One Hundred Days on an Uninhabited Island

It was raining heavily, crackling like firecrackers endlessly.

Yao Yanan stood by the hole and put down his whistle angrily. In the distance of his vision, a spinning light disappeared into the blind corner of his vision.

It's a ship. I passed by a ship in the past [-] days. Judging by the distance projected by the searchlights, the distance is not very far. If there is no such rain, they should be saved, right?

Sighing unlucky, Yao Yanan went back to the fire and took the towel handed by Mu Jie to wipe his head.

The rain came in the afternoon, and several hours have passed by now, but it has not been seen falling. Judging from the current posture, let alone another night.

I don't know if I can stop tomorrow afternoon.

The hope is, if it doesn't stop, they will starve.

Looking at the churning food in the iron pan, my appetite suddenly went down.

Green, green, still green, very fresh and natural.

Yao Yanan's face was broken. These were the wild vegetables she and Mu Jie dug before the rain, and a handful of kelp brought by the tide, which was relatively rich.

But just, no appetite.

She curled her lips and said, "Is there no more palm core?"

"Yes." Mu Jie picked up a piece of palm core, which was left over after eating it yesterday afternoon, and it was only the size of a palm.

Yao Yanan raised her chin resentfully and gave up her attachment to Palm Core.

I still have to eat tomorrow morning. If I finish this meeting and it won’t stop raining tomorrow morning, wouldn’t I have nothing to eat? Let’s keep it just in case.

"You can eat."

Mu Jie picked up the spoon, scooped up a small bowl of soup with some wild vegetables, and handed it to Yao Yanan.

After taking the bowl and blowing a few breaths to dissipate the temperature, he picked up the bowl and took a small sip of the hot soup, feeling a burst of heat on the tip of his tongue.

"Huh~ It's hot, it's hot."

"Slow down." Seeing her flirtatious look, Mu Jie warned in a warm voice, and put a piece of taro that had just been fished out of the pot into Yao Yanan's bowl.

Without further ado, Yao Yanan stretched out a bowl of taro to Mu Jie's mouth, "You eat."

Leaning back slightly, Mu Jieya shook her head and pushed the bowl with her hand raised.

Yao Yanan persisted in not giving in.

They didn't bring much taro, only one for each meal. Before, it was half for each person, but today Mu Jie played tricks and put the taro in the pot without cutting it in half. Doesn't Yao Yanan know what he was thinking?

I won't depend on you.

"If you don't eat it, I won't eat it."

Seeing that Mu Jie didn't eat hard food, Yao Yanan purposely acted petty, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and looked at Mu Jie with her hands folded.

Seeing helplessness, Mu Jie picked up the taro from the bowl and took a bite.

"you eat."

Only then did Yao Yanan take the bowl contentedly, grabbed the taro and turned it to the place where Mu Jie had bitten, her eyelids twitched.

After taking a small bite, she scraped a layer of skin with her front teeth as a perfunctory matter, and Mu Jie was still fooling her.

Angrily staring away, Yao Yanan followed suit, scraped off the skin with her front teeth, took another sip of the soup, and handed the bowl back triumphantly.

Mu Jie understood the meaning, glanced angrily, took the bowl and chopsticks and took a bite.

This time it was a real bite, Yao Yanan could see the depression, but it was still a very small bite, like a little bit of material filled by a dentist, Yao Yanan thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out how to bite come out.

Yao Yanan gave up, cut off the taro directly with chopsticks, put the extra half in her mouth, leaned in front of Mu Jie, and poked her with both hands.

"what……"

With a poke of the tip of her tongue, half a piece of taro fell into Mu Jie's mouth, and Yao Yanan proudly crossed her waist.

Looking at her lover's smug face, Mu Jie wiped away the water stains from the corner of her mouth, smiled lightly, then suppressed her smile and said, "Dirty."

There was a moment of suffocating silence in the cave, Yao Yanan stared, "Then you still eat!"

"I like."

With a flat tone mixed with pampering that anyone who is not deaf can hear, Yao Yanan sat back to sit opposite Mu Jie contentedly, picked up a bowl of soup, ate the remaining half piece of taro, and handed the bowl to Mu Jie.

