Jotense was sitting alone on the sofa, and everything inside and outside the apartment was quiet.
The fabric sofa beneath him has been steady and heavy, supporting him silently for the past ten years. The place where he often sits already has a familiar depression, which is softer and warmer than elsewhere.
He knew exactly where the fabric had been washed and where there were threads. When we were watching a movie together and eating takeout, the large roll accidentally spilled the ketchup and couldn't wash it off, leaving a pale yellow patch; Theoji There was an ugly breakup and he didn't dare to go home, so he slept here for several nights. As a result, one day when Chotans came back from get off work, he and his ex-girlfriend were kissing each other on the sofa, and he came back half an hour late. , I’m afraid the sofa cover will have to be taken off and washed again.
His first friend was only Dajuan; for some reason, Dajuan was like a door. Starting from him, people came in one after another, stayed, and became friends - Murray, Xi
Okudera, and Yilin.
Everyone loved spending time at Jotense's house. They didn't even have to say hello before coming. As soon as they entered the door, they kicked off their shoes, sat down on the sofa, and asked Jotense to get a bottle of beer. It was simply more comfortable than at home.
——Because Chotans has never had "rules", he has never required the people who enter his home and his life to meet any standards or do or not do anything; he can always sit on the corner of the sofa and listen to
We laughed together at stories that had nothing to do with us.
This evaluation and description was made by Yilin. She also said that it is too rare for someone with such a “little ego” as Jotense.
Many years ago, Jotense has accepted the fact that the world is full of men who want to do big things, but there are not so many big things for people to do. He doesn't understand big things, but he has to do it.
Only with enough ordinary people and little people can the world function.
He is one of the ordinary people with a moderately low monthly income, 200 degrees of myopia, and likes to cook. He usually likes to feed wild birds, wild cats, neighbor dogs, and his friends, whether they are hungry or bored.
He was still sad. He couldn't get married and couldn't make money. The more he enjoyed himself, the more disappointed his parents were in him - and he tried not to take it personally.
Therefore, today is the first time in Chotans' life that he is so resistant to someone, and it can even be said that he feels a faint hatred for him.
"Jotans..."
The man just called out lowly outside the door. He looked weaker and weaker than he did not long ago, and almost didn't look like the same person.
Blood immediately rushed to his head, and without turning his head, Chotans replied loudly: "Don't call me, I don't want to talk to you!"
In addition to being almost as angry as if he had been betrayed, there was also a vague thought from a corner deep in his heart - Lin Sanjiu probably shouldn't talk in this situation. If she talks less, she can rest more.
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When he realized this idea, he wished he could kick himself a few times.
Has he returned to his old home and forgotten the attitude that an evolved person should have? What he should be thinking about most at the moment is why Lin Sanjiu made up such a ridiculous lie. What is her purpose and conspiracy?
To defraud his spaceship or something... Isn't the apocalyptic world a place that cannot be taken lightly?
He lowered his eyes and looked at his hands, wondering why they were trembling slightly.
"I really have no choice... The only person who can save us may be you. Apart from telling you the truth, I don't know what else I can do..."
Lin Sanjiu seemed to be struggling to crawl to the door. Her voice was clearer than before, but she didn't dare to open the door and come in. Her nasal voice was very strong when she begged, but she probably didn't know what she was begging for.
"I can't let them die," she said lowly, as if she was dreaming.
The anger in Qiaotense's heart seemed to have been suddenly cut off, and it could not touch his throat, so he could no longer scream.
What is "Oracius created himself", what is "body steward" - he didn't understand why he had such a strong feeling for a lie that was so absurd, so funny, so beyond common sense, and he knew it was impossible as soon as he heard it.
Emotional reaction; he couldn't understand, so he simply stopped thinking about it and resisted Lin Sanjiu outside the door with silence.
If it weren't for this lie, maybe he could use "Life is like a play" to see Yilin and everyone again.
After the doomsday came, they inevitably experienced some pain - everyone lost something, everyone was confused and scared, until Theo Temple drove everyone into Chotense's apartment building, and they all
Struggling alone in the new world.
