The weather is cold, but there are still a lot of people queuing up at the entrance of the museum, most of them are bringing children to play.

Nobita intuitively felt his popularity in this country...... On such a cold day, there was still a cold wind blowing like knives outside, and so many children came to catch the first show and queued up at the entrance of the museum. In comparison, he and Meteora seem more abrupt...... Many young couples regard them as a childlike couple, and they cast ambiguous or kind glances at them.

Indeed, in Nobita's aesthetic, Meteora is beautiful...... But he wasn't in the mood to pay attention to it right now, and all his attention was drawn to the large murals at the door. Most of these paintings are related to Doraemon, who is still smiling and running happily as he looks at the wall, still smiling with his basin-like mouth open...... Nobita's nose was so sour that he almost burst into tears.

At that moment, he clenched the ticket in his hand tightly, and he was a little afraid to go in.

I'm about to cry when I'm still at the door...... It's hard to imagine what he would be like if he really got into it?

……

"Your Highness Nobi, are you alright?" Mitola sensed that something was wrong with him and asked in a low voice, "Do you need water?" ”

"Master, are you alright?" Yu Feiyan's voice came to her ears in time, and in her opinion, Nobita's mental structure was being hit by some kind of force, and the vibration was quite severe...... If you continue like this, there is a possibility that it will fall apart at any time.

“…… I'm fine. Nobita almost gritted his teeth before he forced out a smile and said to the two girls, "It's just that it's a little cold." ”

In the midst of such complex emotions, the heavy door of the museum finally slowly opened in front of Nobita's eyes.

Once, he single-handedly rushed into the divine domain of Ghidorah, and his heart did not beat as fast as it does now.

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Walking through the art gallery, Nobita's expression froze little by little, as if he was walking with the weight of a thousand pounds.

The section here is undoubtedly full of manuscripts left over from the time when comics were created...... Looking at these yellowed pieces of paper, many of which were printed with the stories of himself and his partners back then, Nobita couldn't help but have red eyes and a sour nose, but he covered up the past with blowing his nose, and his acting skills were extremely clumsy...... Meteora followed him quietly, trying not to appear in his field of vision as much as possible, and she didn't want to embarrass Nobita.

There are a total of 45 single books, which are thickly arranged on the shelves, and what happened on each sheet and page is deeply engraved in Nobita's mind. But he couldn't go back...... The teenager who was once carefree and had a smile on his lips grew up quietly.

The theatrical version is updated at a rate of one per year, and on March 15, 1980, the first theatrical version of Nobita's Little Dinosaur came out, and it has continued since then...... This tradition has been well preserved, except for the years when the creator, Mr. Hiroshi Fujimoto, died of illness. When the crew officially crossed from the "Dashan version" to the "paddy field version" and introduced a group of excellent fresh blood, the animation works of "Doraemon" recovered from the blow again and reappeared in the public eye.

Watch their struggle...... Nobita felt an inexplicable force, as if he was there at the time.

The stories of myself and my companions have gone abroad and internationally, and have won awards that are difficult to achieve in ordinary animation works...... He felt excited, honored, proud and lost at the same time. The self in the story is forever wearing a beige shirt, dark shorts, and disc glasses. Although he looks silly and stupid, he laughs a lot, because Doraemon is always by his side.

He had thought that carefree would last forever.

……

"It's worthy of being the work of a master......" Nobita turned around and smiled at Meteora, "it can make people feel strong emotions ...... it"

"Hmm." The girl nodded lightly and said nothing.

……

In front of a wall, Nobita's footsteps finally stopped.

On the wall hangs an original comic manuscript - Nobita remembers this story vividly: Doraemon has to go back to the future, and in order to make him feel at ease to leave, Nobita once went to fight the fat tiger, just to prove that he can live a good life alone...... Later, he was beaten all over his body, but he still won.

Later, Doraemon is gone......

Under the effect of the Law of Cause and Effect prop [Lie 800], he returned to his side again.

However, there is a line of small print underneath the manga that reads - "This ending, compiled and drawn in the March issue of "Three Years of Elementary School" in the 49th year of Showa, when the ratings of this anime were not ideal, Fujiko-sensei planned to end "Doraemon". But later, due to Fujiko's own love for "Doraemon", she drew "Doraemon Returns" in the April issue of "Four Years of Elementary School" that year. Therefore, this ending does not really end the story of "Doraemon". This ending is also included in the sixth volume of the single book of "Doraemon". ”

……

Nobita could no longer hold back the sourness and pain in his heart, "plopped", knelt on the ground, arched his body like a shrimp, and cried loudly against this wall. It was the first time he had cried since Doraemon left...... After a long time, tears still make him feel heart-rending pain.

