One Hundred Days on an Uninhabited Island

Dark clouds shrouded in heavy rain. It rained all afternoon, but it was still crackling on the roof. The thatch-covered leaves in the corridor leading to the toilet leaked water, like the ticking of a clock.

Standing outside the range where the toilet could not smell the gradually changing smell, Ye Yajie yawned listlessly.

The days of doing nothing are more exhausting than being busy. Because of the rain, a lot of work can’t be done, and most of the things that can be done in the house don’t need her, and she can’t help. Standing by the window with Wen Suiyun and watching the rain, I got tired of watching it.

With a creak, the door of the toilet opened, and the legs that came out walked quickly as if fleeing for refuge.

"Does it need to be so exaggerated? It's not airtight."

"Go in and stay for a while and try."

Not surprisingly, Ye Yajie responded with a word of dissatisfaction, and Ye Yajie simply refused.

"No."

It's not that she has never smelled it before, Ye Yajie can swear that this is the worst smell she has ever smelled in her life.

There are not many of them, but they can't stand the sweltering heat. The smell of the toilet has become offensive yesterday, and the breath can cause stomach discomfort as soon as it reaches the lungs.

This is still under the condition of ventilation, if there is no ventilation, and the stock is more, I am afraid that as soon as the torch gets close, this place will be 'bong' and become a misery in the world.

According to the discussion between the old man and Wen Siqi, they wanted to build a cesspool farther away, and then make a channel to flush the excrement and urine.

Everything else is easy to say, but the troublesome thing is the water problem. Whether it is water diversion or flushing, we need to find a way to solve it.

Especially for water diversion. The camp is already the closest distance to the stream, but there is still a distance of hundreds of meters. Every day, they spend time and energy fetching water. If this problem can be solved, they can devote this time and energy to other things superior.

Wen Siqi believes that this is an urgent problem they need to solve.

At that time, Ye Yajie listened to it for a while, and deeply agreed with Wen Siqi's statement, and it is even more so now.

This taste, the ghost can hold back.

Going back to the wooden house, the straw curtain hanging on the door was raised, the drowsy flames were blown by the pungent wind, and the rising fire dragon roared 'hoo hoo', murderously rushing towards the pottery pot hanging in the middle of the furnace, with a faint smell of medicine The hot air rising from the spout drifts into the air.

The gun barrel passes through the handle and replaces the hook to lift the hanging clay pot. This thing is used for this purpose now, and no one cares about it usually, it's a pity.

The old man took a bowl, grabbed the handle and picked up the clay pot, the sound of splashing water aroused another sleepy, Ye Yajie yawned, watching the old man bring the bowl to Mu Jie.

"It's a bit hot, let it cool down for a while, and then drink it later."

"Well, thank you, Grandpa."

Wen Siqi said that whether it is nest fern or wild plantain can be taken internally and applied externally, both internal and external can accelerate the elimination of silt. Ye Yajie doesn't know whether it has this dual effect, but the swelling on the arm is indeed worse than what I saw the night before, and it is almost full of pain. The degree of cracking is normal.

Mu Jie turned her head and then turned back, whispering to Han Tang.Han Tang applied the medicine behind her back, and he still had hands to apply later.

This was no easier than giving Lin Jianfei drainage and medicine. It was certain that Mu Jie's arm was broken, but they had no way of guessing the extent of the fracture.

Because of this, they didn't dare to put on boards indiscriminately. Lin Jianfei's wound was visible anyway. She didn't know where to start, so she could only apply some medicine to reduce swelling, and then try to fix it later to avoid further injury.

Hope to be rescued soon.

Walked to the sleeping bunk and sat down, just turned to watch, Yao Yanan covered his chest vigilantly against a pervert.

"Hey, don't move around, it's not good for the medicine meeting."

The old lady was applying medicine to her, and her face was very close. Yao Yanan's sudden action almost made her old eyes dazzle.

Yao Yanan's injuries were almost all in the front, although both Lin Jianfei and the old man turned their backs to this side, they couldn't stand the girl's thin skin.

"Hey!"

Yao Yanan hurriedly sat upright, not squinting at Ye Yajie who was grinning at her and staring at her.

Turning around, looking to the other side, apology, self-blame and eyes intertwined.

The door curtain was lifted again, and Wang Zhenzhen, who had just washed his hands, came in with water droplets, wiped his body a few times at random, then went to the old lady to ask for a bowl containing herbs, and took over the job of applying medicine to Yao Yanan.

The old lady who had nothing to do went back to the fireside and picked up the grass clothes and continued to weave.

After working day and night, she put on three grass coats and trousers, including one on Ye Yajie.

It is very comfortable to wear, without worrying about the tightness in the body. Both sleeves are detachable, because I am worried that the sleeves will not fit, and it will be troublesome to remove and knit again. The old lady and Han Tang knit sleeveless, and the two sleeves are separate. Weaving, when needed, put it on the arm and tie it, and when it is not needed, it is like bare arms now, very flexible.

Wen Suiyun sat beside the old lady, listening energetically to Lin Jianfei's anecdotes about the past, and the old man poking a bamboo core at the side couldn't mix in a few words, all of which are experiences that Wen Suiyun's current age doesn't have.

