I sell Coke in the doomsday

“We may not agree with it, we may reject it, but it is undeniable that we always remember it.”

"How should we behave as a human being?"

"Driven by the current mood, I believe that what comes next will be much easier to do."

I listened to Ajie's long speech and was unable to refute anything. What he said was very right and very beautiful, so beautiful that it didn't seem like something a rough man like him would say.

I don’t know what I was thinking, but for some unknown reason, I actually asked Ajie with a smile.

"If there is a chance, I can turn back time and return to before the catastrophe."

"The catastrophe won't happen, but we will lose our memories."

"What do you think you would be willing to give for this opportunity?"

After hearing this, Ajie thought seriously for a while, then said with a firm look.

"If there is such an opportunity, I will seize it at all costs."

"No matter how many people die."

Hearing this, I was stunned, then shook my head, chuckled, and said in a low voice.

"Why does it sound a bit creepy?"

After that, I stopped talking nonsense, waved gently to Ajie, and spoke very casually.

"Okay, I'm going back."

"You should go back and continue to celebrate your Spring Festival."

Ajie grinned, smiled silently, waved at me, and said deliberately.

"Okay, see you next year."

Hearing this old-fashioned joke, I didn't comment or respond. I got into the truck, turned the key, and drove back the way I came.

As night was approaching, Tongtong picked up the book she brought with her and read it carefully. I held the steering wheel with a dark look in my eyes.

As the truck drove, I took a deep breath and talked to myself.

"We...are not leaving."

After she finished speaking, Tongtong's body trembled slightly. The thick book blocked her little face, so I couldn't see her expression.

I once promised Tongtong that after this winter, I would take her away and never ask about anything again.

Be it humans, gods, or that damn gambling, no one cares about it anymore.

But unfortunately, I broke my promise.

I knew Tongtong was listening, and I also knew she might not want to hear what I was going to say next, but I had no choice but to continue speaking softly.

"I'm not leaving."

"I want to win this bet, make another wish, and change the world."

Tongtong still didn't react, but her little hand holding the book was trembling slightly. After a long time, she suddenly put down the book, her blue pupils were crystal clear, covered with a thin layer of mist.

She looked at me as if she was crying and laughing. Her originally pleasant voice became a little dry, and she spoke to me word by word.

"really……"

"Nothing has changed."

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"really……"

"You're still like this."

If anything has changed here.

That was the look in Tongtong's eyes when she looked at me, helpless and lonely. I didn't understand the meaning of it.

I think that one day in the future, I will understand. Although I don’t know how I will feel then, at least at this moment, I have nothing to regret.

Tongtong didn't say anything else. She turned her head slightly and looked at the night outside the window. Her figure suddenly became a little thin.

I subconsciously wanted to say something to comfort her, but my chest was filled with an unknown thing and I couldn't utter a word.

Besides, I don’t know what I should say.

So, on the way back, the two of us remained silent, and no one spoke a word.

I was somewhat optimistic and thought that Tongtong knew me very well and would understand me, but I did not realize that I did not really understand Tongtong.

Under the night sky, the twinkling stars are dotted in the brilliant Milky Way, and the flowing clouds are like silk curtains, entwined around the bright moon.

Under the cold moonlight, I drove the truck, bit by bit towards my destiny.

It was not until the bright moon rose to the middle of the sky that Tongtong and I finally returned home. After opening the door, Tongtong went back to the bedroom without saying a word, obviously still sulking.

I smiled bitterly, walked slowly to the sofa and sat down. Without Tongtong, the whole living room suddenly became empty and deserted. I sat alone on the sofa and let out a long sigh.

"Ugh……"

I have decided to win this gamble, not only for the people who are struggling to survive in this world, but also for myself. I want to take back my lost life.

And this is a step I must take, otherwise I will always be like this damn thing, neither alive nor dead, a walking corpse.

I picked up a book scattered on the sofa, held it in my hand, and started to read it casually. The densely packed words, somewhat disordered, came into my eyes and made no sense.

If I want to take this step, there are some things I must think about.

I threw down the book in my hand, stood up, opened the door, and walked to the first floor.

Do you remember that after Tongtong arrived, I saved a woman, but that crazy woman turned against me and destroyed my residence on the first floor, causing me to move all my belongings upstairs and change rooms.

I walked to the room on the first floor and pushed the door open. It was empty and covered with dust. There was no trace of the place where I had lived.

After a brief stay in the living room, I walked towards an empty room. That room had always been locked and I hadn't been in it for a long time.

The reason why I locked the room was because it was filled with all my negative emotions and it was unbearable for others to look at.

I took out the key and gently opened the door. Dust filled the air instantly. I covered my mouth and nose with my hands, frowned, and stepped in.

The house was in a mess, filled with broken furniture, broken glass, and shattered furniture. It was like a strong wind passing through, turning everything that could be destroyed into tatters.

