Start as a Pokemon Trainer

Take out your phone.

Open the photo album and find one of the photos, which is a photo of a girl and a dream monster.

Wen Zhi.

There was such a name behind the photo, and finding the little girl in the photo was what the dream monster in the abandoned school asked him to do.

So, it has been so many years.

Ye Chuan looked at the old man who was nearly eighty or ninety years old and couldn't help but think.

"Thank you." The girl looked at Ye Chuan and said, her face full of gratitude. It could be seen that this old man was also very important to her.

"Is this your grandma?" Ye Chuan glanced at the old man.

"No, Grandma Wen Zhi is my grandma's best friend. Don't look at her like this..." The girl looked at the old man and said softly:

"I used to be a strong person."

"Now that her son has come back from other places, he asked me to bring Grandma Wen Zhi back first." The girl said with a smile:

"If it's convenient, can you go back with me? We want to thank you very much. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have found Grandma Wen Zhi so quickly."

"You're welcome, but before going back, can you let me take her somewhere?" Ye Chuan asked.

"This..." The girl hesitated for a moment. She felt that Ye Chuan was not a bad person. After all, if he really wanted to take Grandma Wen Zhi away, he would have done so long ago. After thinking about it, the girl said:

"Okay, where are you going?"

"It's not that far from here, and you happen to have a car." Ye Chuan pointed to the car behind the girl.

About twenty minutes later, Ye Chuan came to the abandoned school again. In the dark environment, the school looked extremely eerie.

Although the girl was curious about why Ye Chuan brought Grandma Wen Zhi here, she didn't suspect anything. She just supported the old man and followed Ye Chuan.

"The old man seems to have forgotten who he is." Ye Chuan said slowly as he walked in front.

"Well, since Grandpa Xiaoju passed away, Grandma Wen Zhi's amnesia has become more and more serious, and she always talks about losing things." The girl said as she helped Grandma Wen Zhi walk.

"Maybe the lost things can be found here." Ye Chuan smiled slightly.

"Really?" The girl blinked.

It took some effort to open the door, and they entered the teaching building. The corridor was very dark at this time. Ye Chuan was still walking forward, just turning on the flashlight of his mobile phone for illumination. The girl looked at his back, and for some reason, she felt very uncomfortable. People are relieved.

What a strange man.

The girl couldn't help but think curiously.

Finally, Ye Chuan came to a familiar classroom and stretched out his hand to open the door.

It was still empty inside, as if there was nothing. When the old man and the girl came here, they just looked at Ye Chuan.

"Come out." Ye Chuan said, looking at a corner of the classroom with light blue eyes that emitted waveguides.

I saw the air over there fluctuate for a moment, and then the dream demon slowly appeared, blinking its round eyes: "Huh?"

"Do you still remember her?" After Ye Chuan finished speaking, he pointed to Grandma Wen Zhi beside him.

The little dream monster tilted its head and blinked at the old man. The next second, its eyes suddenly lit up and it let out a cheerful cry, then circled around Grandma Wen Zhi: "嘤嘤嘤嘤!"

"Ghost-type elf?!" The girl seemed to be frightened, but after seeing Ye Chuan's expression and the elf's excitement, she quickly calmed down. It can be seen that this ghost-type elf has no malicious intent. .

After seeing the dream monster, the old man's originally cloudy eyes gradually became clearer, and he asked in an unbelievable tone:

"Little Dream?"

The dream demon screamed and happily threw herself into the old man's arms: "Hey."

"So that's it. I hope you're fine." The old man's expression was stunned for a while, and then he stretched out his trembling hands to touch the dream monster in his arms. The excitement in her heart also made her eyes red.

"What's going on?" The girl came to Ye Chuan's side and asked in a low voice.

Ye Chuan walked to the table next to him, then reached out and took out the photo from the table, and handed it to the girl:

"look."

Looking at the girl in the photo, she asked curiously: "Is this Grandma Wen Zhi?"

"Um."

"What is this?"

At this time, the old man hugged the dream monster and spoke:

"More than seventy years ago, Xiaomeng and I grew up together and were the closest friends. However, because of the bad luck in our family over the years, everyone put the blame on Xiaomeng and thought it was him. An ominous symbol.”

"One night, when I wasn't paying attention, they sent Xiao Meng and the Poké Ball away. From that day on, I never heard from Xiao Meng again, although I asked many people and searched many places. ,but……"

"Later, when I got married in this city, I thought there was no hope for me anymore, but I didn't expect that I could still see it."

"The Dream Demon seems to think that you will find it one day, so it never leaves here." Ye Chuan said with a smile.

The old man hugged the dream monster, his wrinkled face full of apologies:

"Xiaomeng, I'm sorry."

"Hey!" The dream demon shook his head as if he didn't mind at all, leaving only joy in his heart.

Ye Chuan smiled slightly when he saw this. He felt that the time was almost up, so he turned and left the classroom, not wanting to disturb their reunion.

"Wait a minute." The girl chased after him, then looked at Ye Chuan:

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Yes, we want to thank you very much. You are my benefactor." The old man also walked out slowly and said.

Ye Chuan thought for a moment and said:

"My name is Ye Chuan, a trainer who just passes by."

"Ye Chuan..." the girl muttered. When she raised her head again, she found that Ye Chuan had disappeared into the darkness.

"Let's go." The girl said blankly.

"He's gone." The old man said slowly.

…

Late at night, in a certain mansion.

A middle-aged man in formal clothes rushed into the house and looked around nervously: "Mom?!"

At this time, a familiar yet unfamiliar aroma came from the kitchen. The middle-aged man looked over in disbelief and found an old man wearing an apron, busy in the kitchen. When she saw the middle-aged man coming back, she smiled kindly:

"I'm back. I cooked your favorite preserved egg and lean meat porridge."

The old man's eyes were no longer cloudy at this time, but had a hint of clarity, and his originally messy hair was straightened up.

"Mom, Mom?!" The middle-aged man looked incredulous: "Do you remember?"

"Um."

"Wow, that's great——"

"Really, you are almost sixty, why are you still acting like a child." The old man couldn't help but scolded him when he saw the middle-aged man hugging him.

"I will always be your little child!"

The old man stroked the hair of the middle-aged man in his arms kindly, and looked towards the corner of the house, where a dream monster was screaming happily:

"Hey!"

The old man's eyes were full of tenderness, and he didn't know who he was talking to:

"Welcome home."