1969.

In an ordinary house in Japan.

A middle-aged man is biting a pencil, meditating.

His name is Fujiko F. Fujio is an ordinary cartoonist.

Today is the deadline, but he hasn't finished his manuscript yet.

Just when he was a little irritable.

A small spotted cat suddenly breaks into his home.

Fujio had never seen such a spiritual cat, and it stood there, looking at Fujio with clean eyes, and was not afraid of him.

Fujio couldn't help but play with the kitten, he teased the kitten and tickled it.

I forgot about my work for a while.

The whole body is relaxed, the pressure in my heart is all forgotten, and I am immersed in the pleasure of petting the cat wholeheartedly.

The ancients said: It's cool to pet a cat for a while, and it's always cool to pet a cat.

There are also ancients: As long as I masturbate fast enough, troubles can't catch up with me.

Fujio suddenly notices that the kitten has a small pocket around its neck.

Maybe it's a cat sign with its name and address written on it. Fujio thought so.

So he removed the small pouch and reached for its contents.

The kitten on the ground was completely attracted by a cat teasing stick in Fujio's house, and his IQ became zero, and he didn't resist Fujio at all.

Fujio took out something and leaned back in fright.

He thought he should take out a small wooden sign, but he actually took out a door from inside, a two-meter-high door.

He had never seen a wooden door before, carved with intricate patterns, and this door was almost like a work of art.

The door frame was surrounded by words he couldn't read, similar to Latin.

He felt that he was dreaming, otherwise how could such an unrealistic thing happen.

Fujio continued to dig, and took out a blanket several meters long, which he spread out and found that the blanket was actually floating.

Fujio believed he was dreaming, but his curiosity was aroused to see what else could be taken out of this pocket.

So he digged and digged and digged and digg......

Soon, the whole room was filled with all sorts of strange things, and there was no place to stand.

Fujio's head was dizzy, and he had to give up and continue to do this, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to stand.

He looked at the door standing in the middle of the room, and the ghost wanted to open it.

He laughed at his own thoughts, isn't this just a door frame, and when he opens it, he just sees something else blocked by the wooden door.

But he couldn't help but put his hand on the doorknob.

He writhed slowly......

Squeaky ......

The door opened.

Fujio stared at the scene inside, and the door behind it was not what he thought, but another world.

Inside was a house, dimly lit like a basement.

A strange man, dressed in a black robe, with a pointed hat, and holding a very long chopstick in his hand, was chanting at the bottles and cans in front of him, waving the chopsticks from time to time.

The chopsticks emit a little light and fall into the Erlenmeyer flask, the test tube, the flask.

The man inside noticed that someone was looking at him again and turned his head.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other.

The man in the black robe seemed to be more shocked than Fujio.

He said, "How did you get into my house?"

It's just that his distraction, like a bottle doing a chemical experiment, popped, a cloud of red smoke came out, and he failed.

The man in the black robe was a little annoyed, but he was used to it.

Fujio was even more annoyed: "This is my dream, how did you break in." ”

The man in the black robe saw the kitten rolling behind Fujio and understood.

Without saying a word, he walked towards Fujio and stepped out of the door.

Fujio was startled, and at the same time wondered why he hadn't been scared awake yet, this dream was too real, too weird.

The man in the black robe grabbed the kitten, but the kitten obediently did not dare to move, it knew that it had made a mistake.

The man in the black robe knocked on the kitten's head and muttered, "Let you run around to the Muggle world, if the people from the Ministry of Magic know about it, they should trouble me again." ”

Fuji strengthened his courage: "Who are you?"

The man in the black robe held the chopsticks in his hand and waved them at the things in the room, and everything floated up.

Whoosh whoosh ......

Fly into that pocket around the cat's neck.

The room became spacious again.

Fujio was frightened by the scene in front of him.

The man in the black robe said, "I'm a magician, anyway, tell you, you'll forget it later." ”

What will be forgotten?

Fujio didn't know what he meant by this, and was about to open his mouth to ask in detail.

Then he saw the man in the black robe pointing at him with chopsticks.

"Forgotten Dreams!"

A flash of blue light flashed.

Fujio fainted and fell to the ground.

The man in the black robe checked that nothing was missing, and then finally slipped the door into his pocket.

"Phantom manifestations. ”

"Smack. There was a thud.

Everything is back to the way it was.

......

Sunset over the West Mountains.

A golden glow shone on Fujio, and he opened his eyes blankly.

He thought of something, jumped to his feet, and looked around.

"Hoo ......"

Sure enough, there is no mess.

It's a dream.

Fujio patted his head: "I actually dreamed of a cat with a pocket on its body, and everything can be pulled out of it." It's weird. ”

Fujio looked at the beautiful sunset and smiled slightly.

And then......

"Ah!!!!h

"It's already evening!!"

"I haven't delivered it yet!!!"

......

At night, Fujio dragged his sore arm and finally handed over the manuscript to the reminder editor.

That dream about cats came back to my mind.

Fujio's eyes were hazy, and a thought became clear in his head.

When he came back to his senses, he found that on his drawing paper, there was already an image of a blue fat man with a very presumptuous smile.

There is a large pocket on the belly.

Fujio had a flash of inspiration.

A whole new story takes shape.

"I'll call you ......," he wrote heavily on the paper.

"Doraemon!"

......