All of these were my masterpieces. All the broken furniture were sandbags for me to vent my emotions when I was crazy and depressed.

Even on the wall, there are traces of my blood.

I stood in front of the mess on the ground and couldn't help but shake my head. I was so stupid at that time that I could only vent my accumulated emotions through such self-harming methods.

I walked past the mess on the floor and towards the wall, where there was a huge whiteboard that was already covered with the words I cursed myself with at that time.

"Die! Die! Die!"

This was a bit childish, but at the time, I was in a state of madness, so it wasn't hard to understand why I did such a thing.

When did I get out of this predicament?

No, I never got out of that predicament, but compared to the madness I was in then, I had become extremely decadent and no longer had any strength to continue going crazy.

So, I sealed the room later.

It's not that it's hard to talk about it, I'm just too lazy to clean up the garbage on the floor. It's simply because I'm lazy.

I stood in front of the whiteboard, looking at the densely packed, unsightly words, but my mind went blank.

Why did I come here? I don't know, but my body moved on its own, and out of boredom, I began to read the words on the whiteboard word by word.

At the very top, there is a painting of a bird pierced by a sword. The blank space of the bird drawn with a simple stroke is filled with black ink, making it abstract and weird.

I remember that it was the graffiti I drew after I was ambushed for the first time when I returned to this city. At that time, three people stabbed my chest with sharp wooden spikes, then tied my hands and feet, hung me on the back of a car, and dragged me along.

It was painful and I felt desperate, but what was more was the unspeakable anger. In the end, I smashed the bodies of those three people into pieces like a wild beast.

But the anger could never be extinguished. When I returned home, I smashed the house to pieces for the first time.

When I saw something intact shattered in my hands, and the cans that those three people had dreamed of being dumped into the garbage, the anger I felt gradually subsided.

After my anger subsided, I drew this ugly graffiti on the whiteboard.

I continued looking down, and every one of the densely packed graffiti depicted a similar scene.

His head and arms were chopped off, his eyes were stabbed blind, and his head was run over by a car.

In the middle of the whiteboard, the crude scribbles were gone, leaving only the repeated word "death".

"Why, I can't die."

In one place, I wrote down these words. I couldn’t remember what I was thinking at that time, because the thought of wanting to die filled my mind every moment.

Unfortunately, until now, I am neither dead nor crazy.

Looking at these past memories, I can't help but wonder, when did I become what I am now?

Why would I want to save others?

In the darkness, I moved over a table with only a flat surface left, sat on the floor, and stared quietly at the whiteboard in front of me, which was filled with all my anger.

Ten years, ten years.

In the past ten years, I have crossed mountains and seas, alone, walking through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and all I saw were nothing but bones.

Just as I was sitting there in a daze, suddenly a pair of hands reached out from behind me, gently embraced my neck, and a familiar fragrance rushed into my nose.

"Do not look back."

Tongtong's voice became soft and weak. She rested her little face on my shoulder, her lips against my ear, and looked at the whiteboard in front of me with crystal clear eyes.

“Did you write all of this?”

I laughed dryly and wanted to put away the whiteboard in front of me. I didn’t want Tongtong to see this whiteboard. It was like a defect on my body, an old wound that was oozing fester.

It is something that cannot be shared with others.

But my fingers moved and then stopped moving. I looked at the whiteboard in front of me, feeling Tongtong's warm breath, and spoke softly.

"I know it's ugly, don't laugh at me."

Hearing this, Tongtong tightened her arms a little more and spoke in a nasal voice.

“It’s ugly…”

Hearing Tongtong's slightly nasal tone, I wanted to turn around and look at her, but she grabbed my neck tightly and spoke again.

"Don't look back."

I lowered my head helplessly and asked in a low voice.

"Why?"

Tongtong hesitated for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"I look ugly when I cry, and I don't want you to see it."

Hearing this answer, I was a little amused and helpless. I reached out my hand, held Tongtong's little hand, and asked softly.

"Did I make you cry?"

Tongtong took a deep breath and said in a low voice.

"I never knew."

"You've been through this."

I was stunned when I heard that. The words on the whiteboard were just a simple emotional release and did not write anything in detail. How did Tongtong see that?

Suddenly, my heart started beating wildly, like a person who was eager to cover up his shame, I asked in a somewhat helpless manner.

"You...saw something."

Hearing this, Tongtong stretched out her fair little hand, gently touched the words on the whiteboard, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I can feel...some emotions"

"Some...very painful...pain that makes you want to die."

After he finished speaking, I fell silent and stopped talking. I felt like someone had seen my childish side and I didn't know what to do.

Those repressed and negative emotions used to be extremely shameful to me, and were not something that the people I cared about most could see.

Just when I was feeling embarrassed, Tongtong asked me in a low voice.