desert are used to the colors of the desert. It is the same elegant and auspicious purple as its parents. This rare purple can remind us of flowers that bloom in the wilderness in the rainy season, but unfortunately it does not have it.Even with just a pair of mediocre desert-colored wings, I think I still like it, after all the time I've spent with it.My parents looked at me worriedly by the pillar beside me. I knew they were really worried about my upcoming separation.I think they may be right, I am a little sad, but so what, I know that I am an elf doctor, a breeder, I know that I should face all encounters and separations calmly and firmly, I know that for most elves, I am just a passer-by in their lives, and I also know that the moment I choose to become an elf doctor, I have already ushered in such an ending.So I should have nothing to fear.

However, the scorching air fanned by Luozi's wings made me think of every corner of the room where this air used to flow, including it was a small insect that wriggled and knocked over the corner of my cup, including me Sitting with it in my arms looking at the corner of the moon, including the corner where it spit worm silk on my face and made me angry.I knew I was the only one who was with three of its four stages, like parent and child, I thought.The black eyes fell on me through the sunglasses, and I showed a standard smile with a piercing heart. I took Luo Zi to the shadow behind and secretly wiped away the hot tears. I wanted to tell her something but was decadent. I didn't say it, but it bit my hand lightly and looked happy.

I should have nothing to fear.

It's just a small punishment for breaking the rules, and I should have known it earlier.

An elf doctor shouldn't expect that.It's a pity that when I watched it staggering behind its owner, and flew out of my sight with its unique attitude of preferring the left wing to be lower than the right, I still had to feel sad.I know it will fade out of my life, just as I will fade out of it.It's like a mother watching her child disappear into the distance with her luggage on her back, like the wilderness disappearing into the desert.

It's just a bit of a pity that the poor thing thought it would at least look back at her again.

But it doesn't.

2.

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Every elf doctor has to go through a night riddled with time and memories, especially the elf doctor in the desert.Because the number of elves and elves-related events we have come into contact with is too small compared to people in other regions, so no matter how many years of work, the seniors may be naive compared to the rich colors outside like a child.On more than one occasion, I was told by my parents that I was too naive, when I was holding a Pichu with a common disease of electrical control failure, basking in the unobstructed sun on the edge of the artificial fill garden.Before this, the fact that I gave a crystal chain from my collection to this Pichu just came to light. I knew it was difficult for our family to afford this kind of gift, but I stubbornly spent my savings on it. A black-bellied businessman from the neighboring town of Bayer.

"It's already so big, why do I still like to do it like this. But the Pichu you gave the chain will leave you after all, and it's just a role to take care of for two months, a master it misses day and night A substitute for it. Your kindness to it will eventually be reckoned on its owner's head, but you are forgotten and nothing left."

At that time, I slammed the door angrily and went back to my room. I didn't notice that my mother's expression was too complicated compared to the anger. The water made by rubbing too much emotion was far more dirty than its appearance. They were bright and bright before they melded into a repulsive color—Mother cared about me, loved the elves she cared for, loved her career, and had to compromise with this habitual indifference.I think I know my mother is kind, so when I really calmed down, I immediately regretted it.And when I opened the door to apologize, she bowed first, I don't understand why she looks so strange, and when I saw her dark blue eyes, I think I understand that it is better to apologize to me Seeing more is a kind of determination.

It's just that I don't understand what this determination means.

As early as when our family became rich because of the man in the sunglasses and swiped our savings into the center of the wasteland near Bayer Town, the largest town here, the man in the sunglasses himself tore up such a cooperative relationship.He has regrets about our move, but he seems to comfort himself that the cooperation for so long is justified anyway.In the end, I left my house without looking back.Since then, at the age of 17 in my life, the man in sunglasses, together with the butterflies flying around him, fell into the depths of the earth like a dream locked by a glass ball and faded out of my memory.After that, the children born from the two purple butterflies that he didn't take away all evolved wild green wings. Green and purple butterflies flew over the white roof of my house from time to time. It is related to the environment where it is located, just like weeds - as for knowing that this is not the case, it depends on the air we breathe at the beginning of life. It is a long time later. Children often rush to see such colorful pictures Come on, often I should be proud or show off at this time, but it seems that I can't do it for butterflies alone.

