Pokémon: Thunder Shatters the Darkness

Chapter 454 Xiao never stopped for a moment and kept moving forward.

The slightly plump boy had a trumpet tucked between his elbows and a large foam board covered with words between his legs. A big red rose next to his feet was emitting a fragrance.

now.

He was using his only free hand to make a video call with someone.

"Do you regret cutting your hair?"

"regret."

in the screen.

The boy who was touching his red crew cut sighed, his face full of regret:

"I shaved off my handsome hair completely, luckily there was a little hair left, so I quickly dyed it..."

Done.

Zheng Xi turned around and looked in the mirror, a wicked smile on his face: "I didn't expect you to still be handsome."

Behind.

The Fire Rock Rat calmly withdrew his gaze, put down the rag, and began to mop the floor.

"vomit."

"This is boring, Zhang Da. This joke is too old. It's not..."

"vomit."

The boy wiped his mouth, tied up the garbage bag he had vomited in, and put it aside for the time being before looking at his friend on the screen.

now.

Zheng Xi was looking dimly at Zhang Da outside the screen.

Did you really vomit?

Zhang Da looked away awkwardly.

"It's Spring Festival, you won't come back?"

"Can't go back."

Zheng Xi said expressionlessly: "How do we go back? Are we going back to see Yang Xiao's expression?"

"He already looked me in the eye when he was at the Silver level, how can he be any better when he's at the Gold level?"

The end of the conversation.

Zheng Xi's expression suddenly became a little distorted:

"Do you know how I spend my days? My uncle keeps nagging me about his affairs. It's so annoying!"

Zhang Da scratched his cheek and asked doubtfully, "But you really can't compare to him."

bass!

The word "well" appeared on Zheng Xi's forehead.

Behind.

The Fire Rat silently put down the mop, stuffed two pieces of cotton into his ears, then stood on a small stool and began to flip the pot skillfully.

The scrambled eggs with tomatoes in the pot are delicious.

as predicted.

Zheng Xi took a deep breath, leaned back and bowed forward: "You farted!"

Click.

Zhang Da decisively hung up the phone and rubbed his ears: "It's so noisy. I shouldn't have called him."

Just then, there was a sudden commotion around.

Many people quickly rushed to the exit railings, and the airport security personnel blocked them directly as if they had expected it:

"Stop, just stand outside. I won't care about you if you stand outside."

Seeing the situation around him, Zhang Da's eyes widened instantly and he turned to look inside -

A familiar figure was walking slowly towards the outside.

...

Looking at the huge crowd in front of him, the young man was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and waved it slightly.

The crowd exploded.

Densely packed cell phones were pointed in his direction, their flash lights flashing like firecrackers and the noise was so deafening that it made Yang Xiao's scalp tingle.

But he didn't feel repulsed, he just felt a little complicated.

Is this what it means to be homesick?

"Henghai, I love your city the most!"

"Brothers!"

"Welcome home!"

"Yang Xiao, welcome home!"

The boy stopped.

Count your breaths.

He pulled down his mask and smiled widely.

Sudden.

The super loud speaker instantly covers the surrounding sounds.

"The eldest lady is here, please get out of the way!"

"The three-year period has come to an end, welcome Benbolerba back to his position!"

Click.

The horn is pressed to stop.

Zhang Da bared his teeth and shouted:

"What? He is actually the famous Benboerba, who was rejected and told that his fate was in his own hands, and went to the Qingqing Grassland to fight Sister Michun..."

He didn't finish his words, but his voice became smaller and smaller.

Eventually it disappeared completely.

The reason is simple: everyone is looking at him.

Zhang Da also looked at them expressionlessly.

What are you doing?

Didn't the president of Yang Xiao's fan club say that the airport reception should be unique and lively? Why am I the only one who wrote the lyrics and brought a loudspeaker?

Count your breaths.

Someone said unkindly: "Anti-fan?"

"fart."

Zhang Da blushed and immediately pointed at the boy: "We are friends, childhood friends, yes..."

In sight.

The boy ran far away and got into a taxi.

"Master, drive."

Yang Xiao got into the car and hurriedly fastened his seat belt, shouting quickly: "Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry--"

Zhang Da, I can’t do it anymore.

My brother's toes are about to touch the edge, so take a step first.

Again.

Don't forget, don't forget.

...

Everything in the house was the same as before, just covered with a layer of dust.

But luckily he put on a plastic bag when he left.

Looking at these furniture full of memories, the boy put the fruits he bought on the ground and calmly pulled out a chair.

Wiped the dust off it and sat on it.

Everything has changed.

The memory of the days when he worked hard and burned his head on the beam was still vivid in his mind, appearing before his eyes like flashbacks.

for a long time.

The boy picked up the fruit and walked to the inner room.

Open the door.

The old door creaked, and the boy looked at the black and white portrait and the kind old man in the portrait.

The fruits were placed on the table and the incense was lit with a lighter.

After lighting the incense burner, the materialistic young man knelt on the ground and worshiped devoutly.

Then he stood up, took a step back, and searched for something in his bag.

After a while.

"This is a sandalwood brand. It has a refreshing and refreshing fragrance."

"This is a fine iron plate, which means it has been through many trials and tribulations."

"Bright silver, a little valuable, but not much."

"Gold medals are hard currency."

The boy picked them up and laid them out gently one by one: "Grandpa, look, my grandson is already real hard currency."

"This is a medal from the National Two-Provincial Professional Competition. My grandson picked it up by chance."

"These identity cards and this are given to you by my grandson."

The boy slowly raised his head: "Grandpa, there will be more brands in the future."

“More, more, more, more.”

At the end of his words, the boy suddenly lowered his head.

Count your breaths.

"The bag dragon is with Pei Zhilang. Grandson will bring it back to see you before the Spring Festival."

"Don't worry about your grandchildren."

"To this day, Xiao has never stopped and is always moving forward."

Ding dong.

The old bell at the door rang, and Zhang Da's aggrieved voice loomed: "Iron smash!"

"You are not a human being."

Perhaps it was because his voice was too loud that it dispelled the heavy atmosphere in the room.

The boy suddenly reached out and rubbed his face.

"Let's go, Grandpa."

...

"coming."

"I'm not saying anything bad about you, buddy, but it was really wrong for you to leave me there alone. If I hadn't taken out the photos to deal with it, I might have been killed."

"Isn't this a discount?"

"Isn't this just a metaphor? Yang Xiao, this matter is not over yet!"

"Okay, okay, I'll treat you to a meal."

"Then... seafood buffet?"

"Sha County."

"Yang Xiao, you are really me. I found you now..."

"Okay, okay, squid fried rice counts as a buffet."

...

In the house.

The incense burns and the smoke rises.

The half-open window swayed gently, letting in a breeze.

So gentle and cool.