I sell Coke in the doomsday

As I expected, the small desk was filled with messy things. I reached in and took out the messy things.

Inside are some small toys, cute pencil sharpeners, cute pencil cases, and cute birthday cards.

I picked up the birthday card and opened it with great interest, only to see that the card was full of names written in childish handwriting.

But why do these names all look like girls' names?

Ziyi, Anan, Liusu...

The only name on the card that looks like a boy's is that of the child having the birthday.

Yang Wei.

I remember that this was exactly the name written in the Chinese textbook.

"If you don't learn well, you will become a sea king in the first grade of elementary school."

"It really has a bright future."

I put the greeting card in the desk and stuffed the toys back one by one.

After doing all this, I stood up, looked at the empty classroom, and was silent for a moment.

I can imagine that as long as I close my eyes, I can seem to hear countless children playing and laughing around me.

After a while, I heard the sound of reading again, a childish voice reading an article that I was once very familiar with.

In a trance, it seemed as if the chorus of several children sounded in my ears, singing word by word with force and seriousness.

"The wind blows, the clouds float."

"Where have you been?"

Everything seemed so real, as if it was right next to my ears, but when I opened my eyes, the sounds stopped abruptly and there was dead silence.

I was alone in the empty classroom.

I stopped for a long time, sighed inaudibly, turned around and looked at the blackboard. When I glanced at it, a line of poem on the blackboard caught my attention.

"Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, everyone in the world knows you."

Looking at this short poem, I felt mixed emotions, and then I silently began to do what I should do.

I pulled down the gray curtains and made it into a simple backpack. Then I stuffed all the textbooks into it in a mess. When there was no more space, I picked up the textbooks and walked out of the classroom.

With my current strength, those textbooks were not heavy. I quickly walked out of the teaching building and came to the school gate.

Looking at the retractable gate blocking the road, I held the gate with one hand and pushed it hard to one side, and the retractable gate was pushed to the bottom.

I carried the books and placed them carefully in the trunk of the car, then got back into the pickup truck and drove into the school.

In the passenger seat, Tongtong was still reading a simple picture book for children. She was so focused that she didn't notice that I had returned to the car.

To be honest, I'm a little jealous.

A man's desire to win always appears in such strange places, but I didn't do anything unnecessary.

Tongtong should also have things she likes. I can't be like a child and get jealous for no reason.

Having said that, I still coughed very deliberately when I parked my car at the door of the teaching building.

"cough."

However, nothing happened. Tongtong didn't notice my cough at all. I smiled awkwardly, didn't think about it anymore, got out of the car and continued to move textbooks in the classroom.

The pickup truck has a large bed, and elementary school students are not like high school students. They have so many textbooks and materials that they can pile up a small mountain. I threw away the books I didn't need, and that was enough to empty the entire classroom of books.

When I was moving for the last time, I passed by the podium and found a dusty laptop lying quietly on it.

Computers...something that really makes me miss.

I took a look at the laptop, then put the last of my textbooks into the car and went back to the classroom.

After cleaning the dust off the laptop, I discovered that the color of the laptop was pink. It was not very big and it was obviously only capable of playing Minesweeper.

I didn't know if this computer would still boot up, but just in the hopes of getting lucky I took the laptop with me.

I packed up the laptop, turned around and walked out of the classroom. The afterglow of the setting sun fell at my feet. I looked at the sun that was about to sink into the distant horizon, and a sense of weirdness flashed through my heart.

I don't know if it's my problem, but the sun seems to set much earlier than usual.

It seems like I should go find a watch. Just guessing won't prove anything.

I got in the pickup truck, started the engine, and returned home with a full load.

When Tongtong and I returned home, the night had already enveloped the entire world, but the stars seemed to be much dimmer tonight.

After a busy day, I was exhausted and had no energy to unload the textbooks from the car. But I was afraid it would rain at night. After all, there were dark clouds during the day.

This damn city loves rain so much that I parked my pickup truck in a shed just in case.

While I was standing in the kitchen, looking at a few potatoes and thinking about how to eat them, a gentle voice sounded behind me.

"Leave."

Listening to this gentle voice, I looked back and a touch of tenderness arose in my heart. No matter how many times, after hearing Tongtong's voice, I can always make myself gentle.

I saw Tongtong holding the simple picture book, with gleam in her eyes, and asked me with anticipation.

"Can you teach me how to read?"

Chapter 141 Hazy

"Can you teach me how to read?"

Facing Tongtong's expectant gaze, I wiped my palms, wiped off the water stains on my hands with a towel, and answered happily.

"of course."

As I said this, I changed the subject and looked at the potatoes I had just washed.

"But you have to wait until I finish dinner."

Hearing my answer, Tongtong smiled, came up to me and gave me a hug. The faint fragrance from Tongtong's body lingered around my nose again. I sniffed it gently, then lowered my brows with a complicated expression.

There are still many mysteries about Tongtong. I may not care about her, but I can't completely forget her.

After comforting Tongtong, I watched Tongtong skipping back to the living room, holding the simple picture book, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, quietly waiting for me.

I smiled at Tongtong, then turned my back, picked up the potatoes, and started cutting them into slices with a small knife.

There was no salt at home, and I had eaten up all the limited dried meat, so I didn’t have many options for cooking potatoes.

