Team villains except me

Garcia's life was a half-written poem.

The first half has gorgeous words and unique rhymes, but when it comes to an abrupt end, there are only ink spots thrown out by the pen.

Standing in the way was the death of Garcia's grandfather.

Garcia never felt that there was any "unfortunate" in his life before his grandfather passed away, although he often heard some people say that he was pitiful, weak, pale, and did not look like a normal child, that he had no parents, was an abandoned baby, and lived a hard life with his elderly grandfather after being picked up.

Garcia does not think that this is a misfortune. He is lucky every moment with his grandfather. His grandfather is very good to him and his grandfather is his only relative.

His grandfather doted on him.

He had no idea to what extent this unspeakable warmth was doting until his grandfather died. It was only after his grandfather's sudden death that he realized how difficult it was for adults to adapt to the world.

My grandfather's decline was almost instantaneous.

In Garcia's eyes, his grandfather was always tall and could shield him from all the dark clouds and rain. So he didn't know that his grandfather was also very fragile and it was difficult for him to stand up again after falling down.

The days when I took care of my grandfather were musty and it always rained. The plants outside the window looked sickly and lifeless. The sun had been gone for a long time, and my grandfather's room was filled with an uncontrollable dampness.

Garcia did everything he could, but in the end he couldn't keep his grandfather.

Garcia always went to far away places to bring lovely flowers. He wiped the dew off the flowers to make them as bright as the sun. He dried the bedding repeatedly to drive away the moisture in the room - he prayed to the sky, kneeling in the soft mud and muttering "Please don't rain".

But the rain never stopped.

It was dripping and sticky, like an unbreakable shackle.

This seemingly endless rain seemed to be devouring his grandfather's vitality, and Garcia could only watch his grandfather slowly approach the end of his life.

Human beings are fragile like this. Life always has its own length.

Garcia knew that his grandfather was struggling for him, breathing hard to stay with him for a while. He watched and listened, and felt sad no matter how he thought about it. He wanted his grandfather to stay with him, but he didn't want his grandfather to suffer so much.

That was the first time Garcia felt that life could be so difficult.

Later the rain finally stopped.

The sun was so bright and warm like a leaping flame, exposing the coldness of the past few months. Grandfather seemed to be getting better. Garcia looked at his grandfather's ruddy face happily and felt that the haze that had been weighing on his heart was about to disappear.

Grandfather stroked his head and saw his sunken eye sockets and hands covered with scars from not knowing how to cook. Grandfather said sorry to him many times.

Garcia didn't think his grandfather needed to apologize, and he excitedly asked his grandfather what he wanted to eat.

Grandfather didn't answer. He seemed to have realized something, and he told Garcia very seriously two things that he had cared about in his long life.

It is the "Angel Wings" organization and the forest witch called "Zhu Si".

Grandfather just told him, but didn't ask him to bear all these, because he was the one that Grandfather cared about the most.

His grandfather doted on him and never asked him to take on any responsibilities. After telling him these two things, he kept talking about people and things that could help him. His grandfather left many paths for him, and these paths could lead him straight to a bright future.

"What about Angel Wings?"

Garcia asked his grandfather.

He could see that his grandfather cared about it, but his grandfather's care for him overshadowed this matter. He felt that he had grown up a lot, and he could continue this tradition - this was his family, his family, and his family heritage. His great-grandfather founded the "Angel Wings" organization, his grandfather maintained the organization, and in the end it was his turn to take over the "Angel Wings".

"No, Garcia, my child, this is a responsibility that will bind you. Someone else will take over Angel Wings, you don't need to worry... What you need to worry about is the teacher you are about to meet and the school I have chosen for you..."

Grandfather started coughing.

Garcia patted his grandfather's back gently to help him breathe more easily. He was silent and felt a little unwilling.

"Then...what about the forest witch named 'Zhu'? If I can meet her in the future and she is in trouble, do I need to help her?"

Grandfather paused.

"That lady...she shouldn't need help. But if she is really in trouble, Garcia, help her without affecting yourself. She is a relative of Lady Zhuwei."

Garcia knew Spider Vine. It was his grandfather's grandmother.

"Is she also our relative?"

"...That depends on what that adult thinks."

Grandfather coughed heavily.

The cough echoed in Garcia's mind for a long time because his grandfather collapsed again very suddenly.

The sun is shining brightly outside the window.

With cold hands and feet, Garcia hurried out to find the therapist who was treating his grandfather, and with expectant eyes, he forced the therapist to tell him the good news that he could understand.

But the healer just shook his head. The healer looked at him with pity, and no matter how he begged, showed weakness, or swore, the healer shook his head helplessly.

Garcia understood. Garcia lay beside his grandfather's bed all night, waiting for the omnipotent god in the bedtime story his grandfather told him to appear.

Then Garcia realized that stories are just stories.

On another rainy day, my grandfather opened his eyes after not being awake for a long time. He was very weak and his voice was as light as a feather.

Garcia knew that this was probably his grandfather's last moments.

Garcia shed silent tears as he listened to his grandfather talk about how he found him.

"…It was a sunny day. When I carried you back home, all the flowers I had planted that had refused to bloom finally blossomed. You had been crying, but when you saw the flowers, you smiled."

Grandfather turned his head with difficulty and looked out the window.

It rains continuously.

His grandfather's voice touched Garcia's heart.

"...I really want to see the flowers bloom..."

Garcia had no idea that his grandfather wanted to go back to the day he first met him.

Garcia just thought, it would be nice if it was sunny now. But even if it was sunny, the flowers in the garden would have rotted in the soil long ago without the care of his grandfather and soaked in rain for a long time.

If only the flowers could bloom. If the flowers could bloom, would my grandfather be happy when he leaves?

Garcia thought, even for a second, even if it was just some kind of illusion—

The red and purple colors suddenly appeared outside the window. The flowers were so lush that they almost stretched out in the sun.

It was raining heavily, but the flowers were so beautiful that they overshadowed the gloom.

Garcia thought his grandfather would be happy. But instead of looking at the phantoms of the flowers, his grandfather turned his head with difficulty and looked at him with shock and worry. But his grandfather couldn't say anything.

Grandfather is gone.

Grandfather walked away looking into his eyes, and the reflection of the blooming flowers was still in his eyes.

It took Garcia a long time to realize that the flowers that suddenly appeared were not a gift from God.

It's his wood magic.