Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

It's not complicated at all.

Erasing someone's memory repeatedly might be fine once or twice, but doing it too often will arouse suspicion and lead to a crisis of trust.

Secondly, some things are changing.

People are not static.

Just like Rick, who lives within this finite central curve, who isn't like C137, having once had a wonderful and happy family?

He married Diane, had a daughter named Beth, and a son-in-law named Jerry Loser Smith.

Then, after losing Diane, leaving his daughter's side, and becoming like this now?

This means that Diane is the ultimate meaning that soothes the emptiness in most Rick's heart, because losing her means a complete denial of Rick.

Even if you are extremely intelligent, talented, and brimming with brilliance, what good is it?

You're just a useless piece of trash who can't even protect his wife!

So Diana's familiar voice, and the memories of spending every day with her decades ago, suddenly flooded her mind. How could this not move Grandpa?

The person I've been longing for is finally able to meet again.

The heart is the greatest wish that a person has to fulfill in this life.

So at this moment, Grandpa, who was used to Taishan doing a backflip or a split in front of him without showing any experience on his face, was like a nervous and awkward young man about to meet his dream goddess, and was starting to lose control.

"AI! Bring me the wardrobe! And a mirror! And send me the scissorhands from the cell!"

"Now play some music for me, send a robot to pick the best flowers for my backyard, and make a reservation for me at that restaurant she and I frequent."

"If there are no openings today, send out all the fighting forces from Mirror City! I'm going to dig up that boss's ancestral graves and teach him the consequences of refusing me!"

Morty: "???"

Tzeentch: "???"

C137 Morty: "???"

Looking at the grandfather in front of me, he was displaying an aura no less than that of a young man on his first date, even demanding that a suit robot hand-tailor a suit for him on the spot, and that a famous scissorhands fix his hair.

Morty, finding the scene before him somewhat surreal, muttered to himself, "If I were to act recklessly right now, would he inhumanely destroy me?"

"If you dare to be naughty today, from now on, if you say east, I will never say west."

Hearing this seemingly promising statement that actually meant nothing, Morty rolled his eyes at Tzeentch. How could he not know the little trick Tzeentch was playing?

If you don't want to say west, you can say north and south!

You can also say up, down, left, and right!

I'm taking such a big risk, being a little mischievous at this crucial moment. No matter how much Grandpa likes me, he'll still have to choose his wife over his grandson.

So... get out! Get the hell out of here!

We patiently waited for Grandpa to change into a suit with a multi-segmented red and black gradient, paired with a sky-blue tie and a pair of flashy black leather shoes with a needle-stitch pattern.

A handsome, seemingly changed yet completely unchanged, explosive hairstyle was meticulously sculpted beneath Edward Scissorhands's pale face.

Seeing his grandfather looking at himself in the mirror, Morty couldn't resist his suicidal thoughts.

Or rather, by piecing together the fragments of memory he had just gathered, and connecting them with the fact that his physical body had suddenly increased many times over, as well as his private conversations with C137 Morty, he felt that this matter might be far from over.

Because of his own actions, coupled with the portal, he was brought back to the Mirror City, hundreds of light-years away, which stretched the time loop to hundreds of light-years.

Then there's the aftermath of Tzeentch and the grandfather's events, which could split the timeline into three parts, and even Schrödinger's cat appears outside the Mirror City.

At this extremely dangerous juncture.

C137 Morty, by initiating time reversal, directly leads to a perfect ending?

Who would believe that!

If you turn back time, isn't that like someone with amnesia who forgets they have Alzheimer's?

Are you exploiting a bug here?

While bugs related to amnesia and Alzheimer's may be easy to exploit, it doesn't mean that bugs related to time will be exploited as easily as these.

So Morty simply refused to believe that the matter had been resolved.

He felt that this matter was far from over.

But his grandfather's current youthful and energetic appearance made him a little unsure.

Just like ordinary people facing authority, it is difficult to find a suitable way to refute or argue.

However, Morty eventually mustered up the courage to ask.

"Grandpa, don't you think it might be inappropriate to go see Grandma Diana now?"

"Perhaps we haven't escaped this crisis at all, and things might even get worse. If we go see her now..."

Morty deliberately left his words unfinished, giving his grandfather some room to think.

But who knew that Grandpa, staring at himself in the mirror, would say something that contradicted his own image, yet was also quite profound.

"Morty, I don't know if you've ever experienced the feeling of something lost and then found again."

"Life is like a bus. People always get on, and people always get off. If someone gets off the bus and doesn't die, they might have another chance to get on. But if they get off dead, you've left the bus stuck in the same spot for decades..."

"So, if this extremely important person in your life's journey, after decades of wasting time on the bus where the parts have started to rust, the lights are no longer bright, the windshield is covered in dust and overgrown with weeds, and you encounter that person again..."

