I sell Coke in the doomsday

This feeling of being a zombie has not lasted for a long time.

I don’t know how much time had passed, the light around me became dimmer and dimmer, the all-pervasive darkness was pressing towards me.

Suddenly, I felt suffocated, and those vague and distant memories resurfaced in my mind.

In a trance, I saw my past self, lying on a hospital bed, using my skinny arms to make a wish on my cell phone.

A healthy body that can drink Coke forever.

Why should I make that wish?

Oh, I remember now, at that time my muscles began to atrophy and I couldn’t walk normally. I couldn’t even hold my mobile phone. I needed a nurse to take care of me so that I could send that wishing text message.

My parents returned to their hometown for follow-up treatment and planned to sell the house. At that time, I really wanted to drink Coke, but I couldn’t get it. Is that why I had such a weird wish?

Gradually, the continuous explosion of flesh and blood slowed down, and finally stopped happening.

I lay on the cold snow, stretched out my palms, and gently wiped the blood from my eyes. I wiped very hard and it hurt.

Finally, my normal vision returned. What I saw was the pitch-black night sky. There was no moon or stars, only endless darkness.

At this moment, I prefer the complete darkness of the night to the sky full of stars.

The starry sky is huge and dangerous, like those two damn nebulae.

I slowly turned over and sat up, looking back, I saw many corpses in the snow, some from the ancient city stronghold and some from the Chaishan stronghold.

Ajie and I caused quite a few deaths in this stronghold.

I don’t know why the ancient city stronghold didn’t send any more people, but I know that staying there any longer would be very dangerous.

After a quick glance, I suddenly stopped and looked at a weak figure in the darkness.

The man was seriously injured. He leaned against the wall, hiding in the shadows and gasping for breath.

I looked at the figure carefully, suddenly smiled, sat down where I was, waved to the person gently and said hello.

"Long time no see, Wang Quan."

Under the shadow, Wang Quan looked pale and smiled weakly with a complicated expression. He looked at me, hesitated for a moment, and also waved his hand, speaking in a weak voice.

"Hello... Mo Li."

This is truly a nostalgic name.

There was a pistol next to me. It should be the one Ajie left to me. It was stained with a lot of blood and my flesh. I wiped off the blood and flesh with my sleeve and said softly.

"That's weird. I thought Ajie would shoot again and no one would be left alive."

Wang Quan did not hide anything and answered very frankly.

"Maybe it's because I'm lucky, or maybe it's because I'm good at pretending to be dead."

I didn't comment, took out the magazine, checked the condition of the bullets, then put the magazine back, held the pistol, and pointed it at Wang Quan's head.

Good, the magazine is full.

I clenched my pistol and looked at the weak Wang Quan, but what came to my mind was the way he killed people with Wang Zixuan when they attacked the stronghold. My expression inevitably became a little complicated, and I couldn't help but whispered.

"How did you become like this?"

Wang Quan smiled bitterly and shook his head. He didn't explain anything. He just looked at me curiously and asked.

"This should be the first time we meet, why do you look so familiar with me... Oh, Qiqi is the same, when he first saw me, he was also very familiar with my appearance."

I narrowed my eyes slightly, my finger pressed on the trigger, and my voice suddenly became colder.

"I know you have a gun hidden in your hand. Don't be stupid. I can make your death more painful."

Wang Quan's eyes dimmed slightly, then he took out a pistol, threw it aside, and said softly.

"I'm not that stupid."

"I don't expect to kill an immortal. I just want to know what you two Mo Li are up to before I die."

I suddenly fell silent, holding the pistol, looking at the person in front of me, the person I regarded as a friend in my past reincarnation, the good old man who was too idealized in my memory.

"What on earth did Qiqi do to you?"

Wang Quan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at me with some surprise, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke softly.

"Nothing, he just made me understand a simple truth."

"What's the point?"

"That is, I am not as great as I thought."

"And what I once pursued was so meaningless."

I was stunned for a moment, then I couldn't help but sigh and said.

"I think I understand what you've been through."

I put down the gun, my expression became calm, and I spoke slowly.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan nodded indifferently and replied in a low voice.

"Of course, I don't mind living a little longer."

I exhaled a breath of white air. In the low temperature, water vapor evaporated and tiny water droplets slowly floated up.

"What exactly is the so-called meaning?"

Hearing this, Wang Quan was about to answer with a smile, but then he froze where he was, unable to say anything.

