One Hundred Days on an Uninhabited Island

At [-] o'clock in the morning, the fire in the furnace had been completely extinguished, and the incinerator without the light source could no longer see the specific situation, and the observation hole could no longer feel the temperature, and the furnace could be dismantled.

The old lady brought three fire pockets.

Huozhezi has pine oil in it, and when it burns, it has a little pine scent. The old lady put it in front of the furnace door as incense.

Just like when Yao Yanan and Mu Jie moved Zhao Guoming's ashes into the cave, the old lady went all the way to worship. Before opening the furnace, she also folded her hands together and prayed three times in front of the furnace door, and then let Lin Jianfei and Wen Siqi dig out the edge of the stone. He dragged Wen Suiyun around to get away from the incinerator by himself.

Dig up the mud from the furnace door, remove the stones, and expand the range of the digging a little bit.

Jiang Xinran held a wooden plank washed up by the tide, and put it under the stove top with Wen Siqi. Lin Jianfei pierced the stove top with a stick from above, and clods of mud fell on the wooden plank.

The incinerator opened wide quickly.

Wen Siqi took the ax and the clay pot where the ashes were placed, walked to the fragmented skeleton, knelt down, and bowed.

The skeleton had long since been burnt to pieces, and the small bones had been almost mixed together with the wood ash. The larger bones were not much better, and some were partially missing and broken.

Seeing the rather familiar gray and white, Wen Siqi was a little distracted, and didn't see her move for a long time.

Jiang Xinran frowned slightly, stepped forward and squatted opposite Wen Siqi, and stretched out her hand.

"If you can't do it, let me do it."

The palm is no longer as fragile as it was when I first saw it, it has become rough, and even if you don't touch it, you can still feel the roughness caused by the knotted scar.

Thoughts turned in the outstretched hand, lost consciousness in it again, and turned back again.

Wen Siqi took a deep breath to suppress the uneasiness in her heart, and smiled lightly: "Don't bother Miss Jiang, I can."

After that, he turned the ax and aimed it at a shin.

Looking at Wen Siqi's seemingly natural movements, and Jiang Xinran with his back turned to him, Lin Jianfei sighed, turned around and walked towards Ye Yajie and the others.

The sound of clicking, clicking seemed to follow Lin Jian and flew into his ears.Ye Yajie's expression turned ugly in an instant, and her perfunctory hands were tightly pressed against her.

When the old lady pulled Wen Suiyun over, she and Wang Zhenzhen also followed. She didn’t want to ask her and Wang Zhenzhen to worship the burner together as soon as they came, saying that if this was the case, his resentful spirits would not come looking for them. they.

Of course Ye Yajie doesn't believe in this set of superstitions, but she can't stand the old man's superstition, so she just pretends to be like that, but now this voice makes her shush, she feels hairy all over, her pores are smooth, and she can't help but think of his ferocious resentment.

At this time, Ye Yajie didn't care whether she was superstitious or not, so she calmed down first, and Wang Zhenzhen, who was standing next to her, heard her muttering, "There must be more benefits when I go back... There must be more benefits when I go back... "

She rolled her eyes when she heard it.

Hypocritical capitalists.

The sound of broken bones lasted for a while before it stopped. Wang Zhenzhen stood on tiptoe, thinking they were all right, but the people behind the stove didn't get up for a long time, and there was no more sound.

"what happened?"

Wang Zhenzhen subconsciously looked at Lin Jianfei.

Lin Jianfei frowned and said slowly, "Maybe he's still pretending to be ashes."

"But aren't they two? It's time to pretend."

Ye Yajie also felt that something was wrong with how long it would take to knock one at a time, but she didn't dare to go up.

Wen Suiyun wanted to go, and struggled fiercely, but the old lady pulled her tight, and she couldn't make it through.

Wang Zhenzhen and Lin Jianfei took a step, and then they took it back.

Seeing Wang Zhenzhen's face, he was obviously a little frightened, but Lin Jianfei seemed to be hesitating, shook his head and let out a long sigh, then stopped moving.

Behind the stove, Wen Siqi half-raised the axe, looking at the last piece and was hesitating to do it, her gray lips were even more ugly at this moment.

