Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 2035: The Christmas Eve that never came

Chapter 2040 The Christmas Eve that Never Comes

Jotans was sitting alone on the sofa, and everything inside and outside the apartment was quiet.

The fabric sofa beneath him has been supporting him steadily and 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 everyone was watching a movie or eating takeout together, Dajuan accidentally spilled the ketchup and couldn't wash it off, leaving a light yellow patch; Theoji once broke up so ugly that he didn't dare to go home and slept here for several days. Late at night, one day when Jotense came back from work, he found that he and his ex-girlfriend were kissing each other passionately on the sofa. If he came back half an hour later, the sofa cover would 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 - Mo Rui, Theo Temple, and Yilin.

Everyone likes to spend time at Jotense's house. They don't even have to say hello before coming. As soon as they come in, they kick off their shoes, sit down on the sofa, and greet Jotense with a bottle of beer. It's simply better than at home. Still comfortable - because Chotans never had "rules" and never required people who entered his home or his life to meet any standards or do or not do anything; he could always sit on the corner of the sofa, We laughed together while listening to 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" like Jotense.

Jotans has accepted the fact many years ago: the world is full of men who want to do big things, but there are not so many big things for people to do in this world. He doesn't understand big things, but there have to be enough ordinary people, little people, for the world to function.

He is one of the ordinary people. His monthly income is moderately low, his myopia is 200 degrees, and he likes to cook. He usually likes to feed wild birds, wild cats, neighbor dogs, and his friends, whether they are hungry or not. Bored, yet 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.

So, 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.

"Jotense..."

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 Chotans replied loudly without turning his head: "Don't call me, I don't want to talk to you!"

Besides feeling almost betrayed, there was a vague thought in a corner of his heart - Lin Sanjiu probably shouldn't speak in this situation. If she spoke less, she would be able to Get more rest.

When he realized this idea, he wished he could kick himself a few times.

Have you returned to your old home and forgotten the attitude that an evolved person should have? What he should be thinking about most at the moment is obviously why Lin Sanjiu made up such a ridiculous lie. What is her purpose and conspiracy? Is she trying to defraud his spaceship or something... The apocalyptic world is not something that should be taken lightly. A place?

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 did not dare to open the door and come in. Her voice was very nasal 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 dreaming.

The anger in Qiaotense's heart seemed to have been cut off suddenly. It could not touch his throat, and he could no longer shout.

What is "European created himself" and what is "body steward" - he didn't understand why he had such a ridiculous, so funny, so unreasonable lie that he knew was impossible when he heard it. Such a strong emotional reaction; he couldn't understand it, so he simply stopped thinking about it and used silence to resist Lin Sanjiu outside the door.

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 , they are all struggling alone in the new world.

It was different later: they used buckets, drinking bottles, and flower pots from neighbors to plant a large area of ​​vegetables on the rooftop; Dakuan went to the city zoo to bring back some goats; Yilin found a backup generator , Murray 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 face. .

In the apocalyptic world, the five people learned countless knowledge and methods that they had never thought they would one day use. They tried the most delicious and most unpalatable ingredients (chocolate topped with self-grown strawberries, corrupted eggs), and invented I played several games and lost five decks of poker. I cried when I found out that my relatives and friends were dead, and 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 doomsday world is only fourteen months.

Before the fourteen-month time limit comes, it happens to be almost Christmas.

When Chotans 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, then There must be that thing hidden under the bed in the bedroom...

His hand passed through the dust and debris, and sure enough he touched a hard box.

In the chaotic period just after the end of the world, 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 could I will no longer miss the little luxury and enjoyment from before the end of the world. I am afraid that even Yilin herself does not remember how much she once liked this brand of handbags.

In order to 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 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 hug her pillow and quilt in the middle of the night. He walked into Jotense's apartment, lay down on the sofa, and fell asleep in a short while. Other people's apartments don't work well.

He secretly hopes that Yilin will also have insomnia on Christmas Eve - isn't it a bad idea to think so? ——Then he would quietly place the gifts on the coffee table in the living room, where she would see them as soon as she opened 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 the particularly complicated text logo would be in his hand. The reflection lights up in the sunlight of another world...

Jotense suddenly raised his handbag, squinted his eyes, and looked at it carefully for a while.

His hands stopped shaking just now, but now they started shaking again; he dropped the handbag without holding it, and picked it up tremblingly, his mind going blank.

... It's like an actor who was too involved in the play. It was only today that he heard the director shout "Cut" and stopped the script. Only then did he realize that there were still tears on his face that no longer applied.

I don’t know how long it took before Chotans stood up with frivolous steps, opened the apartment door, and entered the corridor.

It turns out that Lin Sanjiu had been quiet for so long after she had passed out~IndoMTL.com~.

Jotense 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."

Jotans 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".

He raised his head, and for a moment, he saw Dajian who had been turned into a woolen doll, Murray who was crying and scared, and Theo Temple who was sleeping in a coma.

"I have an idea," Chotense whispered, "maybe it can 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. The whole body, no wonder people in the past had to go to typing schools to learn how to type. Anyway, I gave up and kept it as a decoration.