I sell Coke in the doomsday

"Do you...do you have anything you want to say to me?"

In the darkness, Tongtong's body leaned towards me gently, but when our bodies touched, I noticed that Tongtong's body was shaking.

Tongtong grabbed my arm with her little hand and spoke weakly.

"Let's go, get out of here."

"Never come back again."

Seeing Tongtong so scared, I couldn't help but feel a little distressed, but there were some questions I had to ask.

"Tongtong, what did you see?"

I felt that Tongtong's little hand holding my arm unconsciously tightened a little, but she still answered honestly.

“It’s very messy…very messy.”

Tongtong frowned in pain, buried her little face in my arms, and said in a trembling voice.

"I... let's go."

I couldn't bear to ask any more questions, so I hugged Tongtong completely in my arms, narrowed my eyes, and spoke softly.

"I promise you, after this winter is over."

"Let's just get out of here."

"Find a house by the sea, watch the tides rise and fall every day, and do nothing."

"We can plant a large field of red flowers, and when the wind blows, the flowers will sway like red waves."

As I said this, I hugged Tongtong tightly in my arms, as if I was afraid that she would escape from my arms at any time.

In the darkness, my eyes gradually became firm.

I didn't lie. The life I just described to Tongtong is exactly the life I have always longed for.

I also know that whether it is the Tongtong who disguised as a god or the Tongtong who is now in my arms, they should be the same person.

However, just like Tongtong’s origin, she had a different mission at a time that I was not aware of.

It's time for me to cut the Gordian knot.

Chapter 137 Letter

The next day, early morning.

After a simple breakfast, I took Tongtong and started searching around the city.

According to the agreement between Ajie and I, I need to prepare some textbooks for the children, as well as things like a TV for the New Year.

It’s strange, isn’t it? Last night I was still thinking about the end of the world, but today I have to come out and pick up trash.

Last night’s gods and future may not be as important as today’s troubles.

I had to think about the god who could destroy the entire civilization at any time, but I also had to worry about where to go to pick up what I wanted.

Perhaps, there is no one in this world weirder than me.

I can feel that half of my body is immersed in the anomaly of the gods' gambling game, while the other half is in the real world.

I just don't know which side of the body will rot first.

Such a fragmented life will drive me crazy sooner or later.

I drove the pickup truck around the city, not knowing where to park. The things Ajie needed included a TV, textbooks for the children, and a DVD player.

Televisions are not difficult to find, but DVD players were relatively rare in my time.

With the popularity of smart TVs and mobile phones, things like DVD players seem to have little practical value. The DVD player in my collection was also obtained by chance.

Now, it is really difficult for me to find another DVD player in this city.

I drove the pickup truck around the city, and finally, with the idea of ​​giving it a try, I parked the pickup truck in front of a kindergarten.

The air is a little chilly today, with thick clouds blocking the sun behind it, so that not much light can come through.

I don’t know why, but it always seems to rain more in this city. In my memory, it is always cloudy and rainy.

Tongtong and I got out of the pickup truck. After a night, Tongtong had regained some energy and was no longer as silent as last night. She held my hand, looked curiously at the kindergarten overgrown with weeds, and asked.

"What is this place?"

I looked up and saw that the gate of the kindergarten was tightly locked. There were countless branches and vines entangled on the rusty iron gate, and I didn't know what kind of plants they were.

Looking at Tongtong's curious eyes, the gloom in my eyes dissipated a little. I thought about it carefully, pinched Tongtong's little hand, and said softly.

“This is a kindergarten.”

“When parents are busy, they can send their children here to enjoy the rare quiet time.”

“It’s a very convenient place.”

I talked nonsense, raised my right leg, and kicked open the gate that was blocking the way. The gate was already broken into pieces, and with a light kick, the iron gate flew open.

The weeds in the kindergarten were dense. When Tongtong and I stepped in, our feet were submerged in the grass.

Halfway through the journey, my foot slipped and I stepped on something. I subconsciously looked down and saw a pale skull lying quietly at my feet.

The skull was very small, obviously belonging to a young child.

It's so sad that I have become so used to this kind of thing that when I saw this skull, I didn't feel the slightest bit of emotion.

I really wanted to feel a little scared or distressed, but instead I felt like I was seeing a stone on the side of the road, and its calmness made me feel powerless.

Past the skull and through the tall grass, I arrived at the glass door of the kindergarten.

Compared to the locked front door, the glass door in front of me was already broken into pieces, with glass fragments scattered on the ground. It looked like someone had smashed the glass from the outside.

I frowned and turned to look. The iron railings of the kindergarten were not too high. An adult man could easily climb over it without opening the iron gate.

It seems that someone had been to this kindergarten a long time ago. That person climbed over the iron railings, smashed the glass door, and entered the kindergarten.

Was that person here to loot supplies? But what supplies could a kindergarten have?

With these questions in mind, I stepped over the glass and entered the kindergarten.

This kindergarten is not big. Behind the glass door is a long corridor. Tongtong and I walked into a classroom.

The classroom was full of dust, but there was no sign that anything in the room had been rummaged through.

