Pokémon: I, Xiaozhi, return to the beginning

When the diary is recorded here, there is a large area of blank pages and deleted pages in the middle, and most of the text has been scribbled and altered so that it is no longer legible, or the owner of the diary has specially crossed out all the contents, the purpose is to make people invisible?

After turning dozens of pages in such a row, Xiao Zhi finally saw the rest of the content, and the rest of the content of the diary that can be read is a change from the usual style.

"In its thirty-fifth year, it's cloudy.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, although we all know that this is the normal state in the world, but when it comes, we find that we are still not ready to meet it... Our physical condition is much worse than before... Recently, at his suggestion, we bought seeds and built a field of flowers, and he was seriously ill and wanted me to bury him in a sea of flowers......

" "Mr. Ghost is still the same as before, nothing has changed... When I see Mr. Ghost, I sometimes can't help but think that although birth, old age, sickness and death are annoying, eternal life alone seems to be even more annoying. I want to go before him, so that there is not so much sadness for me... But it was too cruel for him... I understand, but I can only stay here, we still have unfulfilled dreams, and the dream of making Morinoyokan a world-famous haunted house is not over yet. 」

......

"Rainy day

" "He's gone, and it's just me and Mr. Spectre... Mr. Ghost is as sad as I am, but life goes on anyway... As the number of visitors gradually decreased, it was only at this time that I realized that such a huge Western-style pavilion that was specially built when it was built back then would look so terrifying and dead silent after losing the smell of people... If I hadn't hid in this basement we had built, I would have gone crazy, wouldn't I?"

......

Ash: "......"

Seeing this, Ash put down the diary and was silent.

The beginning of the diary is very different from the style it has so far been, and it is clear that it contains a rough portrayal of a person's life.

The vitality of youth, the yearning for the future.

After maturity, facing life and death, feelings and frustrations about life.

Ash couldn't understand it firsthand, because he was a trainer and his travels would never stop and tie himself to one place, so he shouldn't be able to appreciate the content.

But if you want to imagine it in a different scenario, if he looks at his family and watches his companions die of illness, he should only be more painful... At least Ash thinks he can't sit calmly in one place and write a diary to record his mood when he encounters that situation.

After calming himself down for a while, Ash finally mustered up the courage to flip through the last few pages of the day.

"Rainy day

" "Mr. Ghost and I are still doing what we have been doing, but fewer and fewer people are coming here, and no one is talking about it anymore.

"It's chaotic outside, and Mr. Ghost showed me those scenes... I don't want to go out again. 」

......

"It's supposed to be a rainy day

" "My eyes are already bad... I don't know how much more I can write, and it's just like the diary is coming to an end, so why don't you finish it at this time?"

"It's just... If I stop keeping a diary, I don't think there's anything I can do... No guests, no acquaintances ... Some of them are just Mr. Ghost... And lately I've even lost sight of Mr. Ghost... When I lost my sight completely, I didn't seem to have any meaning in living.

"No, there should still be... Spectre has barely laughed since my husband died, and only after his prank was successful and he smiled when he heard my laughter.

"What is its dream?"

......

"A comfortable day in the sun"

"I'm close to blindness, and I'm just at the end of my diary, and this is the last journal I'll write down.

"My body is getting worse and worse, and I can feel that my days are numbered... My memory is getting worse and worse, I can't even remember my husband's name, I can't even remember my own name, it's really... It's all to blame for being ignorant when I was young, if I hadn't chosen the abbreviation I used when I wrote a diary because I was troublesome.

"I really want to leave... I can tolerate loneliness, but I can't stand the loss of memory... But where is Mr. Ghost going if I'm gone?"

I ......." ......

The diary came to an abrupt end, and there were several traces of the soaked and then air-dried pages of the diary, all of which were recorded on the page of the diary's owner's painful struggles on his deathbed.

It doesn't seem to matter how many years ago this diary is, because—

"At least a few hundred years ago, or a few thousand years ago... The

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

She looked at everything in the basement with a kind and reminiscent expression, and when she looked at the old man's eyes at this moment, she could see that her eyes were so hollow, that she was a blind person at all.

"I miss it. The

old man said slowly in a hoarse voice.

"I can't remember exactly, but I can still feel the familiar smell coming from here... It's dark and damp, but it's reassuring.

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

"How long have you been here?"

"How long...... old man pondered. "I don't know... Time is not so important even in my lifetime, let alone after death. The

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

"I don't remember anything except for some pictures from the past... I just felt as if something was pushing me to do what I was doing, it was gentle and friendly, but I couldn't remember it, I couldn't touch it, I couldn't see what it looked like......"

The old man slowly paced to Ash's side and stretched out his hand to touch Ash's body.

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

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

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