I sell Coke in the doomsday

“And then change.”

Chapter 169: Things That Cannot Be Changed (V)

"I've killed a lot of people, good and bad."

"The gunshot rang out, leaving a body behind, and I pulled away."

"Logically speaking, I've long been accustomed to separation and death, and it's hard for me to be moved again."

Ajie felt a little at a loss. He rubbed his face with his hands, lowered his head, and laughed like he was crying. His throat seemed to be filled with sand, and his voice was slightly hoarse and dry.

"But that day, I felt like a hole had been cut open in my heart."

"I don't know why. I can't figure it out, and I can't understand it..."

I was slightly touched and reached out to pat Ajie's shoulder without saying anything. Ajie took a long breath, then slowly exhaled and continued in a low voice.

"I can't figure it out, and I don't want to think about it anymore. Since I feel uncomfortable, I just don't want to let this happen again."

Having said that, Ajie turned his head and looked at me and said softly.

"You know, even though we don't want to think about it, things like that were very common during that catastrophe."

"All of us have lost something important to us to a greater or lesser extent."

"Family, friends, lovers..."

"It's hard to mend a broken mirror."

My eyes flickered and I closed them slightly. A trace of pain flashed through my mind and I couldn't help but clench my fists.

Yes, my life has long been torn apart. My parents, elders, and friends who loved me are no longer here. Those warm memories have become mottled and gradually blurred under the passage of time.

And I...wanted to run away, to run away like a coward.

After a moment, I came back to my senses, glanced at Ajie indifferently, and asked softly.

"Why are you suddenly telling me this?"

Ajie was a little abnormal today. He has always been a real guy, but at the same time he was unwilling to reveal his past. It was not normal that he talked about the past today.

Hearing this, Ajie did not answer immediately. He deliberately turned his head away, reached into his pocket and fumbled around. Finally, he took out a crumpled box of cigarettes, took out a cigarette from it and handed it to me.

"I know you love smoking, so I collected this especially for you."

I didn't refuse. I reached out to take the cigarette that Ajie handed to me, put it in my lips, and watched him light the cigarette for me, but he didn't mean to smoke.

I took a light puff of the cigarette in my hand, a spark lit up, and blue smoke poured into my throat. I took a deep breath, then exhaled the smoke with a satisfied look on my face, then looked at Ajie sideways and asked.

"Don't you smoke?"

Ajie shook his head slightly and said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I don't know how long this smoke has been there. Who knows what's in it? I'm not immortal."

"I don't dare to smoke."

To be honest, I really want Tongtong to come over and press Ajie's head to the ground.

Having said that, I didn't throw away the cigarette in my hand. I looked at Ajie quietly, waiting for him to give me an answer.

After hesitating for a long time, Ajie smiled bitterly, turned his head to look at the stage in the distance, and said softly.

"You want to leave, don't you?"

"I can sense that you want to leave here. Perhaps you are fed up with all this. You are immortal, and you can live very comfortably in this world."

"But I don't want you to leave. You can scold me and hit me, but this stronghold really needs you."

"You can easily find scarce supplies. The idea of ​​rebuilding civilization cannot be separated from you."

Ajie lowered his head slightly, feeling a little ashamed and guilty.

"That's why I'm going to tell you about my past."

"We want you to stay and continue to help us."

"That sounds... shameless, right?"

I got the answer I wanted. It wasn't an answer that I hated or resisted, but I still nodded obediently and commented.

"Well, it's absolutely shameless."

I exhaled a cloud of white smoke and looked towards the stage in the distance, watching the two children clumsily telling the old-fashioned, patchwork crosstalk, pretending to be relaxed.

"You really farted with your pants down."

"It's unnecessary."

I threw away the burnt cigarette butt, stepped on it, exerted a little force with my toes, put out the spark, and whispered.

"I'm not leaving. This is a decision I made before you said those words."

Hearing this, Ajie turned around in surprise, couldn't help scratching his head, and said with a strange expression.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier, causing me to do such unnecessary stupid things?"

"Come on, you didn't ask me."

"How can I even ask such a thing?"

While Ajie and I were arguing with each other, the preparations below seemed to have been completed. There were people sitting at the tables everywhere. When I looked again, Tongtong and Zisu, who were originally at loggerheads, actually found a table and sat down. They seemed to be chatting about something calmly.

Seeing this, Ajie patted my back and said unhappily.

"Come on, let's sit down too."

"The New Year's Eve dinner is about to begin."

Hearing this, I looked up at the sky. The sun was still some time away from setting, so it didn't seem like it was time to have the New Year's Eve dinner.

But it’s true, if we really wait until night, it will be pitch black and there won’t be much means of lighting.

I followed Ajie and sat at the table where Tongtong and Zisu sat. It seemed that the table was specially prepared for us. No one else sat there except us.

What’s interesting is that Tongtong has been entangled by the talkative Zi Su and is listening very seriously to the messy stories coming out of Zi Su’s mouth.

Over in the kitchen, people kept coming out, carrying all kinds of...corn, and started putting the dishes in.

A bowl of corn porridge was placed in front of me. The bowl was made of wood and seemed to be coated with colloid inside. There were no gaps. It was an extremely simple bowl.

Tongtong was very interested in the corn porridge. She picked up the wooden spoon beside her, gently scooped up the clear soup, took a sip, and then her eyes narrowed like crescents. It seemed that she liked the taste very much.

