Do you also want to adopt Doro?

Perhaps it was because he hadn't lived in the basement for a while, but lying back on his familiar little bed, Huang Musong felt a great sense of comfort and lingered in bed until noon the next day.

Also, the work is tiring.

Getting enough sleep regularly is good for your health!

As for Doraemon, it hasn't been too tired lately, so it got up early.

To avoid disturbing people's rest,

After waking up, Doraemon quietly went out.

It began to leisurely stroll around the nearby neighborhood.

Picking up bottles, gathering trash, chasing and playing with stray cats...

From early summer to the summer solstice, the temperature is getting higher and higher. This morning at eight o'clock, the sun was scorching the earth like a small furnace!

The ground was heated up in no time...

Walking on the scorching asphalt road,

Doraemon had never encountered a similar situation before.

Noticing the road surface was getting hotter, it quickly started jumping with its feet alternately, gradually turning into doing high knees in place.

"Oh no~"

"The earth is biting me!"

Unable to bear the heat, Doraemon quickly ran to the shade of a tree for shelter.

It was hot even in the shade, but thankfully it wasn't scalding to the feet. It breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that it had escaped danger.

However, the temperature continued to rise.

Floor tiles conduct heat...

Doro felt a faint stinging pain coming from the ground again.

Having little concept of temperature, it mistook the floor tiles for living things and attempted to attack it. Immediately summoning its hammer, Doro furiously smashed the hollow tiles, creating muffled "thump" sounds in self-defense and retaliation…

After a dozen or so hammer blows...

The sturdy floor tiles remained completely undamaged.

It won't make a howling sound either.

Doraemon gradually realized that the floor tiles were indeed lifeless.

So,

"Why are they biting my feet?" Doraemon muttered groggily, half-understanding, his head suddenly feeling itchy.

Using your brain and thinking more is the best way to become smarter.

Unfortunately, the concept of "temperature" cannot be understood by thinking about it alone.

Doro stood there dumbfounded, full of doubt.

It stood there like a primary school student who had made a mistake and was being punished by the teacher.

I don't know how much time passed...

About ten minutes later, Doraemon was still standing in the shade of the tree, completely unaware that a familiar figure was swaying towards him from not far away.

It's the girl I met last night who works at the Shaxian snack restaurant!

The freckled girl was wearing a very simple sports short-sleeved shirt and shorts.

The looseness was clearly unsuitable for her figure.

The clothes were washed until they were almost fading.

The few tattered patches made it look particularly shabby.

Despite her meager living conditions, her face still radiated a positive and optimistic smile.

Walk forward along the street,

The freckled girl carefully searched every nook and cranny around her.

Trash scavenging is the easiest way to make money in big cities! (Unfortunately, it doesn't pay much).

Although it was very dirty,

At least the competition is minimal.

The small restaurant only gets busy around noon, so during her free time in the morning, the freckled girl planned to collect a few coins to save for a rainy day.

But why does today feel so strange?

A street several hundred meters long,

There wasn't a single bottle on the road!

Surprisingly, none of the trash cans along the street contained plastic bottles.

"well……"

The freckled girl sighed softly.

Somatization symptoms most easily affect a patient's mood.

A sudden surge of melancholy overwhelmed all her negative emotions!

For no reason, just a feeling, the freckled girl wanted to find a bridge and jump into the river right away.

she understands,

The more you want to die, the harder you must fight back.

Slowly move to the base of the wall and squat down.

The freckled girl used hunger to alleviate her negative emotions.

She was sweating profusely; the temperature of over 30 degrees Celsius made her break out in a cold sweat.

Finally, when she felt a little better and raised her head, the playful figure in the distance drew her attention.

Doro jumped back and forth, alternating legs, under the shade of a tree.

Its chubby, chibi-style body is quite comical when it bounces around, and it sparkles like jelly.

The freckled girl couldn't help but laugh...

A smile suppresses negative emotions.

Feeling better, she stood up with some effort and slowly walked towards the shade of the trees ahead.

Worried about disturbing Doro's training, the freckled girl moved very quietly. Afraid of startling him with her light footsteps, she deliberately coughed as she approached, so that Doro would realize someone was near.

Actually, Doraemon had already seen the other person, but it was inconvenient for him to greet him.

The ground was so hot that it couldn't even step out of the shade!

As we entered...

The freckled girl then realized that Doraemon wasn't exercising.

Walking barefoot on the street on a hot day must be very hot.