The empty classroom was filled with colorful pictures and cute cartoon characters. I searched the room for a long time and easily found some textbooks.

Unfortunately, most of these books are just some cute pictures, simple picture albums for children to learn pinyin, and cannot be used as real textbooks.

Although the result was not satisfactory, I still packed all the books into my backpack.

The next few classrooms were in the same situation, and there was nothing worth exploring further.

I wanted to leave here, but Tongtong suddenly grabbed my hand and made me stop. I looked at Tongtong, a little confused.

However, Tongtong pointed to the last room in the corridor and spoke softly.

"There's something there."

I looked in the direction of Tongtong's finger. That room was not a classroom. According to the sign on the door, it should be a storage room.

Unlike the other rooms, the door of that room was ajar and not completely closed.

There was no need for me to continue exploring the room, but looking at Tongtong's curious look, I could only smile helplessly, holding Tongtong's little hand, and walked towards the storage room.

Dust settled, I stood at the door of the storage room and slowly pushed it open.

The next one, a well-preserved human skeleton, appeared in the sight of Tongtong and me.

I was stunned for a moment, quickly glanced around the room, and finally moved my gaze back to the skeleton.

The entire storage room was much more spacious and tidy than I had imagined. There were several beddings on the floor of the room, and it seemed that someone had lived here before.

This is not surprising. At the beginning of the zombie virus outbreak, many people hid at home because the zombies at that time were not smart enough and it was safe to hide in the house.

However, people underestimated the terrifying speed at which the zombie virus spread, and many people were infected with the zombie virus without leaving their homes.

And for those who were not infected, the outcome was not much better.

The supplies in the room would always run out, and by the time they were forced to go out, the outside was already full of zombies.

I stepped into the room, my eyes fixed on the skeleton. On the bedding near the skeleton, there were large black spots. Those were bloodstains.

And under the bones, there was a dagger lying on the side.

My eyes flickered, and I vaguely understood something.

This person was killed. There were several beds and quilts in this room, but only one corpse. Was there an internal conflict?

Thinking of this, my eyes swept across the bedding under my feet. Suddenly, a touch of yellow caught my attention. I hurriedly squatted down and turned over the bedding.

However, I saw a piece of light yellow letter paper hidden under the quilt. The letter paper was densely written with words, and among these dense words, I saw a familiar name.

Curved clouds flow.

Chapter 138 The Past

The letter paper has turned yellow, and it is unknown how long it has been. Although the signature on the letter is Qu Yunliu, the handwriting seems a bit childish and does not seem to be written by an adult.

Is this the letter Qu Yunliu wrote when he was young?

I suddenly became interested, picked up the letter and read it carefully, and it said this on the letter.

"The table in my room is broken, so I am writing to you on the coffee table now, Mom."

"I wiped the coffee table very clean, so it won't stain my clothes, don't worry."

"Mom, yesterday was my twelfth birthday."

"I know you must remember it. I just want to tell you again, Mom."

"Dad bought me a lot of toys and a big cake, but he was too busy and had no time to spend with me."

"So, I ate half of the cake by myself. I know you will definitely say something bad about me, because you're afraid that I'll get an upset stomach, but Dad won't say that."

"Last night, I sat on the sofa and watched the fireworks outside all night long. It was beautiful. Did they know that last night was my birthday?"

"I'll tell you a secret, Mom. I secretly planted a few pots of flowers without telling Dad because I remember that you liked those plants the most."

"After mom left, dad threw all the flowers you grew into the trash can, and I secretly picked them back."

"But the flowers still died."

"I think my father must know that I secretly grow flowers. He just pretends not to know. He has really changed a lot."

"Dad hasn't hit me for a long time, and he hasn't drunk alcohol anymore,"

"When did it change? I remember one night, my father took me to the hospital and I did a lot of tests."

"The nurse was very kind and gave me some candy, but my dad didn't seem very happy. I don't know what the doctor said to him."

"That night, my father said he wanted to quit drinking. He also hugged me, which was very rare, and kept talking to me."

"sorry."

"I don't know why Dad wants to apologize to me. Is it because he always beats me when he's drunk?"

"But fortunately, from that day on, my father never beat me again. He started looking for a job outside and worked very hard to find a job."

"I don't know what my dad does for a living, but he gets busier and busier. Sometimes when he comes home, he falls asleep on the sofa, looking very tired."

"Today's weather is great, perfect for going out and playing, but no one comes to play with me. Everyone says I'm a wild child without a mother."

"Mom, when will you come back?"

"I've grown very tall. If you don't come back, you might not recognize me anymore."

"I missed you so much, Mom."

"Actually, I have wondered why you didn't want to come back, Mom."

"Just like when you quarreled with your father before, you always said that I ruined your life and you shouldn't have given birth to me."

"But Dad told me that these were all lies and were said in anger. You didn't think so, did you?"

"When you left, Mom, I grew my hair long so that I could cover the scar on my forehead."

"I can't remember what happened that night. I just remember you and dad were arguing, and I wanted to reconcile you, and then you picked up the ashtray."