Then, Tongtong turned away from Zisu who was still talking, scooped up a spoonful of corn porridge with a spoon, and handed it to me with an expectant look on her face.

Seeing this, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Although this kind of thing seemed normal to Tongtong, I still felt a little uncomfortable doing such an intimate thing in public.

However, looking at Tongtong's expectant eyes, I couldn't refuse, so I could only bite the bullet, lean over, and drink the soup from the wooden spoon.

"Shh~"

Suddenly, there was a round of booing towards Tongtong and me in the audience. At first, it was just a few people, but as the booing sounded, other people also noticed this side. They might not understand the booing, but it did not stop them from joining in the fun.

As a result, the booing became louder and louder, and even Zi Su next to me started to imitate him. My face turned red, but I still had to pretend to be thick-skinned.

Tongtong didn't care about the booing at all. Instead, she smiled sweetly at me and asked softly.

"Is it tasty?"

I smiled and answered softly.

"delicious."

This bowl of corn porridge has a light sweetness, and the corn kernels are soft yet chewy. It seems that the chef that Ajie hired is indeed very reliable.

The boos were still going on, but the ridiculously large TV on the stage had already started up. With a sound, everyone's attention was drawn to the TV.

Just then, along with festive music, several people we were once very familiar with appeared on the screen. They had smiles on their faces and were holding microphones. Their voices passed through the screen and fell into the ears of all of us.

“The wind and rain send spring away.”

"Flying snow welcomes the arrival of spring."

“The New Year’s bell is about to ring.”

"To all the audience friends."

""Happy New Year!""

Chapter 170 Things That Cannot Be Changed (VI)

Those familiar faces and familiar voices appeared on the TV screen. In an instant, the entire place fell silent. Everyone stared at the TV screen in a daze with complicated expressions.

On the TV screen, the stage lights are bright and colorful. People are wearing beautiful new clothes, dancing and singing on the stage, dazzling.

Outside the TV screen, people are wearing tattered clothes, have weather-beaten faces, and dark skin. Some people unconsciously hide their palms, not wanting to show their dirty hands.

A breeze suddenly blew, and a few suppressed sobs were heard, which made people sad.

I don’t know what they were thinking about, but it seemed that no matter what they were thinking about, they had a reason to cry and be sad.

This is also true for me.

I stared blankly at the people on the TV screen, feeling mixed emotions. Those people who were once alive and brilliant were now sitting on the bare earth, wearing dirty clothes and looking destitute.

I squinted my eyes, my vision was hazy, and in the blur I saw countless fireworks rising into the night sky, blooming brilliantly. But when I looked closely, I could only see wind and sand, no fireworks at all.

Reminiscing about the past is really a harmful thing.

If it were back then, on New Year's Day, I should have sat comfortably on the sofa, smelling the aroma of food in the kitchen, and chatting with my parents about ordinary trivial matters.

However, even in my memories, my parents' appearance is a little blurry, and in my most feared nightmare, my parents' faces turn pale, like porcelain, with countless cracks spreading, and they can break at any time.

I couldn't see their appearance clearly, and I almost forgot their voices. I was completely lost in this apocalypse.

My life, my happiness, everything I ever had, has been shattered and will never be whole again.

The clouds in the sky gathered and dispersed, the cool breeze lifted up some sand, and a suppressed and sad atmosphere began to spread in the scene. Those who had experienced that era stared at the TV screen in a daze, their eyes red, but they bit their lips tightly, refusing to cry out.

Even Zi Su, who was usually noisy, became unusually silent. She blinked and looked at that place with a sad and nostalgic look in her eyes.

If there had not been this doomsday, she would still be a student, with her own good friends, chatting and laughing every day, and returning home, her loving mother would be waiting for her.

But now, she is a decisive killer who can sit on a pile of corpses and chat and laugh.

I don’t know the bitterness of it, and I don’t want to think about it.

It's really ridiculous that because of a thought from God, all of our lives have been turned upside down and plunged into hell.

The party lasted for a long time and the atmosphere was depressing and weird. When it got dark, I took the initiative to say goodbye to Ajie and prepared to go home.

Ajie didn't say anything, he stood up and took the initiative to see me off. Tongtong couldn't stay any longer and ran back to the car anxiously.

I stood outside the car, looking into Ajie's eyes. After thinking for a while, I couldn't help but ask him.

"Is this Spring Festival messed up? I don't think anyone is very happy."

Upon hearing this, Ajie did not hesitate at all. He shook his head slightly at me and spoke softly.

"On the contrary, the party was more successful than I expected."

Facing my puzzled look, Ajie looked calm and spoke slowly.

"Humans are very emotional animals. Many things, experiences, and choices are made under the stimulation of emotions."

"Today, everyone is not unhappy, but sad."

"They feel sad that they once lived a good life. Under such emotional stimulation, they will remember more of the past, and also remember..."

“We were human once.”

Ajie seemed to find this sentence funny. He pursed his lips and wanted to laugh, but he showed a bitter expression.

"This catastrophe has not taught us anything. Most people just rely on animal instincts to survive, competing for resources, killing each other, and hating each other."

"These are ingrained in our animal bones and cannot be changed."

"but……"

Ajie took a deep breath, paused, then raised his voice and spoke slowly.

"But... the things we have learned and followed... about order and civilization, are still there."

"Our animal instincts are hardwired into our bones, but our past memories, what we have learned, are also unchangeable."