The miracle caused by Lie 800 turned out to be only once......

"I'm sorry, Doraemon, I'm sorry...... I lied...... I lied to you......"

……

"I'm sorry, sir...... Are you alright? Nobita's overreaction was quickly drawn to the museum's staff, who hurried over from the other side of the corridor and asked, "Do you need me to call you a doctor?" ”

"He's fine, it's just a psychological ......shock," Meteora picked up Nobita in time, and began to think about it with a blank face, "He came to visit today in place of his younger brother who died of a heart attack, and before his brother died, his favorite was this anime character...... For him, when he sees these cartoons, he inevitably thinks of his old people...... It can be regarded as touching the scene. ”

She patted Nobita's back lightly and said, "Please rest assured, there is no problem...... I'll take him to the bench over there and sit down for a while. ”

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Meteora grabbed Nobita's hand tightly, and since she was a little shorter, she had to rest her head on Nobita's body to prevent the two of them from falling together as they walked. Despite her petite size, she tried her best to caress Nobita's sideburns like an intellectual big sister while leading him to the open space on the second floor of the museum, which resembles a park. Now the weather outside is overcast, there is no sun, and the children are not in the mood to go outside to play.

The two walked to a remote bench before they sat down, and after the big trouble just now, Nobita actually calmed down.

It's so embarrassing, it's still like this in front of girls......

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

As if nothing had happened, Meteora asked softly, "There's still a movie on the third floor...... Want to check it out? ”

"No." Nobita wiped his tears a little embarrassed and said, "Anyway, it's all my own experience, and there's no point in watching the big screen again......" He secretly glanced at Meteora, and saw that the other party's face was still expressionless, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Meteora...... Thank you just now. ”

"It's okay, it's all human nature, I can understand it." She said in a flat tone, "Because...... My creator has also passed away. I can't talk to my creator like Serega and Maitreya did, and I can't know what was going on in their minds when they created me, and I don't know what my fate will be. It's not a good feeling, but it's something you can't do......"

"Your Highness, as you said earlier, our Creator is nothing more than a mortal in this world. There was no magic, no black technology, no dazzling spells, just a daily life of firewood, rice, oil and salt, and a body that was becoming increasingly worn. Your Creator created you by drawing on the health of your body, which doomed him to not be able to stay on earth for long...... Your Highness, this is humanity, this is the creators. ”

"Remember the throbbing that lurks in your chest, and then be sure to protect them with all your might...... This is the truest thought I have had since I came into this world. ”

……

"Pap" "Pap" "Pap" ......

"What a great speech, Meteora." A cold and somewhat arrogant female voice came from behind.

In the shadow of the woods, stood a figure about as small as Meteora's—dressed in a Spanish-style double-layered military coat, knee-length socks and platform heels, and her long silver hair almost down to her ankles that could be used as a mop. The girl wore a double ponytail hairstyle, and wore a navy blue cavalry hat on her head, and two red ribbons hung down and rested on her shoulders. Its uniform is made of black with gold stripes and medals, and in the center is an eagle with outstretched wings.

Just standing here, it is like an arrow on the edge of the abyss, giving people a domineering and self-respecting spirit.

Meteora's body trembled slightly, she withdrew the hand that Nobita was holding, slowly stood up, and said to the girl, "Altaïr...... What do you want to do? ”

"Huh? Is she Altair? Nobita looked at the slender girl in front of him, couldn't help but be taken aback, and asked, "Listening to your description, I thought it would be a tall and vicious ......."

"Strength is not judged by appearance, my dear Highness Nobi." She seems to have the same oral fetish as Meteora, the kind of character who has to be polite with you for a long time to get to the point, "Don't worry, Miss Meteora...... Yu is not the kind of person who is not interested. Since this is the place of memories of His Highness Nobi, how can Yu do anything here......"

"Let us put aside our prejudices and speak a few words gracefully and calmly like civilized people."

As she spoke, she looked around the Doraemon Museum with emotion, stopped her eyes on the bronze statue of Hiroshi Fujimoto, and suddenly sighed, "It is worthy of the master's handwriting...... Even a hopeless person like Yu can realize the power of prosperity from it. ”

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"Master, be careful." Yu Feiyan's warning suddenly came into Nobita's ears, causing his heart to thump, "Something is wrong with her." ”

“…… What's wrong? ”

"I couldn't catch her readings. There is no change in mass, no heat source, no energy fluctuations...... Physically, she doesn't exist. ”