Many of the answers we think are simple are actually just a cloud of vague smoke, vaguely visible and seemingly within reach, but never to be grasped.

It only exists in our hearts as a vague image, but we subconsciously ignore it. There may never be any real answer.

Wang Quan's eyes were empty, his thoughts were scattered, and he said with a bit of loneliness.

"I thought the answer was simple, but when I think about it, it seems like I can't say anything."

“Can you tell me the answer?”

I shook my head and answered frankly.

"Sorry, I don't have the answer to this question either."

“But I remember Camus said this.”

“The meaning of life lies in the courage to bear the meaninglessness of life.”

There was a glimmer in Wang Quan's eyes. He covered the wound on his body with his hand and spoke softly.

"I've heard that, too, but I forgot it later."

I nodded, sat up straight, lowered the muzzle of my gun, randomly sketched strange patterns on the snow, and whispered.

"Camus is amazing, people like us will never say such things in our lifetime."

“Life doesn’t have to really have a meaning.”

"It is enough that I have not lived in vain and have not died in vain."

Wang Quan smiled, but there wasn't much of a real smile on his face, instead there was a hint of gloom.

"But I feel that no matter how I live this life, it will be a waste of life and death."

The disillusionment of an idealist is indeed more exaggerated than I imagined.

I thought about it and asked a new question.

"Tell me, what does your ideal mean to you?"

Wang Quan frowned slightly, thought seriously, and then spoke slowly.

“I want results, good and evil will have results.”

"Instead of me doing so much and nothing changes."

Hearing this, I sneered and shook my head repeatedly. Under Wang Quan's puzzled eyes, I took out a stone and asked softly.

"Do you see this stone?"

Wang Quan looked confused and could only nod and answer.

"I saw it."

I held the stone in my hand and explained seriously.

“Is this stone abominable?”

Wang Quan frowned even more tightly and shook his head.

"How can a stone be hateful?"

I didn't answer his question. Instead, I took off my shoes, put the stone into the shoes, and then put on the shoes. The stone was hard and it hurt my feet, but I asked Wang Quan again.

"Now, do you think this stone is hateful?"

Wang Quan was stunned for a moment, then answered in a low voice.

“Now that’s a bit abominable.”

Chapter 148: Me and My “Understanding”

"Since you think this stone is hateful, what should you do?"

"Of course, that's throwing the stone out."

Hearing this, I took off my shoes, poured out the stone, held it between my fingers again, looked at Wang Quan, and said softly.

"In fact, the things we hate, killing, tyranny, and all kinds of evil, are like this stone."

"It has always been there, but we just haven't seen it. Who would hate something they haven't seen?"

"But when it gets into our shoes, we feel it, see it, and throw it out."

I held the stone in my hand, my eyes wandering, thinking of many things, and whispered.

“This stone will make us uncomfortable and sad. When we throw this stone away, perhaps that is what we call justice.”

"But we know that we just threw the stone out, and one day it will get stuck in the sole of another person's shoe, and the process will repeat itself."

"Pain will never truly disappear as long as there is a living thing in this world."

I raised my head, looked at Wang Quan who seemed to be thinking about something, and continued.

“You throw away a stone, but the same stone gets stuck in your shoe.”

"So you start to think that shoes don't do anything and take them off."

"Without the protection of shoes, you will find out how many stones there are on the ground when you are barefoot."

“Every step I take, it hurts.”

I threw away the stone in my hand, slowly stood up, and walked towards Wang Quan, talking as I walked.

"We wear shoes to protect ourselves, not to protect others."

“We throw away the stone in our shoes because it causes us pain.”

"This is my own, crude form of justice."

I found Wang Quan and suddenly let out a long breath, as if to let out all the grievances and doubts I had suffered.

"Those stones will never disappear. As long as you live long enough, you can be hit by the same stone twice."

"I don't do thankless things for others, but for my own comfort."

Wang Quan's pupils trembled slightly, his eyebrows drooped, and he asked in a hoarse voice.

"Have you seen many stones?"

I shrugged slightly and couldn't help but sigh.

"My feet were almost pierced like a sieve. I was eaten, hunted, betrayed, and repaid with evil."

"I almost have to admire myself for being so stupid to make the same mistake so many times."

Wang Quan's shoulders suddenly began to tremble, and at the same time, his suppressed, slightly crazy laughter was heard.

“Hahahaha…is it…so simple?”