I sell Coke in the doomsday

"Uncle Su, do you think of your mother?"

Hearing this, I was stunned for a moment, then I smiled bitterly. I rubbed the little guy's head and whispered.

"Yes, of course."

Yang Yu blinked his eyes, his nose tip turned slightly red, and he was still trying hard to hold back his tears. He asked me in a low voice.

"Then...Uncle Su, what kind of person is your mother?"

My eyes flickered and my thoughts drifted away. After a moment, I smiled and spoke softly.

"The food she cooks is delicious. I have never eaten such appetizing food from another person."

"She also likes to clean the room. I can only go back a few times a year, but my room is always cleaned by her."

"It's also nagging. It's really nagging."

I was a little absent-minded and said a lot without realizing it. After I came to my senses, I smiled at Yang Yu apologetically and spoke softly.

"Sorry, I was a bit nagging too."

Yang Yu shook his head slightly and asked me curiously.

"Then...did Uncle Su cry?"

Hearing this, I burst out laughing, tapped his head lightly with my fingers, and answered calmly.

"Of course I cried. Crying is not just for children."

Hearing this, Yang Yu seemed relieved, but still unwilling to give up and continued to ask.

"what about now?"

I lowered my eyebrows, moved the corners of my mouth slightly, and spoke in a low voice.

"It's terrible, I'm used to this kind of thing."

"I can't cry even if I want to."

"so what……"

I lowered the little guy's head slightly so that we couldn't see his face clearly, and whispered in a low voice.

"Cry well while you still can."

"Whether you like it or not, you'll get used to it eventually."

Yang Yu didn't raise his head, his shoulders began to tremble slightly, and he cried silently. I shifted my gaze away and continued to look at the bumpy road ahead.

It took me eleven years to try to get used to this world, but I still felt out of place. What else could I ask for from this little child?

The car became quiet again, with only the sound of a child crying.

I don't know how long it took before the shield outpost appeared in our sight. As the distance got closer, I couldn't help but start to get nervous.

I don’t know if Ajie is prepared. If the people he arranges fail to perform well, then we will lose the opportunity to convince others.

Don't make any mistakes.

I nervously began to exhale and inhale, and then repeated instructions to the two people sitting in the back.

"Remember this, both of you. No matter who comes up to hug you, don't show that you don't know him. Just go along with him."

"Do you understand?"

When I gave the third instruction, the car had already stopped at the gate of the stronghold. In order not to reveal my tracks, I had to stop my actions and wait patiently for the gate to open.

At this time, Ajie should be gathering everyone in the stronghold to come and be the audience for the next big show, so it will probably take a long time before someone comes to open the door.

However, just as I was ready to wait, the gate of the stronghold slowly opened.

What's going on? Did Ajie gather everyone so quickly?

My brain became confused in an instant, and I could only step on the accelerator and drive the car into the stronghold.

However, as soon as I entered the base, my face instantly fell.

I saw that there was not as dense a crowd as I had imagined inside the shield stronghold. On the contrary, there was no one at the gate except the two people who opened the door.

My head became more and more confused. After stopping the car, I opened the door and asked the two people who opened the door anxiously.

"What about Ajie? Didn't he say anything to you?"

Of the two people who opened the door, the younger one answered me with a normal expression.

"Mr. Su may not know that the leader fell ill the day after you left. He had a high fever and was lying in bed for several days."

Hearing this, my eyes twitched and I finally gave up completely. Illness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread. When something like this happens, it can only be considered bad luck for Ajie and I, and we can't blame anyone else.

I sighed, turned to the three people in the car, and said helplessly.

"Forget it, the three of you should follow these two around the base."

After saying that, I spoke to the person who opened the door.

"I brought these three people here. Please take them around the base."

"When the three of them have finished their rounds, take them to find me in Ajie's room."

After giving some simple instructions, I left the car and rushed to Ajie's room eagerly.

In the end times, any minor illness may develop into a serious illness. Ajie is in good health, but I am still a little worried.

I walked through the houses in the stronghold and finally arrived at the door of the stronghold. Just as I was about to push the door open, I heard a familiar voice in the house.

"Come on, open your mouth."

It was a woman's voice, belonging to Wang Zixuan. I was stunned for a moment, then tiptoed and pushed the door open a little, and looked into the house through the crack like a thief.

In the simple house, Ajie, with a pale face, was sitting on the bed with his back leaning, looking very weak. Wang Zixuan was sitting beside the bed with a bowl of corn porridge in her hand, holding a spoon, frowning, and speaking to Ajie on the bed in a commanding tone.

"Be obedient and open your mouth."

Ajie, who has always been generous, was a little shy. He wanted to snatch the corn porridge from Wang Zixuan's hand, but after being glared at by Wang Zixuan, he retracted his hand in embarrassment.

Seeing this scene, even a fool would know what happened.

