Doraemon for an imperfect world

Yoshida Saki couldn't help but look at Doraemon beside her, asking for his opinion. "If I submit a few more copies, there will definitely be one that will be liked by the editor. After all, even Fuji-nyan-sensei said that my comic is very good."

"If you really can't make a decision."

Doraemon took out a telescope and handed it to Yoshida Saki. "Through this, you can see the future that different choices will lead to."

"Thank you!"

Upon hearing this, Yoshida Saki quickly took the telescope and placed it in front of her eyes.

The first magazine I chose... although my manuscript was accepted, it soon went bankrupt because the president was found to have evaded taxes - I couldn't submit to it.

Yoshida Saki looked at the second comic publishing house again. She had previously carefully researched this with her mobile phone. If she submitted her work to a club like this one, it would be approved. However, when signing the contract, the editor would make an unspoken rule for her - she could not submit!

Then the third...

If this manga could be successfully published, it would be serialized in "Shogakukan's Learning Magazine" and quickly become popular throughout Japan. Then it would be adapted into an anime. Then he would have enough money to move out of his family, transfer to another school, and completely escape everything that had hurt him, and...

Doraemon left?

Yoshida Saki couldn't help but freeze in place. It was Doraemon who gave her the opportunity to start over and a sense of security, but if she left...

Yoshida Saki couldn't help biting her lips.

That’s right, Doraemon and Nobita will return to their home sooner or later.

"What's wrong?"

Doraemon noticed that something was wrong with Yoshida Saki's expression and asked curiously.

"Oh no, nothing."

Yoshida Saki quickly shook her head vigorously, pretending nothing had happened and said, "By the way, after my royalties are paid, how about we go to a fancy restaurant for a big meal together? And bring Fuji-nyan-sensei along...but can Fuji-nyan-sensei eat?"

"A luxurious restaurant?"

Doraemon's eyes suddenly lit up. "Is it really possible?"

"Ok!"

Yoshida Saki nodded seriously and said, "I see that I will get a lot of royalties. Then it won't matter what Doraemon wants to eat!"

"How can this be so embarrassing, hehehe..."

Doraemon couldn't help but touch his head and fell into fantasy.

I wonder what delicious food there is in that luxurious restaurant?

Yoshida Saki smiled and handed the telescope back to Doraemon. Then, with her hands behind her back, she looked up at the clear blue sky and white clouds in the distance and said solemnly:

"Thank you, Doraemon."

Before me, someone else must have said something like this, right?

After all, Doraemon is so gentle and kind.

"I already told you to be so polite."

Doraemon waved his hands and said, "This is what I should do."

"With you in the future, it must be a very beautiful era."

Yoshida Saki sighed, "Come to think of it, Doraemon, do you remember? When we first met, you once lamented, 'Why do people always long to be loved?'"

“That was just a spontaneous response.”

"But I know the answer now."

Yoshida Saki placed her hand on her chest and said, "The reason why people long to be loved is because they can never love themselves no matter what. I used to be like this too, always feeling useless. But thanks to you, I can change my past and continue to live a strong life even if I am alone in the future."

282

Chapter 282 This is not a dream.

Ten years later.

The sunshine is so nice.

Yoshida Saki sat on a park bench with an intoxicated look on her face, her hands naturally placed on her legs, and she couldn't help but recall the past.

A full ten years have passed.

I miss him so much. I wonder how Doraemon is doing now.

"Mommy mommy?"

A little girl holding a kitten stood beside her and asked, "What's wrong? Mom, you're daydreaming again. Are you feeling unwell?"

"No."

Yoshida Saki smiled and replied, "Mom is just remembering some things from the past."

"Thing of the past?"

"Well, it's a story from before Xiaohua was born."

Yoshida Saki said with some sigh.

"is it?"

The girl sat next to Yoshida Saki and asked, "Is it a happy memory?"

"Some are, some aren't."

Yoshida Saki raised her head, her gaze deep and profound, as if she had traveled through time. "For a while, Mom, I couldn't figure out what was most important to me. I was troubled and cried because of this, and life was very difficult. But then, when I was most desperate, I met the real Doraemon."

The girl was curious when she heard this and asked, "But isn't that just a comic that Mom drew?"

"Not."

Yoshida Saki smiled and said, "Doraemon is real, and my mother just drew his story."

"really?"

The girl looked at Yoshida Saki with great suspicion, then smiled and hugged her mother, rubbing her body hard a few times. "Anyway, Mom doesn't have to worry or cry about this anymore, right?"

