One Hundred Days on an Uninhabited Island

The wind was very strong. It started blowing in the middle of the night last night. It has been blowing for a long time, nearly ten hours. Many trees were broken along the coast, and the whole cave was always crackling like thunder.

Wen Siqi said that it should be a typhoon, and it is estimated that it will be small in the afternoon or evening.

Standing by the cave, Jiang Xinran looked out to the sea, the waves were huge, the first wave was estimated to be several meters long, most of the beach was submerged, and the place where the fish cage was lowered was even invisible.

The jungle behind the beach is not much better, with all kinds of voices, who knows who is on the run at this time.

"It looks like I can't go."

"Ken gave up?"

Looking back to the side, the coir raincoat and brown hat seemed to be dressed to go out.

Just now Wen Siqi said that she was going to look at the fish cages and traps, but Jiang Xinran stopped her from taking risks.

Wen Siqi's spirit has not yet recovered, and she was in a daze when she first put on the coir raincoat. Walking into the waves in this state is not an adventure at all, it is death!

"Well... Miss Jiang has blocked the way, where else can I go?"

Blame me?

Jiang Xinran angrily rolled her eyes, and the body standing in the middle of the road stood like a green bamboo, not moving a bit.

Wen Siqi looked around, but couldn't find a space to go out. Besides, the weather is really not suitable for going out. If the fish cage is washed away, just wash it away. If the trap is broken, it will be broken.

Looking deeply at Jiang Xinran who was standing in front of her, she gave up the idea of ​​going out with a smile, took off her palm hat and coir raincoat and sat down by the fire.

Jiang Xinran also sat down, across the fire, like two strange guys who added virtual friends but were waiting for each other to type first, the two were silent.

After a long time passed like this, Jiang Xinran glanced at Wen Siqi while adding firewood.

She seemed to be asleep, with her face hidden behind her curled legs, motionless.

Thinking about it, Wen Siqi's spirits were already poor, and she stayed on guard in the middle of the night last night.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang Xinran pushed her awake, "Lie down and sleep, you will hurt your neck like this, and you won't be able to sleep comfortably."

Suddenly woke up, drowsy like a macaque from a fallen tree, and rubbed her eyes. Wen Siqi just wanted to refuse, but for some reason, she blurted out her rejection and accepted it, "Then please trouble Miss Jiang."

wrong.

Lying down, looking at the rain curtain, my thoughts were mixed, rationally trying to find a reason to change my words, but my mind was like a mess without beginning and end.

Just when his thoughts were in a mess, a soft voice asked in his ear, "Are you asleep? Do you want to listen to a song?"

Wen Siqi turned around and looked at Jiang Xinran through the flames. The fire was full of fire, and the snake-like dancing flames brightened the face in her eyes.

Jiang Xinran is not an amazing woman. Her face shape and facial features are soft and beautiful. She is the type that looks more pleasing to the eye. Coupled with an increasingly distinct temperament, the combination of hardness and softness makes her even more beautiful. It's hard to stop.

Of course, the premise is that you can keep yourself calm.

Thinking of Mu Qiushui's deeds about Jiang's family and Jiang Xinran's self-reported behavior, Wen Siqi couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional. It's a pity that such a gentle girl has inherited a common family disease.

"How much longer do you have to watch?"

She didn't look at it for a long time, and her gaze wasn't too intense. On weekdays, Jiang Xinran would give it up at most with a glance back.

But this time, Wen Siqi's eyes made her feel uncomfortable, sorry?Pity?All in all, it was impolite for Jiang Xinran to think about something.

Wen Siqi stopped to look at her, and smiled without changing her face, "Miss Jiang is naturally beautiful, so I couldn't help but take a second look. If I offend you, please forgive me."

Official tone.

If it weren't for Wen Siqi's generations of ordinary backgrounds, with Wen Siqi's tone of voice, no one would doubt whether someone in her family has been in politics, or a high-level executive in a big company. People who play cards have no temper and want to say They all cleared up their temper.

Swallowing her aggrieved dissatisfaction, Jiang Xinran replied flatly, "You're not bad either."

Wen Siqi is indeed not bad. Her appearance is not as good as the top but more than enough for the bottom. In addition, her words and deeds seem to have stepped out of time and space from an ancient book, as well as her modest and polite manner. to her.

Jiang Xinran was sure that many people would feel the same way as her.

However, there are all kinds of people, and there is no shortage of people who deny themselves. Some people are born like this, and some are forced to deny it. Unfortunately, Wen Siqi also has such a problem.

When Jiang Xinran said this, she smiled and shook her head, with a strong sense of self-deprecation, Jiang Xinran couldn't help frowning.

Just about to open her mouth, Wen Siqi spoke first, "Miss Jiang, can you hum a light tune for me?"

Jiang Xinran collected her thoughts, and continued, "What do you want to hear?"

"According to your."

Jiang Xinran closed her eyes, thinking about which tune was suitable for falling asleep and would not resonate with certain memories.

Last night's lullaby was the first to strike out.

People are emotional creatures, especially women. The word sensibility has almost become a stereotype of men for them, but it is undeniable that most women are more sensitive in terms of emotions.

