I sell Coke in the doomsday

Name, name.

I don’t know why I don’t want others to know my real name. Up to now, the only people in this world who know my real name are Tongtong and that cerebral palsy god.

Out of a very strange feeling, I didn't want this person in the last days to call me by my real name.

It was as if that name represented something I had lost and should no longer exist in this world.

But Tongtong seems to be the only exception in my life. She is like something I have lost, so I want to hear her say my name instead of anyone else.

……

For the next hour, Song Mingtao kept asking me questions, asking about my origins, why I was here, how I had survived until now, and what my purpose was.

There was no way I could answer this series of questions truthfully. I couldn't possibly tell him that it was a brain-palsy child god who sent a monster to bring me here.

So, I could only make up a bunch of weird excuses in a very perfunctory manner, so perfunctory that they were self-contradictory and couldn't even fool a child.

Song Mingtao did not continue to dig deeper. My perfunctory story had already made my attitude clear. He was not a fool and naturally knew what I meant.

After a series of headache-inducing questions, Song Mingtao's eyes suddenly flashed and he asked out of the blue.

"Are you a Reformed Christian?"

Hearing this, I looked at Song Mingtao blankly and asked in confusion.

"What is Reformed Christianity?"

Song Mingtao looked at my confused expression, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then pretended nothing had happened and spoke softly.

"Nothing, just a bunch of crazy people that you see everywhere."

"It's better if you don't know."

As he said this, Song Mingtao asked me directly without any intention of concealing the truth.

"Su Li, when are you going to leave?"

With such a direct order to expel me, it seems that Song Mingtao is really worried about me.

"I also want to leave this place as soon as possible, so can you show me the way?"

I laughed dryly, feeling a little embarrassed, because I was brought here in a coma, and I had no idea how far this desert was from the city where I lived, nor did I know which direction to go.

"So, do you know which direction Nanling City should go?"

When Song Mingtao heard this, his cheek twitched visibly. He looked at me strangely, and the vigilance in his eyes became even stronger.

"Nanling City, I haven't heard of this place name for a long time."

Song Mingtao rubbed his eyebrows, shook his head gently, and said while holding his forehead as if he was laughing out of anger.

"Do you want to listen to what you're saying?"

As he spoke, Song Mingtao raised his head, looked at me with amusement, and spoke slowly.

"Nanling City is on the other side of the desert. It's more than 600 kilometers away from the desert."

"You mean, you crossed the entire desert by yourself and came here?"

"What kind of camel is this?"

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"Nanling City is on the other side of the desert. It's more than 600 kilometers away from the desert."

"You mean, you crossed the entire desert by yourself and came here?"

"What kind of camel is this?"

Song Mingtao had a mocking look on his face and found it funny in his heart, but my next reaction was beyond his expectations.

"More than 600 kilometers?!"

I was panicked and suddenly jumped up from the wooden bed, screaming in disbelief. Although I had expected the monster's speed, I didn't expect it to be so outrageous.

The 600-kilometer journey would take five hours even if I drove, and that's assuming the road was unobstructed. How long would it take me to get there on foot alone, and who knows what kinds of monsters and demons might appear along the way.

Song Mingtao looked at me with some surprise, and he was becoming more and more confused about me. He rubbed his eyebrows with his hands as if he had a headache, and said helplessly.

"No, don't tell me you really came from Nanling City."

I also looked like I had a severe headache. I sat on the wooden bed weakly, pressed my hands on my forehead, sighed deeply, and spoke weakly in a low voice.

"Of course it's true. If I wanted to lie to you, why would I tell such an outrageous lie?"

Song Mingtao's eyes flashed, and he looked at me tentatively and asked with complicated eyes.

"Can you... tell me what the current situation is in Nanling City?"

I looked up with some surprise, and saw Song Mingtao's expectant eyes. Perhaps because he felt guilty, Song Mingtao deliberately looked away and explained to himself before I asked any questions.

"Well... before the apocalypse, I also lived in Nanling City, so I am a little curious about the current Nanling City."

I nodded slightly, not taking Song Mingtao's strangeness to heart. After a little hesitation, I spoke slowly.

"Nanling City...is no different from other places."

"The end of the world is like this. Some people live happily, some people can only be said to be still alive, and some people don't want to live but have to live."

And most of them are people who shouldn't be alive.

I touched my face, wanting to laugh but unable to. The civilized society that once haunted me, those things that once existed, or even still exist, seemed to be things from a long, long time ago.

Even for myself, only some outlines remain in my memory. As autumn comes and goes, I no longer look the same as I did back then.

Song Mingtao's eyes dimmed, as if something was touched in his heart, and his hostility towards me eased a lot. He smiled bitterly, reached out and patted my shoulder, and said softly.

"Since we are all the same, you don't have to go back."

"In this world, where is not life?"

I lowered my eyes, put down my hands and crossed them. As Song Mingtao said, life in this world is unpredictable.

But if it were that simple, why would I have spent so many years fleeing all the way back to my hometown after escaping from the Corpse God Cult?

I exhaled softly and uttered four words to Song Mingtao helplessly.

“The fallen leaves return to their roots.”

When Song Mingtao heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"When I was young, I never understood the old people's obsession with the four words 'returning to one's roots'."

"On the contrary, at that time I always felt that my hometown was a kind of constraint, and I always wanted to go as far as possible."

