Do you also want to adopt Doro?

I'm learning to go a whole day alone without feeling down...

Let me get drunk, sing songs, and entertain myself...

Doubts began to creep in; I was overwhelmed by love, and felt utterly helpless...

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On Sunday evening, Huang Musong was alone in his tiny, cheap basement room. On the small table in front of him sat a steaming bowl of instant noodles.

The bowl is an old-fashioned aluminum lunchbox, which is both inexpensive and exceptionally durable.

Instant noodles, bought in bulk by the box, cost only 30 yuan for 8 jin (4 catties) of noodles.

Add a sausage and a braised egg, and you have a simple meal.

Although dinner wasn't particularly nutritious, it was enough to satisfy Huang Musong. The meal cost no more than five yuan, which is practically zero in the expensive capital city.

As a migrant worker in Beijing, Huang Musong's monthly salary is just over a few thousand yuan (in short, very little), which is not actually a low income.

Subtract the monthly basement rent of 500 yuan, as well as the bus and subway fares for commuting to work.

With a living allowance of N-800 yuan, one shouldn't be eating too poorly.

Therefore, he lived frugally, purely to save money!

They save money to support their parents and raise their younger siblings.

This is the real life of young people from underdeveloped rural areas who come to Beijing to pursue their dreams.

What did you say?

Is it possible to avoid taking on the responsibility of raising younger siblings...?

Ugh!

Huang Musong also wanted to be free from all trouble.

The problem is, how could he bear to stand idly by when his parents raised him with such hardship? During his seven years of high school and university, he spent a lot of his family's money and even borrowed tens of thousands of yuan from relatives in the village.

Now, the debts owed to relatives have been paid off.

Shouldn't we at least repay the kindness of those who raised us?

Thinking that he hadn't yet sent his parents 3000 yuan this month, Huang Musong was immediately filled with worry. He picked up his cigarette case, ready to light a cigarette for his mental nourishment.

The cigarette pack turned out to be empty.

Time to buy cigarettes again.

After finishing his instant noodles in a couple of bites, Huang Musong, with his greasy hair that hadn't been washed for two days over the weekend, crawled out of the basement and into the small supermarket outside.

"Boss, the usual, give me a pack of Liqun cigarettes."

Huang Musong skillfully scanned the code to pay.

Liqun brand, red stripe, white box, strong, can suppress worries.

Unfortunately, the price has also become more expensive.

Especially in the capital region where land is extremely valuable, the price of Liqun cigarettes with red stripes and white boxes has risen to 20 yuan, which is truly daunting.

After paying, Huang Musong left the small supermarket and disappeared into the narrow, secluded alley next door.

"Click"

The lighter emitted a flame.

Huang Musong took a deep drag on his cigarette.

The strong smell of smoke travels down the throat and into the trachea, trace amounts of carbon monoxide dissolve into hemoglobin, and nicotine irritates every alveolus.

A slight dizziness can make you forget all your troubles in a short time.

Although it is well known that smoking is harmful to health,

Only when he was immersed in the pleasure brought by cigarettes could Huang Musong truly feel that he was still alive.

If only I could chug another bottle of wine...

It will probably be even more fun!

Should we spend a little more money to get a bottle of wine and have a drink?

"Cigarettes and alcohol go hand in hand, the more you drink, the better."

"Anyway, it's Sunday, might as well have some fun. If I get drunk, I can go to bed early and wake up early to go to work. Once I'm asleep, I won't be bothered anymore."

Silently pondering to himself, Huang Musong returned to the small supermarket and bought a whole bottle of strong Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).

Smoking! Drinking alone! Burping!

All in one go.

He completely ignored the strange looks from passersby.

And so, he returned to the alley, squatted in a corner, and took a puff of cigarette and a sip of liquor. Huang Musong let his taste buds be ravaged by the bitterness of cigarettes and the spiciness of strong liquor.

Before you know it,

Smoke filled,

Many memories flooded my mind like a tide.

When I was in high school, I lived at school...

Students work from 5 a.m. to 10 p.m., and have classes on weekends; there are no weekends off. The school only gives students one and a half days off per month.

Back home, there's still homework to do, and the seasons of harvesting wheat in summer and corn in autumn.

The purely militaristic management is solely for the purpose of achieving high scores on the college entrance examination and gaining admission to a good university.

When I was in college, I lived on campus...

I'm struggling financially and have to work part-time on weekends, otherwise I won't be able to afford tuition and accommodation.

Because of an extreme lack of freedom, I've been single to this day and haven't even held a girl's hand.

Graduated, found a job, living alone...

A basement room costing 500 yuan, perpetually dark and without a private bathroom; if you wake up in the middle of the night and need to use the toilet, you have to walk over 100 meters to a public restroom.

Work regular hours on weekdays, and do online part-time jobs on weekends.

The only friend I interact with most is the cockroach in the corner of my room.