Wen Siqi is no exception. The difference is that she can control her emotions more freely than most women, even men. This ability is considered to be rational, and rationality is ruthless. In the eyes of people who are familiar with Wen Siqi, she is in between.

However, no matter how rational and comfortable she is, Wen Siqi is still a human being, who will be emotional, cry, and sad, and the excitement last night is one of the proofs.

At that time, Wen Siqi was indeed very calm, and Jiang Xinran was almost fooled. If it wasn't for the sudden heavy breath in the middle, she would not have noticed the emotional fluctuations resonating with the hummed tune.

After choosing for a long time, Jiang Xinran finally thought of a song that would not make her emotionally excited or depressed.

It is a pure music that interprets summer. Not only does the brisk tune not make people feel dull, but when added with Jiang Xinran's soft voice, it calms down the mood.

Just like a summer afternoon, sitting in the shade of the sun, eating cool food to relieve the summer heat, and enjoying the comfort brought by the wind passing through the shade.

Wen Siqi turned her back, took a deep breath to suppress her chaotic thoughts, and lightly closed her eyes to follow the tune to the dream.

One song after another, the softly hummed song spread through the rock wall, and drifted away through the wind and rain roaring battlefield. Someone heard the song along the light, and followed the sound to the bottom of the cave.

The howling wind disheveled his well-groomed hair, his tattered clothes were covered with mud, half of the lenses of his eyes hanging on the bridge of his nose were broken, and he looked like a tramp who had lost his home, standing desperately in the wind and rain. The stone thrown by the child who hated him fell on him mercilessly, a bright red fell with the rain, and the wind mocked wantonly.

"what……"

He slowly opened his mouth, tearing out the extremely ugly sound behind his bloodless lips, like a pair of rough hands full of cracks and dead skin caressing the breakable skin, the hard dead skin cuts the skin, leaving Lots of scars.

He also felt that his voice had ruined the beauty of the singing, and then he closed his mouth again, staring at the faint light reflected on the rock wall of the cave.

He laughed, making a wacky "ho ho" laugh that was full of depression.

Suddenly he covered his mouth, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes looking into the cave, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people in the cave, he stepped back quietly with cautious steps.

Until he could no longer see the light of the cave, and could not hear the humming song, he let go of his hands and laughed wantonly, and the blunt ax split the wind, the raindrops, and the thin young trees.

The tree fell to the ground with a futile moan.

One, two, he couldn't move, the ax sank deep into a tree trunk, and he couldn't pull the ax out even though his face was flushed.

He stood helplessly for a long time, then suddenly raised his fist, punched, kicked, venting in disorder, like a waste full of anger but unable to do anything, which made people feel ridiculous.

As if annoyed by his incompetence, the strong wind broke a tree, and it hit the ground behind him impartially, splashing a puddle of muddy water and pouring him straight.

The icy muddy water calmed his emotions, he shivered, and sat down on the broken log in a daze, his lips trembled and bumped, he muttered something, and he could vaguely hear a few murmurs to himself.

"Why can you...I didn't do it on purpose...I didn't kill people...Why did you force me...You can't let me go...It's all of you...It's all..."

The hoarse English was bumpy, except for these repeated words, other words were vague, like a child who just learned to speak.

The voice is also very hoarse, as if every word is a product just pulled out of the manufacturing workshop, and there are burrs and ears that have not been polished everywhere.

He sat on the broken log talking to himself for a long time.

ah--

The wind broke another tree, and the rotten moan was extremely harsh in the storm.

Staring blankly at the tree falling towards him, as if choosing to compromise with his own destiny, he sat there indifferently.

boom--

There was a huge explosion, like a thunderbolt, which instantly disappeared the surrounding noise.

He stood hunched over the fallen tree, holding the ax that he had not been able to pull out before, and looked at the fallen tree calmly.

Suddenly he raised the axe, and with a bang he chiseled a deep gash in the trunk.

bang bang bang-

In the roar of the wind and rain, there was a strange sound of logging, mixed with a strange low growl for a long time.

After a long time, he was out of breath and stopped swinging his arms. Looking at the scarred broken wood, his calm eyes were completely cracked at the moment, like a lunatic, and he smiled.

Laughing happily, even dancing with the body.

After dancing for a while, he suddenly stopped his movements, calmed down again in an instant, and his vicious eyes also calmed down.

Standing quietly, he seemed to be dead, and he seemed to be solemnly mourning someone, standing motionless.

After a while, he raised his head in surprise, and fiddled with his blown hair with his left hand until he felt satisfied, then his standing body arched again, and he turned and walked towards the cave.

The footsteps are very light, and the sound of the interaction between the feet and the fallen leaves and dead branches can hardly be heard in the wind and rain.

Seeing the light again, following the light and continuing to move forward, the singing is no longer heard, and there is no longer any sound coming from inside.

He squatted behind a tree not far from the cave, with half of his face sticking out.

After the complete lenses, the calm eyes seemed to be tarnished and dull, but also seemed to be full of anger and hatred, staring at the cave.

stare.