The cute little guy doesn't seem to know how to protect himself...

A faint smile,

The freckled girl didn't say anything more.

She pulled a worn-out handkerchief from her pocket.

The handkerchief had been used for a long time; it was used to wipe away sweat when I felt uncomfortable.

Now, to help Doraemon, the freckled girl didn't hesitate to tear her handkerchief in two.

"Whoosh!"

An old handkerchief, with a tear, is easy to rip.

She bent down and tied the torn handkerchiefs to Doraemon's two feet.

The fabric can insulate heat.

The shoes acted similarly to shoes, instantly making Doraemon no longer feel the ground was hot.

Looking down at the fabric on her feet,

Doro glanced at the freckled girl's shoes again.

It gave him a true understanding of the role of "Shoes"!

Hehe~

Doro raised the corners of his mouth high, revealing a simple smile, and expressed his gratitude to the other party.

The freckled girl gently stroked its head, smoothed its pink tufts of hair with her fingers, and pinched its chubby cheeks to show her friendliness.

He also cleared his throat.

The freckled girl complained helplessly, "Your owner is so irresponsible! It's so hot, why didn't they buy you a pair of shoes? Besides, there are so many stray dogs around here, your owner... sigh! So irresponsible."

While speaking,

While recalling Huang Musong's appearance,

Her opinion of the young man dropped slightly by half a point.

Hearing that someone was being criticized, Doro got a little anxious and wanted to explain that it wasn't like that!

I have a hammer now, so I'm not afraid of bad dogs...

Regarding the shoes,

People probably don't realize that I also need to wear shoes...

Besides, I came out for a stroll by myself while everyone was still asleep.

There was so much to say that Doraemon didn't know which sentence to say first.

At the same time, Doraemon also sensed a faint, melancholic aura emanating from the freckled girl.

The body is ill!

Kindness and compassion made it unable to refute any further.

Let's just leave the topic of shoes aside...

Doro held up his sack and enthusiastically suggested, "Let's pick up trash together! After we collect it, all the bottles and cans are yours for today, and next time they're all mine."

As he spoke, he shook the sack, making a rustling sound.

Doro's eyes were filled with an expectation that was hard to refuse!

Although I had little schooling

The freckled girl is at least human.

With her normal intelligence, how could she not understand Doraemon's kind intentions?

Shaking her head, the freckled girl stood up and replied, "Who can guarantee when I'll come to collect trash with you again? Let's split the bottles we find equally, and neither of us should take advantage of the other."

Despite suffering from illness, she has managed to live to this day purely through her strength!

I do not accept gifts from anyone...

Gifts received unintentionally must be repaid in kind...

The freckled girl is hanging on by this thread.

For example, she came out to collect bottles today because she didn't want to take Huang Musong's twenty-odd yuan for nothing.

I learned from the proprietress that the money for the fruit last night was given by Huang Musong as charity.

She then braved the scorching sun to come out.

So how could we accept Doraemon's help at this moment?

Realizing that the other party was unwilling to be helped...

Doro became a little anxious.

It is thinking about how to get the other party to accept help.

Really!

I'm so stupid...

My brain isn't working properly, so I can't come up with any good ideas.

So, if Dorothy were here, what would she do?

With his short arms crossed over his chest, Doraemon frowned in deep thought, beginning his first time using his brain.

【Ding】

I think I have an idea!

A lightbulb of inspiration shone in Doraemon's mind.

Fearing that the good idea might be forgotten if it dragged on, Doro immediately blocked the freckled girl's path and suggested, "How about we split the bottles we found in a 30/70 split? I came first, so I get 70%; you came later, so you get 30%."

"To make up for your losses, all the surprises we encountered along the way are yours."

"Is it okay?"

Fearing rejection again, Doro shook the freckled girl's arm vigorously, her bright eyes sparkling with a hopeful gaze that made it hard to object.

The freckled girl sighed meaningfully...

That works too!

Anyway, there won't be any surprises when you're picking up trash.

She nodded and agreed.

And so, the man and the animal journeyed on under the scorching sun, scavenging for trash together.

Because of the hot weather, many passersby buy cold drinks to cool off, so there are quite a few bottles that can be collected.

But it's only a few dollars.

The freckled girl was not dissatisfied with the unfair distribution of the few dollars.

On the other hand, Doro didn't seem to care much for the bottle at this moment.

It gradually lured the freckled girl to a certain place—

—I and others (Huang Musong) once studied the small garden of the Howling Whale Watering Can!