Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 2: The Items Are Gone

These days, being a student still has its advantages.

There were no gunpowder residues at the scene, and no casualties. The bombing was ultimately resolved peacefully and quietly.

However, Lin An, as the prime suspect, was still given a thorough lecture by the police and fire department.

It was at this moment that Lin An realized that the explosion was an extremely serious accident and a criminal case that had to be thoroughly investigated.

The two police officers also stated that they would conduct a secondary investigation tracing the source of the desk.

Let's mourn for Old Zhou at the recycling station.

After the group finished giving their statements and returned home, it was already 8 p.m. Lin Yi was starving. Seeing that his parents hadn't returned yet, he dragged Lin Meng outside to find something to eat.

As for Doraemon...

She automatically imagined them as Lin An's cronies, the two of them, for some reason, playing with bombs in the room.

This might be unacceptable to others, but Lin An has a criminal record.

When I was four years old, I ran to the countryside and used firecrackers to blow up cow dung.

When I was six years old, I was playing with a magnet in the classroom and it attracted my homeroom teacher's gold bracelet, which made her want to hang herself.

When I was ten years old, I went to the arcade to play "The King of Fighters". I left with only one drop of blood and humiliated a passerby so much that the latter lost his temper and smashed the machine.

There are countless examples of this.

Lin Yi felt that Lin An should bear at least half the responsibility for the family's poverty.

With that in mind, she decided to stay outside a little longer tonight, so that when her parents came home, she wouldn't be covered in blood.

At this time, in the second bedroom.

Lin An counted his savings while cursing at the air.

Registration, examination, medical expenses, plaster cast, taxi fare... a trip to the hospital and two hundred yuan is gone!

Even robbery wouldn't be this efficient!

Lin An carefully laid out the banknotes one by one, stacked them neatly, and placed them solemnly into the inner pocket of the pillowcase as if they were the relics of a martyr. He then zipped up the pillowcase and sighed deeply.

Doraemon sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, feeling guilty, and said:

"Don't worry, I'll make it up to you."

"I'm not sleepy anymore if you talk about this..." Lin An gently rubbed his right leg, looking pained.

"I'm still so young. If I end up with a lifelong disability, my life will be ruined. You have to make it up to me."

Doraemon felt something was off, but still nodded and said:

"I will stay here and do the housework until you are satisfied."

This isn't the answer I wanted... Lin An straightened up and said softly:

"Technology is meant to improve efficiency and change lives, and I'm sure you have a better way."

Doraemon, thinking he was complaining about the slowness, looked around and pointed to the electric fan whose base had been damaged by the explosion:

"I can repair electrical appliances, and if you give me a suitable workshop, I can also upgrade products."

Upgrade what? Can the wind you blow turn into money?

Lin An's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying:

"Isn't there a faster way?"

Doraemon was speechless for a moment, thinking that the guy in front of him was just like Nobita, always liking to take shortcuts.

"I really can't help you."

Doraemon sighed, reached into his four-dimensional pocket in his abdomen, and rummaged through it.

However, the fourth-dimensional space was empty...

???

Doraemon was taken aback.

He must have opened it wrong... He reached his hand back into the four-dimensional pocket.

It remains empty.

Doraemon twisted his stiff neck, slowly looking at Lin An, his eyes filled with tears, and said:

"I...I think I took the wrong bag. There are no props in this one."

Lin An fell silent, crossed his arms, and began to recall what time the scrap collector would arrive tomorrow.

……

……

At 10 p.m., Lin's parents returned.

The two men were carrying a late-night snack, both looking quite pleased with themselves.

These days, having more children than allowed is no small matter. In addition to hefty fines, your workplace may be criticized by your superiors, and you might even face "joint liability."

Fortunately, we got through the toughest days.

The third child has entered primary school and has developed a certain degree of independence.

The second child has always been an excellent student and a very mature and steady person.