Jiang Xinran frowned, Wen Siqi had hesitated for a while, and during this period of hesitation, she could see struggle in her eyes.

Can't bear to do it?

No, not right.

Jiang Xinran immediately denied her subconscious guess. Wen Siqi hadn't been relentless before, but now she suddenly became lenient. She didn't look like Wen Siqi's character at all.

Since it is not intolerance to him, then there is only one possibility.

It was the head that reminded Wen Siqi of unbearable memories, just like the despair she saw after collecting the ashes of Yao Yanan and the others, but it was not yet the point of despair.

Jiang Xinran really wanted to know, whose death made Wen Siqi express such despair, even clearer than the shuddering emptiness when he was kicked on the ground by him.

She wants to know, really wants to know, but now is not the time for her to be curious.

Gritting her teeth, Jiang Xinran snatched the ax from Wen Siqi's hand.

Wen Siqi suddenly regained consciousness, and subconsciously cast doubts on Jiang Xinran, but the falling ax took away her sight.

crackling—

broken bones...

Like a piece of glass crawling through a cobweb-like crack, a shattered trembling movement burst out at the moment it crawled away.

Do not!

No... no!It's not glass, it's not the sound of glass, it's... it's...

Wen Siqi raised her head suddenly, stared blankly at the sky with her lower lip trembling.

The sky is blue, whitish blue.

no... ray...

no thunder...

Wen Siqi sat down paralyzed, Jiang Xinran looked at her smiling, but couldn't hear the laughter, the smile looked like she was crying, but there were no tears or crying, her intuition told Jiang Xinran that she had done something stupid.

Looking down at the shattered skull, Jiang Xinran dropped the axe, raised her hand and stretched it towards Wen Siqi's face. Halfway through, she suddenly changed directions and pressed Wen Siqi's thin shoulder.

"Wen Siqi, you...Wen Siqi, Wen Siqi?"

She wanted to ask, "Are you okay?" But in the current situation, anyone with eyes could tell that Wen Siqi was very busy. The words were too empty, and she couldn't think of what to say for a while, so she could only call Wen Siqi over and over again. name.

Wen Siqi looked at her, her smiling lips trembling, as if she was talking about something.

Jiang Xinran couldn't hear it, she couldn't even hear the breath of a voice, it was like the world lost its voice...

No, it was Wen Siqi's vocal cords. Something was pulling her vocal cords, so that she couldn't hear her voice, her babbling... It seemed that she was still calling for help.

The trembling lips stopped bumping, the shallow smile suddenly brightened, despair spread from the dull pupils to the smile, Jiang Xinran was stunned to see the change of Wen Siqi's mood.

It's like being greatly stimulated, and the strong fluctuation before returning to dead silence after the stimulation is over. Jiang Xinran has seen similar changes in movies, but their interpretation is different from Wen Siqi's.

"mom!"

"Mommy mommy!"

The panicked cries were getting closer with the wind, the cooling liquid that was as calm as the release instantly covered the excited emotions, and the smile was as gentle as jade.

It's like watching the actors' superb acting skills on the set. With the director's "card", the oppressive atmosphere suddenly changed. The actors were talking and laughing, and their faces were full of red.

The instant calm made Jiang Xinran even more out of breath, as if something was blocked at the junction of the two trachea, the air intake collided with the air outlet blockage, and the colliding breath suppressed her chest.

It's hard, it's hard...

"Wen Siqi, you..."

Jiang Xinran gritted her teeth and popped out these few words. The short four words seemed to slap the person in front of her hard.

Wen Siqi kept smiling, "Miss Jiang, please don't stop me from fulfilling my responsibility as a mother."

"You're cheating." Jiang Xinran still gritted her teeth.

"It is the first responsibility of a mother to let the child grow up happily, carefree and healthy." Wen Siqi was about to stand up on the ground, and when she was halfway up, she paused, lowered her head and said: "I don't want to She grew up in fear just like me."

The loose hair cast a shadow, which weighed heavily on Jiang Xinran's eyes.

Immediately, as if seeing the moon through the clouds, she stood up with her usual smile and approached with overflowing footsteps.

