Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Qi Baokai poured all his affection into his daughter.

Life can be without love, but life must always go on like this.

Work, earn money, support the family.

Eat, work, sleep, open your eyes, eat again, work, sleep.

Day after day, repeating every day, and then silently waiting for death to come.

Until one day, he participated in his daughter's music competition and met the woman he had been dreaming about again.

At that time, Qi Baokai was already in his forties. His hairline was much higher than before, his hair was gradually turning silver, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were particularly obvious when he smiled.

The woman looked like she had long lost her glory. Although she was still dressed elegantly, there was an unconcealable fatigue in her eyes.

She also has her own children. Her daughter also came to participate in this competition and played the violin.

Even the tune was "Skylark", which he often played on Changning Street.

Qi Baokai's heart, which had been silent for nearly twenty years, began to beat again when he met Jiang Manshi again.

His palms were sweating from nervousness, but Jiang Manshi in her seat didn't see her and was just applauding her daughter on the stage.

After the game, Qi Baokai mustered up his courage, handed his daughter to her teacher, and then chased after him.

Jiang Manshi led her daughter towards the car. Qi Bao ran over and squeezed out two words in a hoarse voice.

"and many more……"

Jiang Manshi turned around in surprise. Qi Baokai was extremely nervous. His heart was beating so fast that one could even clearly hear the "thump thump" sound.

He had been looking forward to the reunion scene for nearly twenty years, and had imagined countless possibilities and Jiang Manshi's expression.

Joy, embarrassment, nervousness, or anger at him for not having the courage to take him away.

But when he turned around to look at him, Jiang Manshi had a confused look on her face.

"Excuse me, sir, what can I do for you?"

Jiang Manshi asked with a puzzled look on her face. She looked at the middle-aged man in front of her who looked a little vicissitudes of life, and seemed to be trying hard to recall where she had seen this person.

But this cold and confused look was like a sharp sword that pierced Qi Baokai's heart.

It has been twenty years since they last saw each other. He is no longer the young and handsome violinist, and she is no longer the young girl who would be moved by the sound of the violin.

The saddest thing is not resentment, not hatred, not all the words in the world.

But you are forgotten by the person who is unforgettable to you.

"Nothing...nothing. Sorry, I got the wrong person."

Qi Baokai turned around and fled away.

After he left, Jiang Manshi took her daughter into the car, and she couldn't help covering her mouth, and her eyes became moist.

After returning, Qi Baokai began to fall into a state of confusion and absent-mindedness.

He would often stare at the violin in the room, or get distracted while crossing the street.

Realizing that something was wrong with him, his wife tried to comfort him, and even yelled and smashed things in the house in her excitement.

But Qi Baokai remained indifferent. His heart was dead at this moment, and he seemed to no longer care about anything in this world.

Even when he saw his little daughter who was named after Jiang Manshi, he would not dare to approach her for fear of being reminded of Jiang Manshi.

His life seemed to be over.

A violinist named Qi Baokai wanted to die.

Until the apocalypse that covered the entire world came.

Those who wanted to die did not die, but those who did not want to die died.

His wife was the first to fall ill due to years of doing housework, and he was left with only an eight-year-old daughter.

It was not until this time that he began to panic and feel the fear of death.