I sell Coke in the doomsday

In fact, the moment I stepped into the community, I saw a blue figure among the fallen leaves.

Among the withered weeds, a small figure squatted in front of the withered potato vines. After hearing my voice, the figure quickly turned around.

In an instant, colorful flowers bloomed in my eyes, and it seemed that the whole world became brighter in an instant.

The little face is fair and delicate, with eyebrows like a waning moon and red lips that look like blood dripping in the snow.

I looked at that little face, which changed from dull and lonely to excited, emitting a gentle light, and smiling sweetly across a huge shadow between me and it.

Looking at that pure and sweet smiling face, Tongtong and I looked at each other from afar, and somewhere in my heart, I was no longer restless.

Maybe I should go over there.

As I thought about this, I took a step forward. However, at this moment, I saw Tongtong pinching the corner of her skirt, stepping out of the shadows, and running towards me like a butterfly.

Just like a moth in the dark, flying towards a light that emits heat, but that moth is me.

Should I go for it? Can I go for it?

No matter how I thought about it, my feet seemed to be rooted and could not move at all.

I just stared at her blankly, as she smiled and ran towards me, stepping on the light.

The sun was shining brightly, Tongtong lifted the hem of her skirt and ran into my arms. At that moment, my body fell backwards, and I subconsciously hugged Tongtong's soft body tightly.

The blue sky tilted to one side, and my body fell to the ground. Tongtong stretched out her little hands and grabbed my shoulders, smiling, surprised, and stammered.

"Welcome...Welcome...home."

At this moment, what else can I say? I can only hug Tongtong tightly, greedily sniff her long hair, no longer be cowardly, gently kiss her white forehead, and whisper.

"Well, I'm back."

Chapter 123 Thoughts

I always think of a field full of sunflowers. I was very young at that time, holding a model of an airplane, running barefoot in the golden field of flowers. The sun was shining brightly, and the golden field of flowers rose and fell slightly with the breeze.

It’s like... like a golden wave.

And beyond the golden waves, there was a sister in a white dress, standing quietly with her back to me, hazy and beautiful, almost absolutely beautiful.

It was a beautiful and unforgettable afternoon.

I have never seen the face of the woman in the white dress, but inexplicably I have remembered this scene for many years and it has never faded.

But at this moment, in my hazy consciousness, the woman in the white dress subtly overlapped with Tongtong and could no longer be distinguished.

……

A breeze blew by, and a few strands of white hair fluttered gently and fell on my face.

A faint scent like grass and sunshine lingers at my nose. It is not as strong as perfume, but I can never forget it.

The ground behind me was a little cold, but Tongtong in my arms was like a sun, burning my reason and melting my body and mind.

Tongtong put her face against my chest, her two little hands clinging to my shoulders, not wanting to let go. Her body was pressed tightly against me, and the soft touch made me blush a little.

I can't keep lying like this. Although I was reluctant, I still patted Tongtong's little head gently and whispered.

"Silly girl, it's time to get up."

Hearing this, Tongtong's face turned red instantly, and she stood up at a loss. I also stood up slowly, and as usual, I reached out and placed my hand on Tongtong's long silver hair.

It's as if I had never left.

But lost time cannot be reversed. Tongtong, like a kitten, raised the corners of her mouth, smiled sweetly, and her eyes narrowed into crescents.

Fortunately, Tongtong hasn't changed much. It would be great if she could always stay the same.

I thought rather selfishly, and then I couldn't help but shook my head with a bitter smile.

Why am I acting like a little child? Tongtong is not a canary I keep in a cage.

After not seeing her for a long time, Tongtong still doesn't seem to speak fluently. It may be because there is no one to talk to her and she can't practice.

I held Tongtong's little hand, stepped forward, and glanced at the four beds of potatoes that had been planted long ago.

The potato vines have withered, so I guess the potatoes below should be ripe.

I remember that just now Tongtong was squatting beside these four nests of potatoes, and I don’t know what she was doing.

Tongtong noticed my gaze, her red pupils revealed a bit of grievance, and she carefully squeezed my palm.

When he turned around and looked at Tongtong, Tongtong raised her white left hand, pointed at the four nests of potatoes and said.

"Dead...dead."

I was stunned when I heard this, and then I burst into laughter. Tongtong didn't understand that when plants wither, they mature.

She just felt a little aggrieved and sad because she saw the potatoes that I had often taken care of "die".

I don’t know how to explain to Tongtong, I just think that Tongtong looked very cute when she bit her lips gently and looked so pitiful.

"The potatoes are not dead, they are cooked."

As I spoke, I let go of Tongtong's little hand, squatted down, and used both hands to clear the soil from the roots of the potatoes. After digging a small hole, the yellow-brown potatoes appeared in the soil.

“Look, this is a potato.”

I took out the potato, showed it off to Tongtong with a smile, and Tongtong raised her little hand, pointed at the potato vine that had fallen to the side, and whispered.

"Dead...dead."

I was stunned holding the potato, then looked in the direction of Tongtong's finger at the potato vine, speechless for a moment.

No matter how you look at it, this potato vine is indeed dead, and it can be considered to have died of old age.

I turned my head and peeled off the dirt on the potatoes bit by bit with my fingers, whispering.

"Everything dies, without exception."

The wind blew gently, Tongtong pinched the corner of her skirt, squatted beside me, grabbed the corner of my clothes with both hands, pulled gently, and whispered.

"Will you... also... die?"