"What's the matter?"

The understated doubt is like the wind blowing from the side, blowing away the heavy weight on the body.

"Feel mother crying? You child likes to think about it, why is mother crying when she has nothing to do...

Intuition is not necessarily right, and it sometimes makes wrong judgments because of your cranky thinking. "

"But... Mom, your eyes are red..."

"Because something accidentally splashed into my eyes just now, my mother wiped it too hard, so her eyes turned red. If Yunyun is still worried, you can ask your sister Xinxin, did mother lie to Yunyun?"

Listening to the gentle laughter behind her, Jiang Xinran pursed her lips and stood up, patted the ashes on her legs and turned around.

Looking at the clarity, she smiled stiffly, "Well, your mother didn't... lie to you."

You are lying to the child!

Ye Yajie, who was chasing after her, stared angrily.

Jiang Xinran's smile was too fake, so fake that when compared with Wen Siqi, she was crushed by the gap between contemporary fresh-meat idol actors and fresh-meat idol actors more than ten years ago.

She glanced at Wen Siqi, who was able to coax her daughter with ease, and looked at Jiang Xinran with more and more disgust in her eyes, so strong that Ye Yajie couldn't stand it, and went straight away from Wen Siqi's hand to take Wen Suiyun, who was depending on her mother's life and death.

"When your mother is done with work, even if you sit on her head, I won't bother to pick you up, so don't get in my way now, hurry up and go!"

If you don't leave again, you must not expose it, the little ghost head is very smart, with Jiang Xinran's current acting skills, Ye Yajie patted Wang Zhenzhen's chest with emotion to assure that, after a while, Wen Suiyun, who has calmed down, will see the problem.

Ye Yajie went back to the old lady and the others with Wen Suiyun who was reluctant to leave.

Watching them leave, Wen Siqi smiled back at the three pairs of eyes on her, then turned around and went back to squat down behind the stove without haste.

As soon as he squatted down, his smile disappeared like a tide, and his tidying up became mechanical.

Jiang Xinran hesitated to speak again.

Turning what she wanted to say into a sigh, Jiang Xinran let out a long sigh, and knelt down to help clean up the remaining ashes.

She had picked a lot before, and only the skull was left, which was not completely broken. Wen Siqi hammered it twice before putting the fragments and some wood ash into the clay pot.

Spread leaves, cover with thin plastic sheets, and tie a rope around the mouth of the jar, and the ashes are collected.

Lin Jianfei followed the call, kicked the rest of the wall, and smashed the big pieces into smaller pieces with a stick.

Wang Zhenzhen and the old lady took two homemade brooms and swept the debris into the dug pit, and the final gathering work was officially completed.

Holding the urn, Wen Siqi went back to the wooden house with everyone, and after the old lady began to chant prayers all the way from entering the yard, Wen Siqi put the urn on the new shelf beside the woodpile.

Looking at the urn in front of him, Yao Yanan couldn't tell what it was like in his heart for a while, maybe he had everything, maybe he didn't have anything, in short, there were mixed feelings.

Scratching his somewhat greasy hair, Yao Yanan suppressed his chaotic thoughts, and pretended to be the situation: "Then now, the only thing that threatens us on the surface is the hunting dog on the other side of the mountain."

He went crazy and died. The wild boars on the other side of the river would not come here unless necessary. Now they would threaten them. Apart from the invisible danger, only the hunting dogs on the other side of the mountain would actively attack.

They are already enemies with them, and they will never die. As long as they are still in this range, they will definitely encounter hunting dogs that come out to hunt again. Regarding this issue, they need to make a good decision.

"Well, it just so happens that there is nothing else to do right now, let's discuss it together..."

"We'll talk about the hunting dog at night. You should go to rest now."

Only halfway through the conversation, Jiang Xinran interrupted, her tough tone made people look sideways.

"I……"

"You haven't rested these days."

The gaze is not as sharp as described in the novel, nor is it oppressively exaggerated, just like the ordinary gaze.

But it was such ordinaryness that made Wen Siqi just want to avoid, to avoid her merciless unveiling of herself.

"take a break."