Grovyle suddenly jumped to a fruit tree, the leaves on its arms tapping the trunk gently: “Chali.” (There is a slight crack in the trunk, likely caused by the wind last night.)
Circe hurried over to check: “Fortunately, it’s not serious!
Sister Lucy said that such small cracks should be treated in time to prevent bugs from getting in.” She took out the natural resin paste prepared by Lucy from her tool kit, “Breloom, help me hold the trunk!”
Breloom immediately stepped forward, using its thick palms to gently hold the trunk, its movements soft for fear of hurting the tree.
Circe carefully applied the resin paste to the crack, while Grovyle used its leaf to gently smooth it out.
After the morning “special training,” Circe was sweating profusely, but she was smiling exceptionally happily.
At noon, she used fresh ingredients from the farm to make a large basin of Pokémon food, and according to the labels left by Lucy, she distributed the corresponding pokéblocks to each Pokémon.
Turtwig ate until its face was full of snack crumbs.
Seeing this, Ivysaur used its Vine Whip to roll up a wet towel and carefully wiped the residue from the corner of its mouth.
The Lotad lay by the pond, eating while spraying water at each other, splashing water.
Turtwig watched and wanted to join, running toward the pond with its short legs, but almost slipped.
“Naito!” (So comfortable!) Turtwig lay on the lotus leaf, happily clapping its little claws.
In the afternoon, Circe followed Ivysaur to check the seedlings in the experimental field one by one, holding a notebook, seriously recording the height and number of leaves of the seedlings.
“Sister Lucy’s experimental field needs extra care!” Circe urged, “Don’t touch these little seedlings casually.”
Grovyle took the initiative to help clean up the fallen leaves on the edge of the field, the leaves on its arms precisely sweeping the fallen leaves together; Breloom was responsible for watering the seedlings, gently scooping up water with its claws and sprinkling it evenly on the roots of each seedling to avoid the water flow being too strong and knocking over the small plants.
Turtwig followed behind, occasionally scratching the soil with its little claws or leaning over to smell the seedlings, expressing its “opinions” with “Naitonaito.” Once, it almost stepped on a seedling, but was gently stopped by Ivysaur with its Vine Whip, so it had to shrink its claws aggrievedly and follow obediently.
In the evening, everyone gathered in front of the house to rest.
Circe took out the Berry snacks left by Lucy and distributed them to each Pokémon.
Turtwig held a small piece of snack, chewing with great relish; Lombre and its team members floated on the water, sharing the same snack; Grovyle and Breloom sat on the side, eating unhurriedly, their eyes much softer than in the morning.
Circe leaned against Ivysaur, looking at the scene before her, and said with a smile: “If Sister Lucy saw that we took such good care of the farm, she would definitely be happy!”
“Dana!” Ivysaur nodded, its Vine Whip gently patting her shoulder as if agreeing.
Turtwig also leaned over and rubbed its head against the back of Circe’s hand.
The night at the research station was softly lit.
Lucy’s notebook was filled with dense data, sketches, and plant combination analyses.
She flipped through her notes and discussed with Jonathan: “After going back, I will mark a section in the experimental field to plant the companion plants observed this time, strictly controlling temperature, humidity, and light time. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Budew is very sensitive to plant states and can help me adjust the plan in time.”
Jonathan listened carefully, his fingers tapping gently on the table: “This approach is very sound; let’s advance on two lines.
The research station will continue to analyze the material basis, while you focus on environmental simulation.
If there are any changes in Growth data, communicate at any time.”
Budew sat crouching on the side, its bud swaying slightly, trying to Mimic the plant Growth rhythm observed during the day, its leaves swaying gently: “Pomi!” (I can help Lucy watch the seedlings!)
Lucy smiled and touched its bud, handing over a precision-control pokéblock: “Thank you for your hard work, take it slow, we are not in a hurry.”
Budew happily took the pokéblock and started munching on it.
Under the light, the silhouette of the person and the pet was filled with anticipation for the future.
Back at the farm, Circe had already coaxed Turtwig to sleep and placed it in its little nest.
Ivysaur guarded by the nest, and Lombre also poked its head out of the pond, looking quietly in the direction of the cabin.
In two places, under the same moonlight, everyone was working hard for their respective goals, and also quietly caring for their partners far away.