Tongtong's voice was very soft and gentle, containing fear, worry, and a reluctance that she never concealed.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh. It seemed to be always like this. As long as Tongtong was by my side, I couldn't be depressed.

But then, my laughter came to an abrupt halt. Tongtong leaned over and snuggled on my shoulder, making me unable to laugh anymore.

So I stopped talking and kept this posture, letting the wind blow quietly and letting my heart beat wildly.

But Tongtong stretched out her hands, put her arms around my arms, put them in her arms, and spoke softly like a child.

"No...don't...die."

Listening to Tongtong's gentle voice, I felt like I was in a paradise, unable to escape, and not wanting to escape.

"I won't die."

I comforted Tongtong gently, and the corners of my mouth rose again.

Yes, I am immortal. I wanted to die before, but now I am very grateful for my immortality.

People like me finally have a home.

After calming Tongtong down, I dug out all four nests of potatoes.

Under my care, the potato harvest was unexpectedly good, with at least four potatoes in each nest.

During this process, Tongtong also followed my example and helped me dig potatoes. Her white hands were covered with mud, but she held two potatoes and smiled like a child.

I couldn't help laughing as I watched this scene. While she wasn't paying attention, I used my muddy hands to wipe her little face, leaving a mud mark on her fair skin.

Tongtong immediately puffed up her lips, deliberately smeared mud on her hands, and grabbed my face.

I held Potato and dodged flexibly. Tongtong laughed softly and tried to catch me.

This is a very childish game, but Tongtong and I were very happy that day.

It was not until night fell that Tongtong and I returned home.

The cold lights came on, and my familiar home appeared before my eyes again.

Although I haven't been back for a while, the house is unusually clean and there is not a speck of dust.

It's even cleaner and tidier than when I'm at home.

I looked at the scene in front of me in astonishment, and then I saw Tongtong putting her hands on her slender waist like a child, somewhat proudly.

Tongtong...is getting smarter and smarter.

I wanted to touch her little head and praise her, but the moment I raised my hand, Tongtong and I discovered something.

Because of the previous prank, Tongtong and I had dirty hands covered in mud.

Tongtong immediately widened her red eyes, grabbed my hand with a look of disgust, and forced me to the kitchen, and asked me to wash my hands and face together.

After washing clean, Tongtong put her hands on her hips again, acting like she wanted to be praised.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I stretched out my hand, gently rubbed Tongtong's beautiful silver hair, and spoke softly.

"Good boy, good boy."

Tongtong is easier to coax than a child. She immediately smiled with her eyes narrowed, and rubbed my hands affectionately with her little head.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but sigh, it seemed like I really had a cat.

I still have quite a bit of the Gobi bear jerky left, and with the bumper potato harvest, it’s perfect for a feast.

I walked into the kitchen, took out the dried meat, soaked it in water, and started peeling potatoes.

As far as I can remember, Tongtong has never taken the initiative to enter the kitchen, but today she seemed to be afraid that I would disappear again, so she followed me in.

Tongtong was very interested in my job of peeling potatoes. She blinked her big eyes with a gleam in her eyes and looked eager to try.

Seeing this, I tried to give the knife and a potato to Tongtong. Tongtong took the potato and smiled sweetly at me.

Tongtong is really smart, and her little hands are more dexterous than I thought. With one move of the knife, she cut the potato skin into a circle and made it very thin.

I boiled water while smiling. When the water started to bubble, I threw the Gobi bear jerky into the pot.

Tongtong had already peeled two potatoes. She placed the two potatoes on her palm and handed them to me obediently.

I looked at Tongtong's well-behaved appearance and said to her on a whim.

"Tongtong, can you cut these potatoes into pieces?"

When Tongtong heard this, her little face was confused. After blinking foolishly, she put the potatoes on the chopping board clumsily, holding the knife, a little hesitant.

It seems that Tongtong doesn't understand how to cut the potatoes into cubes.

I shook my head and chuckled, then walked behind Tongtong very naturally, stretched out my hands from behind her, held her little hands, and spoke softly.

“It’s like this…”

I was halfway through my words when I realized something was wrong. As I spoke, the silver hair around Tongtong's earlobes was gently blown, and her soft earlobes and white neck quickly became flushed.

I was suddenly at a loss, secretly cursing my own brain, but my body was honest. I held Tongtong's little hand, raised the kitchen knife in an orderly manner, and cut the potatoes.

The blade passed by, and with the joint efforts of Tongtong and I, a potato was successfully cut into pieces.

However, I could clearly hear a frantic heartbeat, but this time, it was not mine.

But...Tongtong's nervous heartbeat.

Perhaps, it was a telepathic connection. At this moment, Tongtong suddenly turned her head, her cherry lips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

I... don't know what I was thinking, but I kissed her for some reason.

Clang! The kitchen knife slipped from Tongtong's hand and fell onto the chopping board.

My mind was blank. I felt a little panic, uneasiness, and a little helpless joy.

After a moment of stiffness, Tongtong turned around completely, stretched out her hands, put her arms around my neck, and began to respond to my kiss gently.

In a trance, I seemed to see two hearts that were already close to each other finally completely merged.

My reason began to be abandoned by me. I held Tongtong's slender waist tightly and tried to respond with my thoughts, love, and vulnerability.

Our lips and teeth blended together, and in the kitchen, I could hear Tongtong's slightly rapid breathing, and my breathing became heavier and heavier.

I kissed Tongtong deeply, and Tongtong's arms around my neck gradually tightened, as if she was afraid that I would run away, or retreat like she did before.

The blushing breathing and swallowing sounds continued.