Mu Jie took a sip and handed it back to Yao Yanan. The two of them looked at each other with sweet smiles.

The wind is blowing and the rain is blowing outside, and it is so lively.

The bonfire inside was raging, and the sound of crackling firewood was very quiet.

The firelight illuminated the middle of the cabin.

The roof that was completed in a hurry has withstood the test, and the rainwater trickled down the bamboo.

Although there are leaks for dripping water in the house, it is the connection between the part covered with leaves and the bamboo paving.After the rain stops, replace the leaves with bamboo, so that there will be no more rain leakage.

The old lady squinted her eyes and sat by the hearth, two slender needles in her hands pulled the string to weave the garment, and her hands were as fast as a butterfly in a flower bush.Han Tangqing on the side was out of blue, dazzled and coquettish.

Wen Siqi took the palm leaves from Jiang Xinran and weaved them together one by one according to the weaving method taught by the old lady.

I originally planned to make bamboo mats, but I gave up after thinking about it. Weaving bamboo mats is a time-consuming project, and it is far less fast than weaving with palm leaves.

And don't be afraid that the palm leaves will be bald for many years like bamboo, there are plenty of similar leaves nearby.

Lin Jianfei was peeling the bark fibers, and his movement was slow due to the lack of one hand, but after adapting to the cooperation of hands and feet, the speed gradually accelerated. At around seven or eight o'clock in the evening, Wang Zhenzhen's rope knitting speed could hardly keep up with him. peeling speed.

Ye Yajie and Wen Suiyun were on the other side of the hearth, making mud with the old man.

Knowing that the rain would stop for a while, the old man dug up a lot of mud and put it there before the rain came. When the rain came, the mud would live on a rock.

For a whole afternoon, the old man made two large earthen pots, which were as high as Wen Suiyun's legs and wide enough to hold in one's arms.

With such a big pottery pot, I don’t know how long it will take to burn it directly next to the fire. The old man said that after the roof is paved, he will set up a kiln in the yard, and put the dried pottery pots in the kiln to fire.

In addition, the old man also said that he would double the land on the other side of the yard and open a field to grow sweet potatoes, taro, and other things.

Although they have always said that it is impossible to stay on this island for a few years, they have always believed in it.

But seeing the sweet potatoes being lost day by day, the farming genes in the old man couldn’t bear the loneliness, so he secretly hid a small sweet potato to let it germinate, and when the old lady found out, it was too late, the sprouts had already grown, and the sweet potatoes couldn’t be eaten I can only let the old man look at it like a treasure, ready to plant at any time.

The same is true for taro. After coming to the south side, the old man started to tinker with the plan of farming.

Choosing to camp here, besides the terrain, the old man is also able to farm.

Throughout the afternoon, a group of people were busy in the wooden house, chatting a few words from time to time, lying down and squinting, or walking around the house a few times, until the hour hand reached 08:30, they put down their work one by one and went to the corridor Sprinkle urinating and wash your hands at the end, and then fall asleep.

For example, the old man and Wen Suiyun, the old and the young are fast asleep.

Some people sleep fast, but naturally some people can't sleep, and Han Tang is one of them.

Walking around the wooden house in circles, still unable to get sleepy, I stood by the window and looked out, opening my lips and muttering some unheard words to myself, standing for a long time.

Wen Siqi also looked at it for a long time, hesitating for a long time.

Finally, she stopped hesitating and stepped forward to bring up the topic Han Tang was thinking of.

"Missing you sir?"

"Hmm? Hmm..." Han Tang came back to his senses, looked at Wen Siqi and then looked out the window, "I don't know where he is now."

It was raining heavily, just like that apocalyptic afternoon, the sky was dark and oppressive, making people breathless, surrounded by raging fire, obscure light swayed on the face, the wind blew the waves, and there were waves in the ear If it is higher than a wave, there will be an illusion of ups and downs in a moment of trance.

Wen Siqi used to be in a trance, and so did Han Tang. She often chanted about it in the previous few storms and heavy rains, and her mood became ups and downs as she chanted.

At this time, Wen Siqi or Yao Yanan would hug her and comfort her.

This time was no exception, Wen Siqi put her hand on Han Tang's shoulder and said with a smile, "I think he's always by your side."