I lowered my head, put my two thumbs together, rubbed them against each other out of boredom, and had a lonely look in my eyes.

"But there will always be a day when I will remember something that happened a long time ago."

"The old tree outside my house, the swing in the yard, and the elementary school textbooks I threw on the roof."

"I still remember that winter always comes earlier in my hometown."

“It’s really beautiful snow.”

Song Mingtao listened quietly, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but ask me.

"You said there would always be such a day... Then when will that day come?"

I paused, then replied softly.

"When we knew we would never see each other again."

Song Mingtao was in a trance when he heard this, then he stood up and said apologetically.

"I'm sorry for offending you before. There may be a sandstorm in the next few days. For your safety, you should stay here for the time being."

After saying that, Song Mingtao waved to me politely, then pushed the door open and walked out.

After hearing Song Mingtao's footsteps fade away, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I was fooled.

Yes, everything I just said, including the saying "falling leaves return to their roots", is all nonsense.

Why do I want to go back? Of course, it’s because there are people at home. The lovely and considerate Tongtong is waiting for me at home.

As for returning to one's roots, I did have this thought when I just escaped from the Corpse God Cult, but when I really returned to Nanling City, I found that there was no one there, and there was only a ruin and a pile of cold stones.

If the people are gone, how can there be a home?

The so-called hometown is, after all, a piece of silent soil. What we miss are the people who were with us at that time. That is why I wanted to take Tongtong away.

Wherever the two of us are, that is home, neither of us can be missing.

After successfully deceiving Song Mingtao, I began to clean up the wooden house. I didn’t know how long I would stay here, but I thought this small wooden house would become my temporary bedroom.

When I was tidying up the room, I found that there were quite a few books stored in this wooden house. Most of them were obscure and difficult to understand. They were very professional biology books. The books were covered with scribblings and densely packed paper labels.

I put the books in order, and my wandering eyes finally fell on the hatchet that fell on the ground.

The hatchet has always had a special meaning on the Internet before the end of the world, so I couldn't help but pick up the hatchet and hold it in front of me. I looked at it carefully.

This hatchet doesn't seem to be valued by its owner. The blade is covered with rust and there are many gaps on the blade. It looks like it hasn't been used for a long time.

Suddenly, my eyes focused and my expression changed slightly, and I saw dark red marks on the blade near the handle.

I scratched it hard with my fingernails a few times, and then some debris stuck to my fingers. I looked at the debris for a long time and finally confirmed that it was indeed traces of blood.

However, this could also be animal blood, and I was just too startled.

I frowned and tried to convince myself, but in this damn world, it was hard for me to believe that this was not human blood.

Step, step, step.

Suddenly, I heard light footsteps outside the house. I hurriedly threw the hatchet aside and put on a smiling face.

Then, I saw that the door of the wooden house was slightly opened, and Xiaoya tiptoed out her little head, blinking her big eyes with full of anticipation.

"Brother Su, do you want to play together?"

Without waiting for my answer, Xiaoya stretched out her little hand, grabbed my arm and pulled me out. This made me laugh and cry. Song Mingtao still had doubts about me. If I got too close to his precious daughter, it would probably cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

I remembered a famous saying back then: When you have a son, everyone you look at looks like a relative. But when you have a daughter, everyone you look at looks like a pig's hoof.

Although this sentence is not appropriate here.

I wanted to decline Xiaoya's invitation, but seeing the expectant look on this little girl's face, I couldn't help but soften my heart and agreed to play with her.

I walked through the wooden door and went straight forward along the hall. When Xiaoya pushed open the last door in front of me, a breeze along with the warm sunlight gently fell on me.

Under the sudden strong light, I couldn't help but squint slightly, staring blankly ahead, I saw dense trees in front of me, with branches and leaves entwined, surrounding a green lake. At first glance, it looked like the pupil of the moon, like a beast embracing the moon.

The desert in the distance is still clearly visible, but what I see in front of me is so full of vitality that it is amazing.

"Brother Su, come quickly."

Xiaoya excitedly pulled me and ran all the way to the lake. When we reached the lake, I found that not far from the shore, someone had brought some sand and made a simple beach.

In the pile of sand, there were quite a few clay figures, as well as some strange-shaped things that were hard to identify.

Xiaoya stood in front of the clay figurines, pointed at them very cutely, and introduced them to me one by one.

"This is Da Huang, and this is Xiao Huang."

Xiaoya picked up a chubby little clay figurine and said to me with a smile.

“This is me.”

I looked at the spherical clay figure and couldn't help laughing. I touched Xiaoya's head and said softly.

"You don't look that fat, how did you make a ball?"

Xiaoya smiled embarrassedly, pinched the clay figure in her hand, and spoke in a low voice.

"Hehe, I wanted to pinch myself, but all I got was a head."

As she was talking, Xiaoya squatted on the ground, rubbed the clay figure in her hand, and spoke with a pout.

"I must mold a body today."

Seeing this, I was infected by Xiaoya's childlike innocence, so I squatted beside her and helped her water the plants and mix the mud. Suddenly, I glanced and found that among the pile of shapeless clay figures, there were actually a few lifelike ones.

I couldn't suppress my curiosity, so I asked Xiaoya who was standing beside me.

"Xiaoya, did you make those too?"