One Hundred Days on an Uninhabited Island

Time always blinks in the busyness, the sun sets, the night covers the light of the island, the stars are like a river, the moon shines brightly, and there is a piece of light.

On the beach, the blazing fire is not to be outdone, persistently illuminating a small piece of the world under the strong sea wind.

With the brilliance of the stars and the moon and the light of the burning fire, Wen Siqi, Yao Yanan, and Wang Zhenzhen worked overtime to build the incinerator. After an hour, the nearly two-meter-long incinerator reached the height of a calf. It can be built.

rustle--

There is the sound of footsteps stepping on the sand, which is very ear-catching on the beach under the calm of the waves.

"Mom, it's time to eat~"

The figure was crisp and tender, and the two and one small walked slowly with buckets in hand.

Dinner is two fish, three crabs, a pot of kelp and conch soup, two pieces of dog meat, and some wild vegetables.

The fish was entangled in the fishing net. The typhoon a few days ago did not blow the net away, and it is still half-hidden under the water.

The crabs and kelp were picked up by Wen Suiyun and Ye Yajie in the intertidal zone when the tide was low, and the two pieces of dog meat were a stock that Wen Siqi dragged along a while ago.

Jiang Xinran and the others ate a piece of fish, two crabs, a piece of dog meat, and half a plate of wild vegetables, and they brought the rest to Wen Siqi and the others.

"Ha~ So cool~!"

As soon as he took the bowl, Yao Yanan couldn't wait to scoop up a ladle of kelp soup into the bowl. The soup, which had been cold for a long time, had a bit of refreshing aftertaste.

On the contrary, Wang Zhenzhen stuffed a piece of dog meat into his mouth immediately, and then took a spoonful of the soup to sip it.

The two wolfed down their food in a hurry, as if they were afraid that the other party would rob them of the food they wanted. On the contrary, Wen Siqi ate slowly, turning a blind eye to the "war" on the rice bowl, and from time to time praised Wen Suiyun for being clever and capable, The children grinned from ear to ear.

The mother and daughter were happy and warm, without any trace of the lingering heaviness in the morning, which made Ye Yajie wonder if she was wrong.

"What the hell, who is the real her?"

"What do you mean?"

Ye Yajie spoke in a low voice, like a whisper in her ear, only Jiang Xinran heard her mumbling.

Glancing at Wen Siqi, who was listening to her daughter's bragging, Ye Yajie moved closer to Jiang Xinran's ear, and described to Jiang Xinran what she saw: "I saw her pinching that brat's neck like this."

She said that she pinched Jiang Xinran's hand to the back of Jiang Xinran's neck, "The look in her eyes was also very strange. How should I put it... Forget it, I can't describe it. Anyway, it made me feel very uncomfortable."

[But just now... I made another, unforgivable and hurtful move! 】

Without thinking back to Wen Siqi's self-hating and self-abandonment talking to herself, Jiang Xinran finally understood what kind of hurtful behavior she was talking about.

She once wanted to strangle Wen Suiyun to death, but in the process of taking action, reason...

Or something else stopped her and left her with an indelible self-loathing ever since.

For a moment, the thoughts in my heart were as complicated as a mess.

The whispering in his ear continued.

"But look at her now, she looks a little abnormal, she has two personalities."

"She has no other personality, she has only her."

"what?"

The voice was very low, so low that it could only be heard close to the ear, Ye Yajie who had just retracted her body unfortunately did not hear the complete soliloquy, only heard "only her".

What what only her?

Ye Yajie couldn't understand, and when she wanted to investigate to the end, Jiang Xinran bypassed her and sat down beside Wen Siqi.

Yao Yanan and Wang Zhenzhen were sitting very close together, too close to accommodate the second person. Opposite them were the mother and daughter of the Wen family. The empty seat next to Wen Suiyun must be Ye Yajie's throne. Jiang Xinran remembered this new habit of Ye Yajie very clearly. He took the initiative to sit down beside Wen Siqi.

Ye Yajie sized her sister up and down strangely.

There is a huge space beside Wen Suiyun...

The atmosphere did not become awkward because of Jiang Xinran's sitting down. The moment she sat down, Wen Siqi asked Jiang Xinran about the situation of burning charcoal in a business-like tone.

Because of the kiln, charcoal no longer needs to be piled up into cones one by one like the first time, and then live on the outside to seal the firing, and just put the picked and chopped wood into the kiln to seal it. .

Originally, Wen Siqi proposed to cremate that person's body directly in the kiln, but was unanimously opposed. Later, there is still a need to burn objects in the kiln, and put the body in the kiln to be cremated. How can we face it in the future? Who doesn't have a pimple in their hearts, even if it is rebuilt.

They would rather spend some time building a new furnace than rebuilding the kiln on the spot.

"Grandfather said that it will burn for another three hours, and the door can be opened at dawn."

The old man had burned charcoal before, and had experience in this area. After he believed that there was no problem with his waist, he stubbornly took the job on him.

They couldn't persuade them, and the old lady couldn't scold her, so she simply let the old man watch the work, and the others would beat him up or split the wood.

"What about your side? When will it be better?"

Ye Yajie glanced at the dirt behind her and felt that the progress was a bit slow.

"If there are no accidents, it will be completed before sunset tomorrow."

"He won't grow maggots."

"Shut up!" Wang Zhenzhen stared at him casually, "Will it depend on the occasion, and you are still eating, what are you doing with that nauseating thing?"

The firelight just illuminated Wang Zhenzhen's disgusted expression. Ye Yajie saw that the corners of the mouth in the shadow were curved with malicious intentions.

"Oh, the weather is so hot today, tomorrow will not be so good, he has been dead for two days, there must be a lot of maggots on his body tomorrow, shouldn't it be full of maggots the day after tomorrow?"

