Do you also want to adopt Doro?

After having a satisfying meal at the small restaurant, Duoluo, with her round belly, nestled contentedly on Huang Musong's shoulder.

It's not that it's too lazy to walk, nor is it that it's too full to move its legs.

It was Huang Musong who asked Duoluo to lie on his shoulder.

Because stray dogs often roam the nearby streets.

Huang Musong must protect Duoluo's safety at all times!

As they left the bustling city, the streetlights came on, casting long shadows of the two of them.

For Doraemon, the city at night is an extremely dangerous environment.

Even setting aside stray cats and dogs, a single collision with a human commuting on an electric scooter could cause fatal damage to Doro.

Seeing that the sun had completely set, Doro had the idea of ​​returning to his lodgings to rest as soon as possible.

"people."

Doro whispered in Huang Musong's ear, "Thank you for today... for helping me chase away the big spotted dog and for treating me to a delicious meal."

"I should go home now! You should go home soon too."

"The city is dangerous at night."

After saying that, Doro pointed diagonally ahead, meaning that its dwelling was over there.

Huang Musong originally planned to take Duoluo for a walk in a safe neighborhood to digest their food.

Since Doraemon wants to go home...

Wait a minute!

Does Doraemon, who comes from the world of anime, also have a home in the real world?

Huang Musong suddenly became curious.

However, compared to this curiosity, he felt that Doraemon's way of addressing him was really awkward.

Clearing his throat, Huang Musong turned to his head and suggested, "From now on, you can just call me by my name. Don't call me 'Ren' anymore; it sounds weird."

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Doraemon tilted his head to the other side, seemingly deep in thought.

Then it shook its head vigorously, its dirty hair swaying and emitting a rotten smell similar to that of a sewer.

"don't want."

Doro politely declined.

It didn't think Huang Musong's name sounded bad.

In its eyes, Huang Musong is a human being, so why can't it be called "Human"?

Huang Musong doesn't specifically refer to any particular creature!

After a brief internal struggle, Doro's desire to go home grew stronger, and he climbed down Huang Musong's arm from his shoulder.

Heave-ho~

Doro landed steadily.

"I'm leaving!"

It cautiously surveyed its surroundings, and after confirming that there were no stray cats or dogs lurking nearby, it began to run with small, quick steps.

Watching Doro's departing figure,

Huang Musong hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

He really wanted to ask, "Would you like to stay overnight at my place?"

Even though we've only known each other for less than half an hour!

Huang Musong was already reluctant to part with Doro.

But then I thought about it again,

Since Doro has a home,

It's better to let it go home.

What kind of accommodation is worse than a damp and cramped basement room?

Bringing Doro back to the basement was purely for him to suffer, not for him to enjoy himself.

Huang Musong sighed and shook his head with deep regret.

however!

Just as he was about to turn and leave,

Two more distinct fragments of memory formed in my mind:

[Scene 1: You and Doro first meet, part ways before dark, and go your separate ways. You go straight back to the basement. Because you've been drinking, you sleep soundly that night and wake up when it's already daylight. Doro, on the other hand, goes back to its little hole under the bridge and crawls into its cardboard box to rest. But a torrential downpour begins during the night, and the floodwaters submerge its little hole...]

[Scene 2: You and Doro first meet, part ways before dark, and go your separate ways. Instead of going straight back to your basement, you buy some fresh oranges to give to Doro the next day. Just then, it starts pouring rain on your way back, so you take shelter in a bubble tea shop. Sitting down inside, playing games to pass the time, you glance out the window and see Doro shivering under a tree, waiting foolishly for you to come out.]

This time, the two memory fragments are also completely different, yet...

"Why are all the endings bad?"

Huang Musong couldn't help but burst out with complaints.

Without a doubt, the first memory fragment is an ending that couldn't be worse.

The floodwaters submerged the small house under the bridge where Doraemon lived.

Doesn't that mean Doraemon will drown?

The worst possible outcome must never happen!

Besides, I was worried that the basement rental might not be as nice as Doraemon's house. But now it seems that even the worst rental is a hundred times better than living under a bridge.

Huang Musong immediately decided that he must bring Doraemon home tonight.

We absolutely cannot let Doraemon be left unattended!

Thinking of this, Huang Musong immediately went to the fruit shop and acted according to the second memory fragment.

The second memory fragment shows that even if Doraemon gets caught in the rain for a little while, at least he won't face the tragic fate of drowning.

Out of consideration for maximizing benefits and minimizing harm,

Huang Musong quickened his pace and arrived at the fruit shop.

The fruit shop has a huge variety of fruits for sale.

Ordinary oranges were placed in the most inconspicuous corner.

