In the evening, the funeral ended.
Upon returning home, Nobita went straight to his room on the second floor and fell asleep, likely due to crying too much.
Doraemon sat by the bed, stroking Nobita's head, silently comforting him.
In the master bedroom on the first floor, a grieving woman was drinking alone at a table, lost in sorrow.
"Wuwu~ Wuwu~"
The alcohol flowed down her smooth collarbone, dampening the front of her clothes.
With tears in her eyes, Nobi Tamako was not wearing glasses at this moment. Her delicate face, coupled with her rosy cheeks, made her appear utterly charming.
To look alluring, one must wear mourning clothes; the ancients were truly wise, they did not deceive me.
"Aunt Yuzi..."
Looking at the beautiful woman dressed in black widow's attire, Nobi Hiroshi unconsciously walked over, wanting to comfort her.
Before he could even speak, a pair of arms embraced him directly, and Yuzi, smelling of alcohol, enveloped Hiroshi's face.
"Xiao Hong, why did your uncle suddenly go mad? Why did our family encounter such a thing, wuwuwu~"
The woman cried very sadly. Her husband's sudden madness was hard to accept; he was such a normal person.
"Aunt Yuzi, don't dwell on what has already happened. We should be strong and cherish the days ahead."
Nobi Hiroshi was held in Yuzi's embrace, sniffing her delicate fragrance, and gently patted her soft back, comforting her in a low voice.
As for Daisuke's sudden illness, he actually had an answer in his heart: he must have eaten the cookies with the Fool's Bomb.
Speaking of which, wouldn't Nobi Nobita be eliminating a relative for the greater good? Cough cough... It's better not to make this truth public.
"Mm, you're right, we should be strong and face life."
"You must be laughing at me, Xiao Hong. Auntie is so useless, I even have to cry to you."
Yuzi extended her fair hand, wiping away the tears on her cheeks, and forced a strong smile, but the void in her heart was still not filled.
She slowly opened her eyes and suddenly felt something poking her. Her hazy eyes gradually focused, it was exactly the comforting medicine she needed.
"Aunt Yuzi, you are..."
Nobi Hiroshi was suddenly pushed down.
It was all because of holding her soft body, his mind began to wander.
"Xiao Hong, Auntie is so sad right now, you can help me, right...?"
Yuzi, intoxicated by alcohol, uninhibitedly released her inner desires, slowly undressing in front of the Zheng Tai.
"Hiss..."
Nobi Hiroshi lay on the tatami, looking up at Nobi Daisuke's photograph, sinking into a warm Peach Blossom Spring.
A formal transformation and sublimation.
"Ding, Physique + 1"
"Ding, Physique + 1"
"Ding, Physique + 1"
"Ding, Physique + 1"
Listening to the system's notification sounds, Nobi Hiroshi, trapped in an ancient battlefield, fought with increasing vigor.
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The next morning, the young Zheng Tai groggily opened his eyes. Beside him, a satisfied Yuzi was still immersed in her beautiful dream.
"Ugh... So tired..."
Exhaling a mouthful of stale air, Nobi Hiroshi refreshedly pulled away the arm resting on him, climbed out of bed, and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up.
He was covered in sweat, which was a bit uncomfortable.
But the experience was great; there was no need for any extra movements, Yuzi was very caring and served him perfectly.
With plenty to go around, he probably wouldn't conjure up a younger brother or sister for Nobita, right?
Nobi Hiroshi couldn't think that far ahead, but it was better to be careful in the future.
"It's morning... Time to prepare breakfast. Hiro and the others have school."
With her fair arms propping up the bedsheet, Yuzi suddenly felt a change in her body.
She looked down, and her face instantly turned pale as she tremblingly touched herself.
"How... how could this be...?"
"I actually... with Xiao Hong..."
After sobering up, the images in her mind slowly emerged like a revolving lantern.
"Xiao Hong..."
Coming to the hallway, seeing Nobi Hiroshi walk out of the bathroom, Yuzi didn't know how to express her feelings at that moment.
Surprise, panic, unease, worry, all mixed together, extremely complex.
"Xiao Hong, can you forgive Aunt Tamako? Aunt Tamako didn't do it on purpose, doing something like that..."
Nobi Tamako squatted down, speaking humbly, if only she could pull up her collar.
"It's alright, Aunt Tamako. I understand you. I won't blame you for this.
And, I actually really like that feeling..."
"Really? That's great."
Nobi Tamako couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and a hint of joy rose in her heart.
Hiro actually said he liked it, so wouldn't that mean it could happen every day?
Cough, cough, Yuzi, what are you thinking? Is this fair to your husband who just passed away?
Besides, Xiao Hong's body definitely can't take it. For diligent study, twice a week is enough. Too much study is a burden.
With her knot untied and her heart comforted, Nobi Tamako happily went to the kitchen to cook.
After placing breakfast on the table, she ran to the bathroom to shower. She definitely had to wash, although washing now probably wouldn't do much good.
"Nobita, are you only eating this much?"
Doraemon looked at Nobita, who was putting on his backpack and getting ready for school, and asked worriedly.
"I don't have much appetite..."
The sadness in his heart hadn't subsided yet.
Nobi Nobita walked towards the entrance dejectedly, and on the way, he saw a radiant Nobi Tamako. He felt that his mother was a little different from usual, as if she had become younger and gentler.
And in the following days, Yuzi, who had broken through her inner turmoil, became inseparable from Nobi Hiroshi. She had clearly resolved to diligently study twice a week, but it eventually turned into twice a day.
Nobi Hiroshi also found joy in his suffering. Besides Yuzi, he also had to spend some time cultivating Shizuka's feelings.
Being so busy every day, the time for training his superpowers and exercising was sharply reduced. What a sin.
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"There are many types of dreams, and they often take us to different worlds."
"Like scary dreams, sad dreams, and dreams that make people want to sleep."
In the classroom, Terakoya Eiichirou held his textbook, reciting like a repeater, popularizing some interesting knowledge.
All the students in the class were listening very carefully to the teacher, besides the main lesson, everything else was always so captivating.
Of course, there were three exceptions who weren't listening carefully.
They were the whispering Nobi Hiroshi and Shizuka, and Nobita, who was relishing his beautiful dream from last night.
"Oh, it's such a pity. I finally had a beautiful dream yesterday."
Nobi Nobita sat in his seat, lamenting softly, thinking how his wonderful dream from last night was interrupted by his mother calling him, which was a shame.
He knew that in his dream, he not only became the hero Golden Mask and rescued Shizuka from monsters.
He also showed off in front of Nobi Hiroshi, Gian, and Xiao Fu.
Facing the timid trio, only he himself mustered the courage to fight the monster, thus winning the beauty.
Recalling the jealous expressions on Nobi Hiroshi and the others' faces, Nobita couldn't stop grinning.