The mouth that chewed meat stopped, and the firelight tried to brighten the gloomy face, but it was in vain.

Yao Yanan looked aggrieved at Wang Zhenzhen's nausea and reluctance to vomit, and was very glad that she no longer eats meat.

Smiling secretly, he couldn't help but glance at Wen Siqi.

Wen Siqi was very calm, and she was also looking at Wang Zhenzhen with aggrieved chuckle. The flames and shadows intertwined on her smiling face. The eyes in the shadows seemed to be covered with a layer of faint clouds. She couldn't guess Wen Siqi's exact thoughts from those eyes. , then turned to Jiang Xinran who was beside her.

Jiang Xinran's thoughts were much easier to guess, she peeked at Wen Siqi from time to time, and every time she looked, she could always see the worry overflowing on her face.

Yao Yanan couldn't help stopping her chopsticks, her eyes flicked back and forth between the two people's faces, and she instinctively told her that a film had formed between Wen Siqi and Jiang Xinran, a film where she could see each other's every move, every move, but she couldn't get close.

My mind couldn't help but become active, Yao Yanan really wanted to go back to Mu Jie immediately, right now, and tell her lover about the discovery in detail.

However, before the ready-to-move thoughts appeared on his face, Wen Siqi looked over and smiled, that smile made Yao Yanan's back suddenly chill, and his thoughts were silent for a moment.

Jiang Xinran also looked over afterwards, she didn't smile, her eyes were full of doubts, "What's wrong?"

"No, I'm just curious about what you're looking at." Yao Yanan casually lifted the ball back, picked up the bowl and hid behind his eyes to look at it secretly.

The light from the fire was not clear, and there were two more people separated. In the darkness, Ye Yajie only saw Jiang Xinran's body straighten a little, and then she heard Jiang Xinran say:

"Of course it's my sister and the others. You can't look at that one."

She raised her finger to point at the people lying in the temporary shelter.

Ye Yajie scoffed.

The atmosphere at the end of the dinner was a little weird, at least for Jiang Xinran, the glances that drifted past Wen Siqi from time to time made her feel uncomfortable, as if she had done something unforgivable to betray someone.

After finally surviving the dinner, Jiang Xinran hastily packed up the dishes.

"Let's go back."

"No, I want to be with my mother."

"No, it's windy at night on the beach. You haven't recovered from your cold yet. If you stay for a long time, your cold may worsen. At that time, mother will not only worry, but also blame herself for not taking good care of Yunyun."

Knowing the reason and moving the emotion, Wen Suiyun was easily sent to Jiang Xinran's side.

Seeing Wen Suiyun drooping her head sadly, Wen Siqi rubbed her head amusedly, then raised her head and nodded slightly to Jiang Xinran.

Seemingly understanding the meaning, Jiang Xinran gestured back and took Wen Suiyun's hand, "Yunyun, let's go back."

"Um……"

The little guy drooped his head and left angrily.

Ye Yajie's eyes became more and more strange as she followed.

Adultery!

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that there was something wrong between Wen Siqi and Jiang Xinran, but it was hard to say exactly what was wrong.

Thinking about it, Ye Yajie didn't intend to think on her own, and looked back at the three people who had already started to work, Ye Yajie ran to Jiang Xinran's side in three steps in two steps.

"Xinxin."

"what happened?"

Ye Yajie's thief-like tone made Jiang Xinran look sideways.

"What happened to you and Wen Siqi?"

"What's wrong?" Hearing this, Jiang Xinran found it funny, "Is there something wrong between me and Wen Siqi?"

The tone was very natural, without the embarrassment of guilty conscience just now, so Ye Yajie couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking too much?However, what Jiang Xinran said just now was indeed not right.

No, I don't know how many corners I have to turn to get the answer like this.

Ye Yajie's heart broke, and she said bluntly: "Do you like Wen Siqi?"

Wen Suiyun raised his head curiously after his footsteps stopped suddenly.

"Sister, I don't know which behavior of mine has misunderstood you again. I can tell you clearly that I only care about Wen Siqi as a friend, and I have no extra thoughts."

"Stop asking these unrealistic questions in the future."

The forest at night was dimly lit, Ye Yajie couldn't see the expression on Jiang Xinran's face clearly even though she was so close at the moment, but from her tone, Ye Yajie felt her seriousness.

Really think too much?

Ye Yajie stared suspiciously, then collected her thoughts and waved her hands rascally: "I know, I know, let's not make an example."

After all, without looking back, he carried the clay pot back to the wooden house.

Jiang Xinran sighed helplessly, and led Wen Suiyun to follow behind.

Wen Suiyun lowered his head again, and Jiang Xinran felt something was wrong with his depressed mood.

"What's the matter, Yunyun, you miss your mother again?"

Wen Suiyun shook his head, his voice sounded muffled behind the mask.

Jiang Xinran frowned slightly, stopped and squatted down, "What's the matter? Can you tell Sister Xinxin?"

Wen Suiyun lowered her head and twisted the soil on the ground with her toes. After a while, she said sullenly, "Sister Xinxin...do you hate your mother?"

Hearing this, Jiang Xinran suddenly understood the reason for Wen Suiyun's depression.

The tone towards Ye Yajie just now was too strong, which made Wen Suiyun, who followed his mother's head, think too much.

"How could it be, how could Sister Xinxin hate your mother?"

Although sometimes it is really annoying, but that person can't keep this annoying.

"really?"

Wen Suiyun regained his energy immediately, and even the voice behind the mask became cheerful, "Sister Xinxin doesn't hate mother?"

Jiang Xinran smiled, hugged Wen Suiyun and coaxed her as she walked.

"Well, I don't hate it."