bestfiction Chapter 412 Farewell, old friend.
Chapter 412 Farewell, old friend.
There isn't much plot in the video; it's mostly action scenes.
What are they playing?
It was a scene of Li Luochen commanding Dark Lugia to beat up Palkia and Dialga, with Wang Luo and Giratina watching from the sidelines, and Giratina even clapping and cheering.
The video ends with Palucia and Dialga losing.
"The video ends here, Li Luochen. Are you willing to believe me now?"
Wang Luo put away his phone, clutched his chest, and swore, "I guarantee that everything I've said is true. We haven't seen each other for a hundred years. If you, Li Luochen, are unwilling to trust me, I can understand. After all, it was indeed my sudden arrival."
Listening to Wang Luo's speech, Li Luochen was at a loss for words.
Wang Luo's remarks were so sincere.
It's the kind of thing where the emotions are genuinely expressed.
"Alright, alright, since we're good brothers, besides catching up, what else did you come here for?"
Li Luochen was a little confused about Wang Luo's purpose in coming here. If it was really just to see him, why did he have to come now of all times?
"It's nothing, I was just a little curious about your current situation. I was thinking of bringing you some local specialties from the Xicui region, but considering that your wife hasn't arrived in reality yet, it's better for the two of you to share them, so I just came to visit you."
In short, Wang Luo came empty-handed.
"Ahem...Which wife are you talking about? The one from the Xicui area?"
Li Luochen coughed lightly and quickly welcomed Wang Luo in: "Come in and tell me, I'll make you a cup of tea."
"You still love drinking tea so much."
Wang Luo smiled too.
After sitting down on the sofa, while Li Luochen was making tea, Wang Luo told him about some things that had happened in the past: "When you were in the Greenland region, you received invitations from various places to suppress many boss Pokémon. During this time, you and Miss Shell from Team Pearl fell in love and naturally got together."
"I see... there's only one pearl shell?"
Li Luochen countered with a question.
Wang Luo: ?
Li Luochen's question completely baffled Wang Luo.
"You...didn't you say you wouldn't get close to women, and that one would be enough?"
Wang Luo earnestly retorted, "You told me that yourself, so how come... you changed your mind later?"
Li Luochen pointed to himself: "You're asking me?"
Wang Luo nodded: "Another inch."
"Uh... well..."
Li Luochen shouldn't know how to explain it.
Does this mean that Zhu Bei is the only girl who is popular with me in the Xicui area?
That shouldn't be the case, right?
"However, you made a lot of good friends in the Xicui area. Besides me, Gangshi from the Kongo team is also one of your best buddies."
When talking about Gangshi, Wang Luo's tone became noticeably regretful: "He is the only one from our original Xicui group who has descendants in the present world."
"I see..."
Li Luochen felt a little sad, but couldn't quite put his finger on where this sadness came from.
It came without warning, like a fallen leaf drifting down from some tree, gently landing on his heart, yet making him feel a little breathless.
He subconsciously closed his eyes, and some images inexplicably surfaced in his mind.
Of the four people, one ended up staying in Xicui forever...
Sigh, the theory of lifespan.
The tea was freshly brewed and steaming hot.
White mist rose from the rim of the cup, weaving a thin veil between the two.
The tea leaves slowly unfurl in the boiling water, sink to the bottom, and release an amber-colored tea liquor.
Wang Luo glanced down at the cup of tea. The tea soup was clear, and the tea leaves were uniform. It was indeed a top-quality Tieguanyin.
A rich orchid fragrance wafted up, swirled in the quiet air, and then dissipated.
He stood up, the chair leg scraping lightly on the floor.
"I just brewed this tea, it's top-quality Tieguanyin, why don't you have some before you leave?" Li Luochen didn't stop him, but simply picked up his own cup and blew away the foam.
"There's no need to taste it, since I've already had some."
Wang Luo stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the still steaming cup of tea, and a slight smile curved his lips.
The smile was faint, like the last ray of sunshine in winter—warm, but fleeting.
"I have enjoyed this rich and sweet flavor before. This kind of delicate sweetness belongs to the past and the future, not to the present."
He turned and walked towards the gate.
As he approached the door, Wang Luo paused for a moment.
Half of his face was visible in profile.
Half of it is in the light outside the door, and half of it is in the shadow inside the room.
The expression on half of his face wasn't very clear, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was still there.
"I have some matters to attend to regarding my descendants. Farewell."
The door opened.
A breeze rushed in from outside, causing tiny ripples to spread across the tea on the table.
The heat was carried away by the wind, and the aroma of tea filled the room.
Wang Luo stepped out the door without looking back.
The door closed.
Li Luochen remained seated, looking down at the untouched cup of tea in front of him.
The steam was still rising, and wisps of white mist were rising. The tea leaves had completely sunk to the bottom, lying quietly at the bottom of the cup, as if they were asleep.
He picked up the cup of tea and took a sip.
cold.
......
......
A gust of wind blew in from outside the door.
Wang Luo stood under the porch, his eyes slightly squinting as the wind blew.
And that's why his thoughts were carried away by the wind, carried to a place so far away that he could hardly remember it himself.
"I never imagined that you would be the one to accompany me in the end."
The voice was old, as if it came from very deep underground.
Wang Luo turned his head and looked at the person who stood beside him in his memory.
His hair was white, his back was hunched, and his face was deeply lined with wrinkles, as if carved by the knife of time.
Those eyes hadn't changed; they were still so deep and calm, unmoved by anything.
Wang Luo still looked as young as ever, standing in the sunset, the hem of her clothes fluttering slightly in the wind.
He looked at the setting sun on the horizon, a slight smile playing on his lips.
There was no bitterness or regret in the smile, only a calm acceptance that comes with having grown accustomed to parting.
"Yes, even after witnessing the great Sinnoh, he still couldn't cross this final threshold."
"Gorilla, do you regret it?"
silence.
The wind passed between the two men, ruffling Gangshi's full head of white hair, making the silver strands shimmer in the sunset.
The old man stood there for a long time, so long that Wang Luo thought he wouldn't answer, before he heard that hoarse voice slowly emerge.
"Life is but a hundred years. It's such a pity... I couldn't see him one last time. Do you think I'll ever have a chance to see him again?"
Gangshi did not say who "he" was.
But I hope Luo knows.
"Perhaps... with the power of the Time Lord, we might be able to see him again..."
The sun sank below the horizon, the last ray of light disappeared, leaving only a dark red hue on the sky, like someone had made a heavy stroke on rice paper with a charcoal pencil.
The outline of the diamond grew increasingly blurred in the twilight, like a painting fading, the colors fading layer by layer, the lines blurring stroke by stroke.
But his previously lifeless eyes seemed to see something at the last moment, and gradually began to shine.
Call ~
The wind picked up again.
Wang Luo stood under the porch, pulled back to reality by the winds of life.
There was no sunset, no white-haired old people, only an empty road leading to an unknown distance.
He straightened his collar, which had been ruffled by the wind, and stepped down the stairs.
"Farewell, my old friend."
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Hey, I also added an illustration to the previous chapter where Chi Ri and Wang Luo were facing off. You can scroll back to find it.