Time slowly fades away in their respective eyes, and everything will return to square one again! is like a small jar now, casting an attached and reluctant gaze, sending off the girl who is falling and sounding, and secretly sad.

It's just that he doesn't know that he has to hold a few more leaves to see her appearance clearly!

Because, about ten minutes ago—

I thought that the relationship between the two had turned peaceful, but I didn't expect that the small pot would not be opened, and the whole thing of today would be revealed.

Even the marriage contract is not shy about it.

Therefore, it is conceivable that Bai Qian was convinced. The indifference is as cold as cold water, cold as frost, and the face is as thin as a veil of lips.

Before Xiao Can could even say the words he kept, she went straight past Xiao Can's eyes and rushed in the direction of the Botanical Garden.

It seems that his eyes are still red, and his thin body is a little sobbing in the wind.

Sunset kisses her hair, resting on her red and white striped hairpin, making her look even more haggard.

However, Xiao Can didn't know what he had done wrong and caused such a big change. It's clear that I'm a victim myself, and I'm kept in the dark.

Could it be the sentence "I'll raise you" just now!

Bah! It's "I'll help you find the Stone of the Sun, raise the stinky flowers, and return to your hometown!" ”

However, this is also a promise I made to Grandma Lily. The gentleman said that the horse is difficult to chase, so the small can will definitely rely on this aspect in the future.

It's just that after saying this, Bai Qian walked away without saying a word. But she glanced at the sunflower monster walking slowly behind her, and her heart became even colder when she smiled and cried.

So, he was left alone to face the grief of Xiao Can, thinking about his own mistakes and getting into trouble.

It seems that the little can didn't even have time to collect the Poké Ball into the Sunflower Monster, and Bai Qian already knew that the Pokémon he saved that shouldn't be saved was the culprit of everything.

But perhaps when she returned home or on this long journey, she would have thought clearly how terrible and abominable her thoughts were.

All of this is just a sin of one's own desires! Pokémon, how could they know that the human world would be so complicated and so enduring.

If you want to blame yourself, you can't blame yourself for being incompetent, and you can't be tortured by a small family trial. So secretly becoming stronger is the best choice!

Of course, it would be great if the small jar could also come...

Bury your mind in the bottom of your heart, pretend that no one knows!

……

Time is still moving, and people will not stop.

After a long time, the wind pushed, but the strong wall in the heart of the small tank became more and more stable. Perhaps it was this inexplicable blow and the frustration of the previous fight against the Bigmouth Sparrow that made Xiao Can's heart fall in love with adventure even more violently.

"Whew~"

He no longer looked at the girl wrapped in Asakusa, and his mind was sad. Instead, he took a deep breath and turned his head to pat Kentael, and went to the place where his dream started!

Because he's ready for something new!

"桀~"

The finches without a leader scattered into a disaster, and as soon as they woke up, they rolled up a strong wind and vented their loneliness.

However, Xiao Can didn't know what was happening later, because he had already arrived home early!

When the smell of milk came to his heart, the familiar sense of security made Xiao Can feel at ease, and he jumped off Kentyro and walked forward, without a trace of hesitation, like a Pokémon battle in the wild.

"Squeak" pushed open the door, and saw the yellow light inside swaying. The figure of the big and small was born longingly, it was my sister's anxious anxiety, probably waiting for the small can, for it.

However, as soon as she heard the sound outside the door, she and the people sitting at the table fell silent. It's so quiet that the movement of my father's pretending to drink water can be heard clearly, and it's so quiet that the wind and candlelight dancing can feel it clearly.

"I... I am back! ”

Before the door could be pushed open, the sound of a small can of air came first. But as soon as he entered, everyone's faces changed!

Not only were the people inside the door stunned, but the people outside the door were also as heavy as monstrous thunder, rumbling in everyone's hearts and becoming the focus.

"Bilibili~"

"Oh~~"

"Ahem~"

Because the little can released the sunflower monster and them, he chose to face the reality from the beginning and prepare himself on the way back.

He finally decided to take his first step, a big step in life.

The Pokémon were crowded at the door, did not come in, but while waiting, they made their voices and familiarized themselves with the environment.

So, time doesn't stand still.

But the people in the house stopped!

First, the collective changed from an indescribable smile to a stunned panic; and then to my sister's personal gaze questioning, with a strange nod of affirmation; Then it became the glass of water in the air, the black eyes like a sword piercing the lightning ball that the small jar had not had time to retract, and the Pokémon smiling face behind the night.

But it's just beginning to be embraced.

Xiao Can couldn't bear it, and in the face of the silent air, he began to speak tentatively.

"Dad, I'm sorry!"

"I'm kind of looking for the outside world."

But he still behaved extremely timid in front of his father Damu as usual, and his words were not happy enough.

The light is like day, and when it envelops each other's bodies, it is cool, as dull as breathing, but it is impossible to resist the sense of security it brings.

The air is as calm as ever!

Da Mu didn't speak, and her sister Mianmian didn't dare to say anything, because of the grievances she had suffered during the day, she naturally didn't dare to offend her father's nameless bottom line.

It's just that although she knew that something must have happened to her brother today, she suddenly had such a strange move, but she didn't expect things to come so quickly and so violently.

When the teacup in Omaki's hand slowly fell on the table, he raised his head and met the eyes of the small can. When they looked at each other, they felt the enthusiasm and desire in his heart.

When he looked at the small jar that returned in the evening, Damu knew that things were not so simple.

Because of his son, who is usually lively and free, he looks a little distorted in his eyes at this time and can't let go of his hands and feet.

It wasn't until the little can got closer and his face was not as good as usual that Damu was sure of what he was thinking. But fortunately, Xiaocan is still honest, and took the initiative to admit everything that returned tonight, and also showed those newly accepted Pokémon, waiting for sanctions.

"Whew..."

In the still, unforgiving environment, only the sound of the canister intertwined with the breath of others.

"Hmm..."

Omaki didn't speak, he didn't get angry, and his expression didn't change. This probably means that he didn't agree or refuse, but he was simply waiting for the little pot that had grown up a lot now, what he thought in his heart.

"I'm not alone, I still have them!"

"Don't worry, I'll protect myself."

Seeing that the people in the room still didn't move, the small jar simply stiffened his head.

What erupted from the small body was a powerful force, which was exciting and at the same time, it also made the rhythm of the small can also get on the right track.

It's just that as soon as the word "they" came out, Damu automatically locked on the target, and once again put his puzzled gaze on the sunflower monster, but this time, there seemed to be an extra layer of water curtain in his eyes, shaking in the light and not guessing the meaning.

But the shepherd still did not speak, but turned to lower the curtain, and his eyes were shining again, wanting to watch the next move of the little can, waiting for the storm to come or the loneliness of the night.