……

Ugh!

At 24, one should be full of vigor and ambition.

At this moment, Huang Musong felt that he could see the end of his life at a glance.

Don't underestimate the poorness of the young, the middle-aged, or the elderly.

Finally, respect for the deceased is paramount.

If I had known growing up would be this tough, I shouldn't have longed to grow up so much when I was a child. How wonderful it would have been to stay a child forever, free from all the troubles!

Thinking of all this, Huang Musong couldn't help but force a bitter smile.

And just as his thoughts were getting more and more off track.

Glug glug...

A plump orange, from who knows where, rolled all the way to Huang Musong's feet.

The orange was dirty, and its peel was shriveled.

Huang Musong instinctively reached out to pick it up.

But before his fingers could even touch the orange,

Suddenly, a timid voice reached his ears.

"people……"

"Can you give me back my Oh-Run-Ji?"

"Please don't take mine away, Runji."

Upon hearing this, Huang Musong paused for a moment and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Deeper into the alley, there was a small, cute creature that looked rather silly.

The adorable little beast had a head of messy pink hair, the strands sticking out in a disheveled way, like tassels torn by the wind. A few loose furs hung limply over its forehead, half-concealing its big, round eyes.

Its face is round and full, like a freshly shaped tricolor dough ball, exuding a childlike softness.

What's even more striking are its eyes.

Big and round!

So clear it could reflect the sky, its eyes overflowed with an almost innocent purity, as if it had never been tainted by the mundane world.

However, Huang Musong could not see any wisdom or temperament that a normal human being should have in the other person.

不 ...

To be more precise,

This pink-haired little animal has absolutely no human qualities.

It's like...

A chibi-style, bizarre creature that has crossed over from the world of anime to the real world!

It stood three meters away from Huang Musong.

Seeing Huang Musong looking it over, the corners of its mouth slowly turned up, gradually changing from a timid and nervous look to a silly and simple smile.

His smile was like the warm spring sun.

This caused Huang Musong to feel a surge of pleasure.

Put down the bottle and extinguish the cigarette.

"Who are you?"

Huang Musong asked in a deep voice.

"Doro." (Hint: The pronunciation is doro)

The cute pink-haired animal answered cheerfully.

Upon hearing the other person speak again, Huang Musong quickly shook his head to maintain a clear and normal thought process.

He was confused.

How can there be chibi-style animals from anime/manga in the real world?

And it can speak human language!

Unless, I'm hallucinating from drinking, or I've developed schizophrenia?

Huang Musong questioned his own health condition.

Shaking his head more vigorously to sober up slightly, Huang Musong looked at the pink-haired little beast once more. This time, he was completely certain that it was real.

"doro..."

Huang Musong murmured and repeated.

At the same time, he stood up, holding the orange as he approached the other person.

When Doraemon saw Huang Musong standing upright, he realized that Huang was over 1.8 meters tall. His heart jumped into his throat, and his little heart pounded wildly with fear.

His hair was greasy and his face was powdered, he reeked of cigarettes, and his face was flushed with drunkenness.

Doro sensed danger emanating from Huang Musong!

Tensely lowering its head, Doro timidly retreated, each step taken with extreme caution, fearing that the tall and mighty human before it might harm it.

This isn't the first time Doraemon has crossed over from the two-dimensional world into the real world.

Upon arriving in the real world, Doraemon was destitute and alone, with nowhere to go and no one willing to take him in. He wandered alone in the big city, making a living by scavenging for scraps and exchanging his meager earnings for just enough food to fill his stomach.

despite this,

The life of a homeless person is not pleasant!

Doro is often chased by stray dogs on the roadside or has his food stolen by stray cats.

Even when collecting recyclables, Doro encounters sharp-tongued old people. These old people hurl insults at it, using extremely offensive language. What's worse, some malicious old people even steal the plastic bottles it has painstakingly collected.

Therefore,

Doraemon is terrified of humans.

Especially someone like Huang Musong, who looks tall and drunk.

Doro believes that drunk people are extremely irritable. If he were to encounter one, he would most likely become their punching bag and get beaten up.

At this moment, Doraemon also judged Huang Musong to be this kind of person, and its fear was magnified infinitely.

"You...you, don't come any closer~."

"Mine, my Runji. I, I don't want it anymore, I'll give it to you."

Please don't hit me.

As a little beast from the virtual world, Doro's biggest fear is being beaten by humans.

It cowered, protecting its head, but its eyes seemed glued to the orange in Huang Musong's hand.

The orange that should have belonged to it is now in someone else's hands.

Its lips twitched slightly, as if it wanted to say something more, but then swallowed its words back. Its fingers tightened around the hem of its clothes, and a thin mist rose in its eyes, revealing a mixture of timidity and resentment, making it look like a wronged little puppy whose food had been stolen but dared not fight back.