Pokémon: I, Xiaozhi, return to the beginning

When the diary is recorded here, there are large blank pages and deleted pages in the middle, and most of the text has been altered and made illegible, or is the owner of the diary specially crossed out all the content, the purpose is to make people invisible?

After turning dozens of pages in such a row, Ash finally saw the rest of the content, and the rest of the diary that could still be read was a different style.

“Thirty-fifth year open, cloudy.”

“Birth, old age, sickness and death, although we all know that this is the norm on earth, but when it comes, we find ourselves still not ready to meet it… Our physical condition is much worse than before… Recently, at his suggestion, we bought seeds and built a flower field, and he was already seriously ill and hoped that I could bury him in a sea of flowers…”

“Mr. Ghost is still the same as before, nothing has changed… Seeing Mr. Ghost’s appearance, I sometimes can’t help but think that although birth, old age, illness and death are very hateful, but the immortality alone seems to be even more annoying. I want to go before him, so that there is not so much sadness for me… But that was too cruel for him… I understand, but I can only stay here, we still have unfulfilled dreams, and the dream of making Morinokan a world-famous haunted house is not over.”

……

“Rainy day

” “He’s gone, and it’s just me and Mr. Ghost left… Mr. Ghost is just as sad as I am, but life goes on anyway… With the gradual decrease in passenger flow, at this time I realized that such a huge Western-style museum that was specially built when it was built back then would look so terrifying and dead after it was not human… If I hadn’t hid in this basement we built, I would have gone crazy, right?”

……

Ash: “…” Seeing

this, Ash put the diary down and was silent.

The beginning of the diary has been very different from the style so far, and it is clearly a general description of a person’s life.

The vitality of youth, the yearning for the future.

After maturity, the parting of life and death, the emotion and frustration of life.

Ash couldn’t see it firsthand, because he was a trainer, and his travels would never stop and bind himself to one place, so he shouldn’t be able to appreciate the contents.

But if you want to imagine it differently, if you look at his family and watch his companions die of illness, he should only be more painful… At least Ash felt that when he encountered that situation, he should not be able to calmly sit in a place and write a diary and record his mood.

After calming himself down for a while, Ash finally plucked up the courage and flipped through the last few pages of the day.

“Rainy day

” “Mr. Onori and I are still doing what we have been doing, but fewer and fewer people come here, and gradually no one is discussing it anymore.”

“The situation outside was chaotic, and Mr. Ghost took me to see those scenes… I don’t want to go out again.”

……

“It should be rainy

” “The eyes are already very bad… I don’t know how much more I can write, just as the diary is coming to an end, why don’t you end it at this time?”

“It’s just… If I stop keeping a diary, there seems to be nothing I can do… No guests, no acquaintances… Some are just Mr. Ghost… And lately I’ve been out of sight even Mr. Ghost… When I was completely blind, I didn’t seem to have any meaning in living.”

“No, there should still be… At the very least, Mr. Ghost should be in a better mood, right? Mr. Ghost has hardly laughed since my husband’s death, and only after his prank succeeds and when he hears my laughter.”

“What is its dream?”

……

“A day when the sun is very comfortable

” “My vision is close to blindness, and the diary is just at the end, which is the last diary I will write down.”

“My physical condition has become more and more depressed, and I can feel that my time is running out… My memory is also getting worse and worse, I can’t even forget my husband’s name, even my own, it’s true … It’s all to blame for not understanding things when I was young, if only I hadn’t chosen the abbreviation I used when I wrote my diary because I was troublesome.”

“I really want to leave… I can tolerate loneliness, but I can’t tolerate the disappearance of memories… But where would Mr. Mononoke go if I left? I…”

The diary came to an abrupt end, and there were several traces of the diary on this page of the diary after the paper was soaked and then dried, and the painful struggle of the diary owner before his death was all recorded by this page.

It doesn’t seem that important how old this diary is, because—

“at least hundreds of years ago, or thousands of years… Is it? The

blue fire shook violently, and only Ash’s shadow was illuminated by the firelight, but behind Ash stood the old man.

With a kind and reminiscing expression, she looked at everything in the basement, and when she looked at the old man’s eyes at this moment, she could find that her eyes were so empty, she was simply a blind person.

“I really miss it.”

The old man said so slowly with a hoarse tone.

“I can’t remember exactly, but I can still feel the familiar smell emanating from here… It was dark and damp, but it made me feel extra at ease.

Ash looked at the old man who was leaning over, pursed his mouth, and thought for a long time before he spoke,

“How long have you been here?”

“How long?” the old man mused. I don’t know… Time is not that important even during my lifetime, let alone after death. The

old man raised his head slightly, as if remembering something, but finally slowly lowered his head.

“I don’t remember anything except some pictures from the Western-style museum… I just feel as if something is pushing me to do what I am doing now, it is gentle and friendly, but I can’t remember it, I can’t touch it, I can’t see its appearance clearly…” The

old man followed the voice and slowly paced to Ash’s side, reaching out to touch Ash’s body.

But the old man’s hand passed through Ash’s body like air.

She is long dead, a ghost who wanders outside the real world.

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