I smacked my lips softly, making a sour sound.

"Alas!"

Then, I closed the door carefully, turned around and waited outside, and my mood relaxed a lot.

Yes, this plan has failed. At worst, we can just wait for next time. It’s also a good thing that Ajie and Wang Zixuan can get together.

However, there seems to be a big age difference between these two guys.

This guy Ajie is such a beast.

As I sighed like this, I looked down.

Ajie's room was built on the mountainside, not far from my room. It had a wide view and when I looked down, I could see the entire picture of the stronghold below.

Winter is not over yet, and there are not many people outside, only a few people, basking in the sun and stretching their muscles.

With nothing else to do, I took advantage of the terrain and looked down across the entire stronghold, searching for the three people I brought with me.

After a tour, I finally saw the three people. They were being taken to visit the farmland. I didn't know how they felt when they saw such a backward stronghold since they had not experienced the apocalyptic ten years.

I thought about it and decided that as the leader, no matter how I thought about it, I should follow the three of them.

Anyway, Wang Zixuan and Ajie in the room might continue to be together for a while, and I couldn’t bear to see that, so I stopped hesitating and walked down the mountain.

The sun was shining brightly, and I walked slowly on the wet road.

When I walked to the foot of the mountain, I headed towards the farmland, thinking that I might run into those three people.

However, when I was halfway there, I heard several shouts of surprise.

"Yang Yu, where are you going?"

I stopped and looked hurriedly towards the source of the sound, only to see a small figure running past me. Upon closer inspection, it was the little guy Yang Yu.

What's going on?

I didn't have time to think about it and subconsciously wanted to chase after him. However, when I turned around, I saw little Yang Yu fall down on the muddy road.

The child, however, continued to run forward regardless of the mud all over his body. I was stunned for a moment and stopped for some unknown reason.

What is it that is attracting this child?

Under my gaze, Yang Yu continued to run forward, towards an old figure, but finally stopped timidly, as if he was afraid that he had recognized the wrong person.

The figure had his back to Yang Yu and had no idea that there was a little child standing behind him.

Yang Yu seemed to have really recognized the wrong person. He stood behind that figure and didn't say anything for a long time. Just when I was about to leave, Yang Yu called out weakly.

"mom."

As soon as the words fell, the figure was shocked and slowly turned around. It was a woman with gray hair and a weathered face. She looked at Yang Yu in front of her and stood there in a daze.

But Yang Yu finally became certain of something. He showed the woman a smile that only a child could smile, and shouted again in a louder voice.

"Mother."

The next moment, the woman seemed to melt, and suddenly knelt on the ground, trembling in Yang Yu's arms, collapsing with tears streaming down her face.

The sobbing sound reached me. The woman cried very restrainedly. She held the little Yang Yu in her arms and kept sobbing.

"Child...my child."

The woman's crying attracted many people to watch, and some people who were originally in the house also came over following the sound of crying.

To be honest, this scene was not as touching as I imagined. It was just two people hugging each other and crying.

However, Ajie and I achieved our goal by some unexpected circumstances.

I looked at the woman, who looked so old, and couldn't help but sigh.

Judging from her age, this woman shouldn't be that old. Why is she aging so fast?

As I thought about this, I turned around and walked forward.

Now that my goal has been achieved, I can take a good rest.

There were two happy events in one day, which made it worth my while to sleep in.

……

At the same time, in the greenhouse.

Zi Su squatted outside the greenhouse, using a wooden stick to carefully draw something on the snow that had not yet melted.

After a moment, Zi Su straightened up, threw away the branch, clapped his hands, and said with great satisfaction.

"The painting is done."

"Xinghe, come and see if it looks like you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mysterious girl named Xinghe by Zi Su poked her head out from behind Zi Su and looked carefully at the simple portrait on the snow.

Zi Su's painting skills, if not lifelike, can be said to be pretty bad. The painting on the snow is more like a pancake with two eggs added than a portrait.

Xinghe pursed her lips, looked back at Zisu, and spoke very frankly.

“The painting is ugly.”

Zi Su frowned, reached out and grabbed Xing He's ear, and said unhappily.

"Nonsense, you don't understand art at all."

Xinghe felt pain, but did not resist. She just spoke with a look of grievance.

“But it’s really ugly.”

Zi Su loosened his fingers, picked up a branch from the ground, handed it to Xing He, and said unconvincedly.

"Then try it."

Xinghe smiled sweetly, took the branch, turned around, turned her back to Zisu, and began to draw on the snow.

Zi Su looked at Xing He who had her back to her, and suddenly felt dazed. She bit her lips quietly, clenched her fists slightly, and asked Xing He softly.

"Xinghe, you..."

"Who is he?"

Hearing this, Xing He did not hesitate at all. She turned around, looked at Zi Su, showed an unguarded smile, and answered sweetly.