The eldest brother hasn't caused much trouble lately, and he even got a good score of 495 on the college entrance exam. Although he might not get into Wudaokou or Yuanmingyuan, he'll definitely get into Beijing University of Technology or Beijing United University with ease!

The elderly couple, who believed that education could change their destiny, were extremely proud at today's class reunion.

They walk with a swagger!

Lin's father, drunk, embraced his wife and grinned, saying:

"I told you long ago, Lin An is always reliable."

"Come on, just the other day you were saying the boss was a money-losing bastard."

Lin's mother rolled her eyes in disgust, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, clearly indicating that she was in a good mood.

As she bent down to change her shoes, she casually asked:

"Are the three little ones asleep?"

Lin Yi poked his head out from the kitchen and glanced at them expressionlessly: "Not asleep."

Lin's mother was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

Lin Yi wiped his hands and said calmly:

Three pieces of news.

"First, Lin An's leg is broken."

Second, Lin An blew up the room.

"Third, Lin An took in a big eater who was crying and begging for dorayaki... I don't know what that is, but it's probably some kind of snack."

Lin's father's smile froze on his face.

Lin's mother almost dropped the late-night snack in her hand.

The living room was silent for three seconds.

boom!

Lin's mother slammed her hand on the shoe cabinet. "Sure enough, if you don't discipline someone for three days, they'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles!"

She gritted her teeth, her gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping towards the tightly closed door of the second bedroom:

"He's asleep?!"

Lin Yi shook his head.

Lin's mother took a deep breath, rolled up her sleeves, and strode over.

Lin's father, having sobered up considerably, quickly followed behind, whispering:

"The child's leg is broken, so please be careful..."

"Good that it's broken! Now that it's broken, they can't run away!"

Lin's mother pushed open the door.

Inside the room, a blue raccoon dog—well, it should be a raccoon dog—was hugging a pillow and crying its eyes out, as if its mother had died.

Lin An sat on the edge of the bed, waiting quietly without saying a word.

Just as Lin's mother was about to scold someone, she saw her son looking over.

His eyes were extremely calm.

"you......"

Lin's mother opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Lin An's gaze silenced her.

In a daze, she felt as if she had returned to more than ten years ago.

At that time, she was pregnant with Lin Yi, her family was facing a hefty fine, and her workplace was frequently making things difficult for her; it was the most difficult time of her life.

Three-year-old Lin An also quietly watched himself cry in the night.

They never uttered a word, yet they never left.

Lin's mother stood at the door, her lips moved, but a thousand words turned into a sigh:

"Does your leg hurt?"

Lin An shook his head slightly.

Lin's mother said nothing more and turned to leave.

Lin's father, standing behind him, was completely bewildered, but also relieved that a fight hadn't broken out.

She glanced at her son's messy bedroom and asked, "Should I go to the furniture market tomorrow?"

Lin An shook his head again.

"Then you should go to bed early too. There are some late-night snacks in the fridge if you get hungry."

After saying that, Lin's father turned and left, closing the door behind him and taking Lin Yi, who was eavesdropping at the door, with him.

In the room, Lin An sighed and said to Doraemon:

"Okay, I was just joking. I'll help you, don't cry."

Doraemon wiped away his tears and said dejectedly, "With the technology of your time, it's very difficult."

"Take your time. Time shouldn't mean anything to you," Lin An said.

Doraemon paused, then his fighting spirit rekindled: "You're right. As long as I take it one step at a time, I'm sure I can get back."

After saying that, he became curious again, "Why are you willing to help me?"

During his time with Lin An, Doraemon did not think that Lin An was the kind of person who was charitable.

Lin An did not answer, but looked out the window.

Beijing was pitch black late at night, with only a few streetlights flickering in the distance. I wondered if they were either students staying up late to prepare for exams or adults struggling to make a living.

His thoughts were instantly pulled back to more than a decade ago. The voices and appearances of those people had long since become blurred, but some things could never be completely forgotten.

Looking at Lin An's lonely eyes, Doraemon suddenly understood something.

So, it turns out you're someone who has also lost everything.