Even if you know none of this is true, you'll still want to see her. It's a desire that transcends all scheming, conspiracy, and killing; you could even say that this desire gave rise to these byproducts.

"I know that these days, being affectionate is often mistaken for being a 'simp,' as if being unable to forget someone and being deeply in love with them is a shameful thing."

"But what does it matter what she thinks, what others think, or even what you think, if you love her?"

"Is someone forcing you to love her?"

"You can't even force yourself to love someone you don't love!"

After finishing his speech, Grandpa, with slightly trembling hands, took out the teleportation gun and opened a portal to his right. He stepped halfway into the portal, then suddenly stopped, turned around, and left a message for Morty: "As a man, don't worry about whether your love is like that of a simp. If your love is so reserved, why don't you become a woman?"

Bang~

Just as Morty was inwardly exclaiming that his grandfather had become an emotional master, a frying pan flew over from the other end of the portal and hit him hard on the back of the head.

An annoyed voice came from the other end of the portal: "What nonsense are you spouting over there! I called you half an hour ago, and you're only just getting back! Hurry up and get Beth! I'm going to be late for work!"

"And your leather shoes! You're going out to pick up girls, aren't you?!"

"Rick Sanchez!" As Grandma called out Grandpa's name from across the door, a young woman with long blonde hair, a round face that made her look cute, and red lipstick that made her look both alluring and innocent peeked in from the portal.

Their eyes met...

One went from anger to confusion and surprise, and finally back to anger.

The other person was so nervous that their face turned bright red on the spot...

"Rick...Rick? Why do you look so old? Is there something wrong with your experiments? I told you a long time ago not to do any dangerous experiments, why didn't you listen?"

"Oh... Diane..."

"Quick, quick! I'll grab my phone and take a picture! Grandpa's blushing!! Tzeentch, as my subconscious, you absolutely must etch this scene deep into my mind!"

"Huh? Who are they?" Diane, who probably had to maintain a gentle image in front of outsiders, noticed the other three people shouting and looked at Morty and the others with a puzzled expression.

"Oh, Grandma, I'm your grandson from a parallel universe. The one standing next to me is also your grandson from a parallel universe. As for this pink-haired one, she's the subconscious of your grandson from a parallel universe."

"Um... are you kidding me?"

Chapter 298 Forty Years Have Passed

The lazy afternoon sunlight shone in through the glass window.

Inside the restaurant, the group sat in silence.

Even the usually mischievous Tzeentch didn't say anything out of line at this moment, maintaining a state of mind where he kept his eyes down and his mind focused.

Diane, sitting in the main seat, seemed to be staring at the tea leaves in the teacup in front of her, or perhaps watching the white mist slowly rising and eventually disappearing into the air.

Perhaps she was thinking about how to deal with all of this.

Half an hour passed.

Diane, who had been silent all along, finally turned her head slightly, her expression a mixture of wanting to laugh and wanting to cry, her gaze filled with heartache and pity, which made her grandfather's back hunch slightly.

“Sigh... Rick... You’ve had a really tough time all these years... I can’t even imagine how much you went through after Beth and I left... But all this killing, all this revenge... so many people were innocent…”

"Nothing drives a man more mad than taking away his wife and children..."

The two exchanged a few brief words, yet each had their own true thoughts.

It seems that Grandma Diana finally distinguished the man in front of her from the good husband of forty years ago who always had a smile on his face, who, besides supporting his family, spent time with his family and never missed any important moments for them.

"Yes... there's really nothing more painful than this..."

"Alright, I don't really understand these overly profound things either, so let's leave it at that for now."

"It's already afternoon, and it'll be evening soon. I should start cooking. What would you like to eat?"

Diane stood up from her chair, seemingly intending to put these matters aside, have a meal first, and then spend more time thinking about how to deal with them.

"Fried egg! I want a fried egg!"

Hearing her grandfather's words, Diana glanced at him and said with some dissatisfaction, "So many years have passed, do you think I would forget what you like to eat? I'm asking about these two...grandchildren."

When Diane uttered the words "grandson," her expression clearly became somewhat awkward.

Because she's only in her early twenties.

She's at least five years younger than Beth, who already has two children, so... at such a young age, she not only has a daughter but also a grandson.

This alone is enough to drive any young woman crazy, okay!

But what could be more infuriating than seeing your husband turn into a little old man after everything goes black and white?

If I hadn't already gotten used to Rick's somewhat eccentric behavior before I married him.

The nerves have been worn down to an indestructible level.

Diane wondered if she would have a heart attack on the spot when she met the old version of her grandfather.

"Um, could I please have some hot dry noodles, or maybe some spaghetti? I really can't appreciate that American-style fried egg..."