Early summer is not the peak season for oranges, and the oranges currently in stock have all been stored for several months in advance.

Huang Musong randomly selected a few with decent outer skin color.

Then they rushed to a nearby milk tea shop!

The sun has set, dark clouds are gathering, and it looks like it's about to rain.

Huang Musong's idea was that as long as he acted quickly enough, he could replicate the second memory fragment as soon as possible.

Thus, they arrived at the milk tea shop earlier, allowing Doraemon to avoid getting wet in the rain for a while.

at the same time...

Behind a tree not far from the fruit shop,

Doro, like a clumsy little detective, awkwardly curled up in the hollow of the tree roots. Every now and then, it would peek out half its head, thinking it was spying discreetly, but luckily, it was not noticed.

With amber pupils that gleamed slightly in the darkness, Doro stared intently at the oblivious Huang Musong.

"people."

The distance was quite far, so the sound was a bit low.

Doro was talking to himself, not intending for Huang Musong to hear him, much less see him.

It secretly followed Huang Musong to the fruit shop.

Perhaps it's because Huang Musong treated it so well,

Doraemon, who was originally planning to return to the bridge archway, wondered where Huang Musong lived. Did he, like himself, live under a bridge archway?

If so...

That's really amazing!

Since we're all living under bridges anyway, I might as well move in with someone (Huang Musong) so we can look out for each other.

A tall, strong person can help me drive away stray dogs.

My job is to collect the bottles and treat people to a meal.

Umm~!

A fragrant and delicious chicken leg rice bowl...

I just finished eating, why am I hungry again?

Hey.

Hiding behind the tree roots, Duoluo secretly observed Huang Musong while chuckling to himself.

Because Duoluo was short and inconspicuous, Huang Musong didn't even notice it was nearby. After buying the oranges, he went straight to the milk tea shop.

Doraemon continued to follow...

Soon, they arrived at the milk tea shop, where Huang Musong ordered two hot drinks.

He ordered a hot drink, paid, and picked up his food directly; he drank it himself.

The other cup was ordered, but payment wasn't made yet; they were deliberately delaying payment.

It's not raining yet!

Huang Musong's idea was to wait until it rained, and when he found Duoluo outside the shop, he would ask the waiter to provide him with a hot drink.

In this way, even if you get caught in the rain, drinking some hot milk tea can warm your stomach and dispel the cold.

Until the cup of milk tea is finished,

Huang Musong was starting to get a little impatient.

Of course, he wasn't losing patience with Doraemon, but he was worried about the weather!

Why isn't it raining yet?

According to the fragments of memory, Doraemon would only appear outside the shop if it rained first.

It hasn't rained yet.

Doraemon was slow to appear.

This is so exhausting!

Without realizing it, Huang Musong started playing video games to pass the time, based on fragments of his memory.

Gradually, he became completely absorbed in the game and forgot what he was doing.

Until the rumble of thunder sounded...

Boom!

Huang Musong then remembered why he had gone to the milk tea shop.

With the rumble of thunder, rain began to pour down from the sky, and within seconds, a torrential downpour began.

Large raindrops fell to the ground, making a thumping sound.

Pedestrians on the street immediately quickened their pace to go home.

Upon realizing that it was finally raining, Huang Musong quickly looked up, scanning every tree outside through the floor-to-ceiling window.

really!

Just like the description in the memory fragments,

Under a tree, a small dog named Doro was huddled up, shivering like a little puppy. It squatted there blankly, its big eyes staring straight at the milk tea shop, its clear gaze devoid of any emotion.

Doro gazed out the window at Huang Musong inside the milk tea shop.

Raindrops filtered through the leaves and fell on Doraemon.

Within seconds, its clothes were soaked by the cold rain, making it look like a disheveled, drenched chicken.

Snapped!

Huang Musong hurriedly slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

He rushed out of the shop in the rain as fast as he could. Without saying a word, he picked up Doraemon, then turned and ducked back into the milk tea shop.

Splash splash splash...

This rain was unusually heavy.

I got caught in the rain for a few seconds as I went in and out.

Even Huang Musong himself felt a bit chilly when the raindrops hit his body.

Fortunately, it was just a sudden rain in early summer, not autumn or spring rain.

Otherwise, if he gets caught in an autumn rain, wouldn't he catch a cold and get a fever, given his weak constitution?

At the same time, as Huang Musong picked him up, Duoluo once again experienced the warmth of a human being. This feeling was like soaking in warm honey, and even breathing had a sweet and languid comfort.

With her big, blinking eyes, Duoluo nestled in Huang Musong's arms, quietly observing him.

At that moment, Doraemon realized that people were not only physically imposing.

Even their body temperature is warm!