"Well, it's all thanks to Xiaohua."

Yoshida Sakiya hugged her daughter and said, "There were many times when I almost gave up, but it was only by silently reciting Xiaohua's name in my heart that I was able to hold on again."

After being intimate with her daughter for a few times, Yoshida Saki finally released her arms and patted her daughter, "Okay, the kitten is about to run away."

"Ah, Doraemon!"

The girl said this and quickly turned around to chase after him.

Yoshida Saki looked at her daughter with a smile. She actually named the kitten she met in the park Doraemon. If the real Doraemon knew about this, he would definitely be in tears and laughter, right?

"Kosaki."

Yoshida Saki suddenly widened her eyes and looked around.

What’s going on? Am I hallucinating?

"I'm here."

As he spoke, a blue figure appeared beside him.

"Doraemon?"

Yoshida Saki was stunned for a moment, then walked over and grabbed Doraemon's hand. "It's really you, why are you here?"

"Actually, I was a little worried when I was leaving ten years ago, so I wanted to come back and see you."

Doraemon explained, "How is it? Have you been happy these past ten years?"

"Ah."

Yoshida Saki nodded vigorously and said, "I'm very happy."

"That's good."

Doraemon nodded contentedly and said, "By the way, who was that kid just now?"

"You mean Xiaohua?"

Sitting on a park bench with Doraemon, Yoshida Saki recounted her experiences over the years to Doraemon. "When I first started receiving my royalties, I moved out, saying I wanted a quieter place to draw manga. My father was unemployed at the time, and my manga was our only source of income. Naturally, my parents wouldn't object. Then one morning, while delivering my drawings to my editor, I found a small flower in a bush by the roadside."

"Was he abandoned?"

Doraemon asked.

"probably."

Yoshida Saki nodded gently, and said with a mature maternal look on her face:

"Perhaps it's the product of young men and women unwilling to take responsibility, or perhaps it's just like me in the past... Anyway, I adopted her and gave her the name Yoshida Hana. Sometimes I also think that maybe it's because I don't plan to get married in this life, so Xiaohua can only reunite with me in this way. After all, even if we are not related by blood, she looks a lot like me, right? But it doesn't matter. This time, I must be a qualified mother."

"I believe you can do it."

Doraemon also nodded seriously and said.

"correct."

Yoshida Saki put her hands together and asked sincerely, "Can I call Xiaohua over? Please, because of the comics, that child has always been a loyal fan of yours."

"Of course it's no problem."

"So."

Yoshida Saki playfully raised a finger in front of her lips and said, "Please say something nice for me in front of the child."

"Do not worry."

Doraemon nodded and said, "I will help you maintain your image in the children's hearts."

"thanks."

Having said that, Yoshida Saki stood up and called her child.

Doraemon looked at Yoshida Saki's brisk steps and couldn't help but put aside his worries.

It seems that Yoshida Saki has completely let go of the past now.

Not long after, Yoshida Saki covered Yoshida Hana's eyes with her hands with a mysterious look on her face and walked over with her.

"What do you want me to see, Mom?"

Yoshida Hana asked expectantly.

"Hehe, remember what mom told you, I've seen the real Doraemon before, right?"

Yoshida Saki opened her hands and said, "Clang clang—look, this is the real Doraemon."

"hello."

Doraemon greeted with a smile, "I am Doraemon, I am..."

"It's a cat-shaped childcare robot from the 22nd century!"

Yoshida Hana spoke first, then shook Doraemon's hand in surprise, "Huh? Isn't it a leather suit?"

"of course not!"

Doraemon said, "I am a real robot from the future!"

"really?"

Yoshida Hana pointed at Doraemon's pocket and asked, "Is this really a four-dimensional treasure bag with infinite space?"

"Humph."

Doraemon said, reaching into his pockets, and then took out three yellow bamboo dragonflies and said, "How about it, do you want to try it?"

"Is it really possible?"

Yoshida Saki asked excitedly.

Doraemon first put one of the bamboo dragonflies on his head with a smile, and then the whole cat suddenly flew off the ground. Seeing this, Yoshida Hana's eyes almost had stars.

"Come on, try it too."

Doraemon said this and stretched out his hands to hand the two bamboo dragonflies to Yoshida Saki and Yoshida Hana respectively.

Anyway, I can’t go back for a while, so what’s wrong with playing with the kids for a while.

But, in this era, have I become a big star? I can't believe that the little kids are so excited when they see me.