Yes, the only option I have is to boil the potatoes in water. There is no need to peel the potatoes before boiling. I just want some time to calm my brain.

I feel like I'm having a split personality.

There seems to be a subtle difference between me during the day and me now.

A strange sense of disconnection spread throughout my body, an inexplicable sense of disharmony, a sense of déjà vu.

A long time ago, I felt that sooner or later I would be driven into a madman, and now, my bad luck seems to have come true.

I feel like there is another me struggling inside me, wanting to split away and become someone different from me.

It is said that many split personalities are formed to protect the parties involved. If the main personality is cowardly, a hot-tempered personality will be born. If the main personality is introverted and timid, an extroverted and free-spirited personality will be born.

If, I mean if, one day I really go crazy, what kind of personality will appear?

White steam was bubbling out of the pot, and the potatoes were rolling in the boiling water. I was absent-mindedly stirring the potatoes with a spoon, my mind becoming more and more wandering.

As I have said countless times, there is grass growing in my head and I often have some weird ideas.

For example, revenge on impulse, or my premonition of a split personality.

My body and mind are different. Is there another me hidden inside my body?

In those absurd dreams, I did not question my other self, the voice talking to me in the desert, whether it was me or some other monster.

If there is a more terrifying guess, it is that I am the secondary personality that is meant to complete my character, and the main personality has been asleep for a long time. It seems that this can explain those strange memory fragments that I have seen.

Thinking of this, the movement of my hands paused, a trace of gloom flashed across my face, and the palm of my hand holding the spoon unconsciously increased a bit of strength.

If I am really just a secondary personality, what would I do?

There is no doubt that I would want to kill the main personality and completely take over this body. In this case, does the main personality think the same way?

Gudu! Gudu!

While I was in a daze, the scalding heat from the pot spread along the edge of the spoon and into my palm.

"hiss"

The burning feeling made me take a breath and touch my palm. After a moment, I couldn't help laughing.

What on earth am I thinking about? Split personality, which extends to killing another personality. Why take it so seriously? This is not real.

I'm really good at creating imaginary enemies for myself.

I scooped the potatoes out of the pot with a spoon, put them on a plate, and started to eat my dinner.

Have you ever eaten boiled potatoes? To be honest... they are not very tasty and tasteless.

But compared to those expired canned foods, boiled potatoes are a rare delicacy in the end times.

After eating the cooked potatoes and washing the pots and dishes, I walked towards the sofa.

Tongtong had been waiting on the sofa for a long time. She took off the shoes I prepared for her and sat cross-legged. Her white and slender legs were revealed under her blue skirt.

Seeing this, I was slightly distracted. When the other Tongtong was still claiming to be suffering from cerebral palsy, she always appeared in front of me barefoot.

At that time, I also secretly complained in my heart, why this annoying guy knew my preferences so well.

I was lost in thought as I walked slowly over and sat next to Tongtong, and Tongtong came over to me very skillfully. It seemed that we were both used to such intimate actions.

Tongtong seemed to feel a little cold and secretly stuffed one of her little feet under my leg. When I looked at her, she cutely stuck out her tongue at me.

"Silly girl."

I couldn't stop smiling, and reached out to pinch Tongtong's little face. After a moment, I took the simple children's picture book and opened a page at random.

On the pages of the book, there are pictures of a cute rabbit and a turtle, with pinyin noted. It is the story of the tortoise and the hare race.

I stretched out my finger and gently pressed it on the title, and every time my finger moved a little, I would softly read out the pronunciation of the word I was pointing to.

"The Tortoise...The Hare...Race."

Tongtong listened very carefully, and her white fingertips also pressed on the pages of the book, reading softly and methodically.

"The Tortoise...The Hare...Race."

Tongtong was too involved and unconsciously squeezed her body into my arms, but this position was not very comfortable for Tongtong.

So, Tongtong sat in my arms very naturally. When my head was still a little stuffy, a soft body was already pressed tightly against me.

To be honest…I had some unhealthy thoughts.

With such a soft and fragrant beauty in my arms, it was impossible for me to calm down. I read the words in the book perfunctorily, but my right hand, regardless of my reason, secretly moved down and pinched her little feet.

Tongtong was still whispering the words I had read. Suddenly, her body paused, her voice trembled, and then she subconsciously lowered her head.

Then, Tongtong pretended to be calm, as if she didn't care, but her body was slightly curled up, her voice trembled, and her red eyes were covered with a layer of mist, a little blurry, which made people feel pity for her.

Just like an innocent little white rabbit, it can be torn to pieces by the big bad wolf at any time.

Ah, my damn bad taste.

I wanted to continue pretending, but as my palm slowly slid upwards along Tongtong's little feet, my evil taste gradually changed.

Bang! The book in Tongtong's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and Tongtong changed her sitting position, facing me, holding my neck with both hands, responding to my kiss.

After a moment, Tongtong and I fell on the sofa. Under the cold white light, I lowered my head slightly and reached out to touch Tongtong's little face. Her long hair was scattered all over the ground and entangled around my fingertips.

The intestines are soft and the fingers are as gentle as diamond.

I held Tongtong's head with my hands and kissed her gently.

At least, today, at this moment, let me forget all those messy things.

Chapter 142 Two Months Later

The sun and the moon fly like a shuttle, and time flies like an arrow.

Time flies by so fast, far beyond my expectation.