Elf boy in shorts

With the development of human civilization so powerful today, the wild is still a paradise for wild Pokémon, unless it is a trainer with powerful Pokmon, and for ordinary people, the wild is still a forbidden area for life.

"Okay, go ahead, Pokmon Ball!"

He took out the elf ball that he had already prepared from his pocket, and threw it towards Bobo who was unconscious on the forest road with an action he had practiced countless times.

"Whoo~"

He exhaled heavily. His beloved man, who usually appeared very mature and steady in the eyes of his parents, now had a look of nervousness and apprehension on his face.

"Don't worry, wild Pokémon that have lost their fighting ability have a very high success rate of taming them."

Rubbing his beloved's slightly curly brown short hair with his big hands, Mu Muyiren comforted with a silly smile, saying that a beloved who never cried or made trouble since he was a child is really a little childless in his opinion.

Only when the man in front of him stared at the shaking Pokéball with an uneasy look on his face, he felt that his son was really just a 13-year-old boy. In terms of yearning for Pokémon, the man was just like other children, even... …and more than that.

"Du-doo-cheng-"

"Huh... it worked."

The elf ball shook violently twice, and finally let out a pleasant Qingming. The lover touched his chest, and the hanging heart finally fell to the ground. From now on, he also has his own Pokmon.

"I conquered Bobo!"

Picking up the poke ball on the ground, compared with the cold feeling before, the poke ball in his hand is a little warmer at the moment, which makes Liangren feel very at ease. There is already a smile on the face of the person.

"Now that Bobo has been subdued, let's go back quickly. I guess your mother has already bought vegetables. You have to take Bobo to the Pokémon Center later and ask Miss Joey to help treat the injury." Mu Muyiren said with a smile.

"it is good."

I don’t know if it was because they successfully conquered Bobo, but the way back seemed to be easier. I looked at the sun through the forest to find the right direction. Soon the father and son left the forest and got on the old car. Jeep, heading south all the way home.

"School starts in two months. Do you want me to take you to Jinhuang City Intermediate School, Daddy?"

Another cigarette was lit. In this beautiful and pure world, where the average life expectancy of residents exceeds , there seems to be no concept that smoking is harmful to health. Hearing what my father said, my lover moved his eyes away from the elf ball in his hand, and glanced at it. Dad's side face full of beards, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"No, I'm going to help Bobo improve his strength in the past two months, and I've already found a part-time job."

My beloved thought for a while but rejected his father's kindness. Rainbow City is not far from Golden City, and there is a high-speed rail link between the two cities. It takes more than minutes to get there.

He just graduated from Rainbow City Junior School, and now he has his own Pokémon. Compared to going to Golden City to see the school, he feels that it is most important to communicate with Bobo and improve the tacit understanding through some basic training.

"Well, since you said that, forget it, after all, you have had your own ideas since you were a child."

Mu Muyiren exhaled a mouthful of smoke rings, turned his head and glanced at the beloved, a small sense of disappointment flashed in the eyes of this middle-aged strong man, just like what he said, the beloved has been very assertive since he was a child, and Very sensible and not worrying.

But to be sensible, it would be better to say that the beloved has a somewhat indifferent personality. When the other two children in the family wanted to buy something when they were young, they would cry, make noise, and jump up and down. Although it was very noisy, it also made him feel the feeling of a father taking care of children.

But my husband is different. He has not been very talkative since he was a child, nor has he been clamoring to buy snacks or toys. He usually asks to be taken to the library to read. Even if he wants to buy something sometimes, he just points his finger and then doesn't turn his eyes. Staring at him.

Even if sometimes he deliberately refuses to buy and wants to tease him, my beloved will not cry. However, in the next few days, the cigarettes he puts on the cabinet can only be found in the trash basket every time.

A father who wanted to deepen his relationship with his child met a cold-tempered son again.