The little guy listened very vigorously, but now the drowsiness of yawning was nowhere to be seen. Ye Yajie listened with her chin for a while, only to feel more sleepy. Seeing Wen Suiyun's vigor listening, she gave up The thought of calling me over to sleep together passed me by in a daze.

……

The rain is falling, the waves echo the melody, clatter... clatter...

Leaning outside the range of the rain, it seems to be playing a silent chord, and the fingertips are dancing with the sound of the waves on the curved legs.

Jiang Xinran was very devoted, humming a gentle melody, playing one song after another, to the beat of the raindrops and waves to lull people to sleep.

The spirit let down its vigilance in the gentle tune, and drowsiness gradually invaded. Wen Siqi rubbed her eye sockets, the tears moistened her eyes, and the blurred figure in her vision became clear again.

"Aren't you sleeping yet?"

The words were interrupted, and the spirit suddenly tensed up. Their eyes met, and Wen Siqi saw helplessness in those eyes.

Maybe there are others, the flickering firelight is reflected in the eyes that look at it, and the light blocks the mind, making it hard to guess.

If you can't figure it out, you simply don't guess. It's tiring to try your best to guess a person's thoughts. Wen Siqi doesn't like the days when she can see other people's thoughts all the time. Seeing people's heart is hard and tiring. There was no way to do it before, but now it is not necessary.

"It's still early, I want to think about it for a while."

There are still many things to think about, such as the arrangements for on-duty duty in the future, the problem of water diversion, the reconstruction of toilets, the re-obtainment of diversified food, etc...

Jiang Xinran knew that Wen Siqi had mentioned it to her during the meal, and also put forward opinions. Unfortunately, Wen Siqi had thought about it a lot.

They discussed for a long time but did not come up with a definite plan, so they put it down temporarily.

"You didn't sleep much last night, didn't you? The black circle is thicker than what you saw last time." She paused and continued: "The spirit was also much worse last time."

Wen Siqi won't let her state look bad, unless it's really bad, so bad that she can't adjust her state. Now Wen Siqi can tell her state with just one eye.

and so.

That's why Jiang Xinran mixed the sound of rain and waves into her own harmony, making her hear the illusion that they were a piece of music, urging her to sleep.

Wen Siqi immediately understood why Jiang Xinran suddenly came here and started humming a tune.

Suddenly wanted to laugh, but her nose turned sour. Wen Siqi thought she was not a sentimental person. It was not that she had accidentally discovered that she was cared silently before. Jiang Xinran also used actions instead of words to care for her more than once. At that time, she was moved. But he just smiled, hiding his emotions perfectly in his heart, and never had the gaffe of putting emotions in his eyes or on the tip of his nose.

Even by... Yun Dan's side.

But this time, his emotions got out of control, and it rose very quickly, so fast that Wen Siqi had no time to react, and rushed to the tip of his nose and eye sockets.

After finally controlling and hiding it, Jiang Xinran has already watched her absent-minded appearance.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, just thought of something."

Wen Siqi adjusted quickly, and she returned to normal in a blink of an eye, as if the loss of consciousness she saw just now, and the weakness she saw in the past were all illusions.

Not an illusion.

Jiang Xinran was sure that what she saw was not an illusion, it was Wen Siqi's real emotions.

Why pretend to be strong?

Just as Jiang Xinran was about to open her mouth, she suddenly remembered that she was not qualified to ask others why they were strong, so she changed her mouth, "Go to bed early when you're tired, no matter how much you think about this state, you can't figure it out."

"Okay." Wen Siqi smiled happily, "Please call me when the time is up."

"By the way, thank you for your music, I like it very much."

The firelight dimmed the smile, floating in front of his eyes like a dream.

Wen Siqi's appearance can only be said to be above average, and the word fresh can explain her appearance, and it is also the first impression of her appearance.

But what attracted Wen Siqi's attention was not her appearance, but her temperament, which was as gentle as jade.

A well-trained manner in conversation, and a prudent and quiet way of doing things are her temperament that will imprint a deeper impression on people's minds.

Jiang Xinran was no exception. Even though the impression she had when she first saw her was too deep, she couldn't fix it on her impression of Wen Siqi. Even in the smile at this moment, the half of the smile that made her tremble became pleasing to the eye.

The flames branded the smile, which did not dissipate for a long time. When she regained her senses, Wen Siqi had already turned over, and she faintly heard her shallow breathing beside the sound of rain.

It seemed that she hadn't fallen asleep yet, and her breathing rate sounded a little shallow. Jiang Xinran pondered for a moment and hummed the tune again.

It's a lullaby.

As soon as the tune started, Wen Siqi recognized what it was, and suddenly opened her eyes that had just been closed.

It is said that music is the catalyst of emotions and the key to unlock memories. Wen Siqi never denies the veracity of this statement, but she never thinks that this statement applies to her as well, but today it suddenly applies.

Those pictures that have been blurred, even humming the melody in memory again can't be clear, the flood is surging like the opening of the gate, the pictures seem to be right in front of you, the voices seem to linger in the ears, the voices and smiles are still in yesterday.

Wen Siqi gritted her teeth lightly, her nails that had grown over time left a bright crescent mark on her arm, trying to keep a calm smile trembling on her lips.

grandpa...

I have never forgotten it, but the feeling of the past has left together.