Some people have said that this is not a unique phenomenon here. Many breeders or elf doctors I know have this problem more or less.They still have a heart for an elf they once raised, but they know that they will not have such a chance to meet them again.But it's a bit too self-righteous to say that - aren't breeders and doctors the ones who do these things?They should have never expected a trainer-like relationship with elves, after all, they were never the great ones who gave elves the difference from wild elves.

Although his words are not unreasonable, this kind of straight-forward straightforwardness inevitably does not cause embarrassment. I heard a breeder friend on the communicator complain that it is natural to feel that others give emotion but not be grateful. When I asked how he responded, I faltered - I think so, if it was me, if I couldn't control my mouth when I was emotional, what would I say:

"Speaking of which, it is the most unbelievable thing to isolate the breeder profession alone. Let the breeder be responsible for the elves of the trainer, but the elves of the trainer are occupied by the trainer alone. The trainer seems to have lost us in the process. To think of it as the single most important ability to 'train'—that sounds absurd."

But what is this - there was a long silence from the other end of the communicator, people were speechless but connected with each other, the trembling sound of him holding the communicator flowed sparsely like the reverberation of being torn, all The young elf doctor and breeder started from countless different places and returned to the same place. In the distance of this road, they saw the shadows of strange mourners. They walked alone like me, with only the wind blowing beside them. Yes, the voice of the elves—we hate the work of breeding as if denying ourselves, and are lured into a trap to shout out the truth that we should not exist—but the fact is that everyone has a reason to exist, and Self-denial is the source of all despair.I think my friend must also be aware of this, so the anger was silently extinguished like it was stuck in the throat.He told me, do you want to go to the town of Bayer in the center to have a cup of coffee together? He has something to tell me.Thinking about the money I paid Pichu to buy the chain, I wanted to refuse but heard the words "I treat you".Like me, his family should not be able to withstand a few extravagances. I faintly thought of my mother's apology not long ago, and suddenly realized that there always seemed to be some similar meanings.The friend also seemed to hold some kind of determination.His determination, and that of my mother, affected my poor, unsteady dreams for a long time.

As I said, the riddled holes that were damaged by memories at night turned into a sponge-like structure to bear the tears that fell from the sky.The vague melancholy of the day was suddenly cooled by the cold of the night, saturated with rainwater absorbed by the floppy holes.At that time, five years had passed since the incident of Luozi, and it was the greatest miracle that Luozi’s name was still remembered—I thought I would forget them, just like they forgot me.In the past five years, I have bid farewell to no less than a hundred elves. This was a bad business before we moved, and now I will face more.I think I have achieved what my parents expected, from being as lost as falling into the sky, and even my strength was taken away by the elves, to being almost indifferent now that I am sometimes sad——My parents shook their heads for the occasional offense I feel helpless but can indulge my childishness. As for me-I know I can't go back.Although this is indeed fulfilling the wishes of my parents, but from my own point of view, it is really hard to say whether I am willing to make such a change or not.The moment the dream came, I thought I was close to the answer, but the next day I sent the Pichu with my chain back to its owner, and watched the trainer pull the chain off and throw it away contemptuously. Into the bag, I guess he might have to go to the next town to sell it, but there is no such thing as anger and betrayal.I shook my head and said nothing about the expected thing. I walked all the way to the backyard and found that my heart did not fluctuate because of it. All of this was not only tolerable but even got used to it——I sighed and expressed my incomprehension I was thinking about something myself.But life in the wasteland is still so easy. Business and daily life are much easier than in the desert. Before the rainy season comes, I know we still have two months to go. Come back, there is no extra time for me to think about it.

So together with the butterfly-colored dream, a certain illusory attic in the sky disappeared silently.The sand has buried the entrance to the spur, apparently not yet.In the distance, I heard someone approaching with an elf.In summer, the shop specially prepared iced cold drinks, and red or green butterflies landed on the eaves.The sand crunching under the shoes—not much of a sound in itself.

TBC.