Later, things were different: they used buckets, drinking bottles, and flower pots from neighbors to plant a large area of vegetables on the rooftop; Dajuan went to the city zoo to bring back some goats; Yilin found a backup generator, and Mo Rui
He learned to use a special yo-yo to defeat the fallen species - he could only attack from the balconies on the second and third floors. Often, after his defensive battle was over, the group of bruised and swollen fallen species would also be tired, and they would disperse in order to save their face.
In the apocalyptic world, the five people learned countless knowledge and methods that they had never thought they would use one day, tried the most delicious and most unpalatable ingredients (chocolate-topped home-grown strawberries, corrupted eggs), and invented several inventions.
Game, I lost five decks of poker, I cried when I found out that my relatives and friends were dead, I laughed when I got back together after a quarrel...
The only thing they have always kept in the dark is that the time limit for residence in the apocalyptic world is only fourteen months.
Before the fourteen-month time limit comes, it happens to be almost Christmas.
When Jotense thought of this, he jumped up from the sofa, was pushed by a force, and quickly ran into the bedroom.
If [Life is Like a Play] recreated the apartment of that period based on his memories and life experiences - even the memories and life experiences that were created by others, so they are particularly clear and rich - then in the bedroom and on the bed
There must be that thing hidden underneath...
His hand passed through the dust and debris, and sure enough he touched a hard box.
In the chaotic period just after the apocalypse, when people still didn’t understand that the world had ended, all the famous watch stores, jewelry stores, and famous brand stores were the first to be looted; later, they were busy trying to survive, and no one would do it again.
Missing the little luxury and enjoyment from before the apocalypse, I am afraid that even Yilin herself does not remember how much she once liked this brand of handbags.
In order to dig deep and dig deep into the deserted and ruined city to find this handbag, Chotans almost didn't come back.
Of course it won't be of much use after the end of the world, but Jotense wants to do his best to bring back Yilin's normal, stable life, little by little.
Excitement, fascination, passion... these are not things that Chotans can provide. He is just an ordinary, soft-spoken person.
He has never said it, but he particularly likes one thing, and he feels inexplicably proud when he thinks about it: when Yilin suffered from insomnia due to various reasons, the most effective way for her to fall asleep was to hold her pillow and quilt and walk into Qiao Qiao in the middle of the night.
In Tansi's apartment, I lay down on the sofa and fell asleep in a short time. It didn't work well in other people's apartments.
He secretly hopes that Yilin will have insomnia on Christmas Eve - isn't it a good idea to think so? - and then he will quietly place the gifts on the coffee table in the living room, so that she can see them as soon as she opens her eyes on Christmas morning.
Jotense slowly stroked the leather handbag, thinking about the Christmas Eve that never came.
If the 14-month time limit could be reached later, this handbag would not still be left under his bed... it would be carried in Yilin's hands, and that particularly complicated text logo would be in another world.
The reflection lights up in the sunlight...
Jordans suddenly raised his handbag, squinted his eyes, and looked at it carefully for a while.
His hands had stopped shaking just now, but now they were shaking again; he dropped the handbag without holding it, and picked it up tremblingly, his mind going blank.
...It's like an actor who is too involved in the play. It was only today that he heard the director shout "Cut" and stopped the script, only to find that there were still tears on his face that no longer applied.
After an unknown amount of time, Chotans stood up with futile steps, opened the apartment door, and entered the corridor.
It turned out that Lin Sanjiu had been quiet for so long after she had passed out.
Qiaotense gently pushed Lin Sanjiu awake, placed the handbag in front of her, and whispered: "...Look, this is the gift I prepared for Yilin."
Lin Sanjiu's eyes fell on the handbag, and she gradually became aware from her daze. She raised her eyes and said tremblingly: "Yes... I'm sorry."
Qiaotense lowered his head, still looking at the handbag. He had seen this text logo countless times before. It was designed so artistically that it took a while to see that the original text shape was the character "小".
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He raised his head, and for a moment, he saw Dajian who had been turned into a woolen doll, Mori who was crying and scared, and Theo Temple who was sleeping in a coma.
"I have an idea," Chotense whispered, "which may save your lives."
Didn't I say before that I bought an old-fashioned typewriter? Today I fiddled with it and found that it is too sophisticated and complicated. It is full of handles, buttons, keys, wheels, metal cores, and round ink ribbons. It moves the whole body. No wonder
In the past, people had to go to typing schools to learn how to type. Anyway, I gave up and just kept it as a decoration.