"I don't believe in the existence of the soul." Han Tang shook his head, with a bitter smile, he ascended lonely, it seemed that she wanted to believe it.

"Who said I was talking about the soul?" Wen Siqi smiled, raised her hand and tapped on Han Tang's chest and forehead respectively, "As long as you remember him, he will always stay by your side and never leave, the memories with him I will always accompany you and protect you forever."

Han Tang stroked his chest, and his heartstrings jumped, as if to confirm Wen Siqi's statement that he was always there.

Well, the laughter started suddenly and then disappeared, Han Tang hugged Wen Siqi, lowered his head against her neck and bit his emotions.

The clothes were clenched tightly, and she could feel the force being pulled from her back. Wen Siqi sighed secretly, patted her back and comforted her softly.

I can't empathize, but I can understand the pain.

Among them who survived this disaster, Han Tang was the one who suffered the most. Unlike them who were either single, or had relatives and lovers who were still alive, Han Tang watched his lover being swallowed by the deep sea.

At night when the storm calmed down, if she and Lin Jianfei hadn't been holding him together, Han Tang would have been buried in the belly of a fish long ago.

Although later Han Tang also had the idea of ​​living for the child in his belly, and he was no different from ordinary people on weekdays, but when it rained, the suppressed shadows, pain, and longing were as crazy as weeds.

After discovering Han Tang's changing mood, Wen Siqi discussed with Yao Yanan ways to comfort and distract her.

"Cry if you want to cry, it will feel better if you cry." Wen Siqi urged Han Tang in a warm voice, constantly guiding Han Tang to vent his emotions.

The sobbing was still suppressed, both the cryer and the listener felt uncomfortable, Jiang Xinran slapped down Ye Yajie who was muttering, and looked over.

The two hugged each other, one weeping softly, the other guided softly, the sound of splashing water outside the house was clearer than their voices.

Knowing that she didn't need to meddle, Jiang Xinran sat by the fire and watched over the fire.

Today is her duty night.

Across the fire, the eyes always look to the window unconsciously.

Just like watching a movie, no matter how much empathy there is, there will always be some distance to feel the pain. On the contrary, Wen Siqi's light and gentle expression draws her attention. Although she is smiling, it is heavy and depressed. , is also missing.

Where have you seen such an expression.

Jiang Xinran thought for a while, then suddenly remembered where she had seen her before.

Just a few days ago, it was still raining in the karst cave in the northeast, and Wen Siqi looked into the distance through the rain curtain like this.

A thought suddenly popped up in my mind, Wen Siqi was not only trying to comfort Han Tang, but also trying to comfort herself.

With such thoughts in mind, Jiang Xinran watched for a long time until Han Tang stopped crying.

During the period, Wen Siqi looked over, and her gaze was the same as usual, and it was the same after that. Jiang Xinran couldn't help feeling that Wen Siqi's ability to manage emotions was terrible.

"Can I... sleep next to you?"

"It's impossible."

The mood calmed down, Han Tang fell asleep next to Wen Siqi's other side, and fell asleep a bit slowly, Jiang Xinran added firewood twice before seeing Wen Siqi sat up again.

"Miss Jiang, do you have something to say?"

Before Jiang Xinran opened her mouth to ask what's wrong, Wen Siqi took the initiative and almost made Jiang Xinran forget her words.

Looking at each other, Jiang Xinran hesitated for a while, Fang hesitated, "You comforted others, what about you?"

What about yourself?

Wen Siqi was silent, and immediately became as gentle and indifferent as jade.

"If you don't feel pain, why do you need comfort."

"You lied." Jiang Xinran ruthlessly exposed the lie without showing any mercy.

Wen Siqi smiled stiffly, and she smiled again in the blink of an eye, "Miss Jiang, I wonder if someone told you not to unmask people who have nothing to do with you at will, and be careful to reap the consequences."

What kind of fruit do you eat?

Jiang Xinran guessed it, and cursed secretly that she was meddlesome, so she turned her eyes away and continued to look at the fire and the door frame without a door.

Wen Siqi suppressed her smile, stared at Jiang Xinran for a while, and then lay down again with self-mockery.

Night, silent.