One Hundred Days on an Uninhabited Island

"Sleep?"

There was a row of people sitting in the corridor of the wooden house, Ye Yajie, Wang Zhenzhen, Yao Yanan, Mu Jie, Han Tang, when they saw Jiang Xinran and Wen Suiyun coming out of the room, they all looked together.

"Well, I fell asleep."

Sitting against the wooden wall, Jiang Xinran pulled Wen Suiyun onto her lap.

Wen Siqi fell asleep, and under her strong tone, she readily agreed to go to sleep, completely unable to see the resistance and escape when she met her eyes, and quickly fell asleep under Wen Suiyun's gaze.

But whether she fell asleep completely or not, Jiang Xinran knew very well.

It won't be long before Wen Siqi wakes up.

She pursed her lips lightly, thinking about when to go in.

"Xinran, Xinran?"

The shoulder was pushed, Jiang Xinran suddenly came back to her senses, Ye Yajie leaned against the guardrail in front of her vision, looking at her with contempt written all over her face.

The sound and thrust came from the side, Jiang Xinran glanced at Ye Yajie and turned to look beside her.

Han Tang sat on the stake, looking at her with the same weird eyes as the other three.

The smile that had just hung up suddenly froze on her face, and her intuition told Jiang Xinran that she was about to be 'dissected'.

"Sorry, I was distracted, what's the matter?"

Dying struggles are nothing more than that.

Han Tang smiled and continued with the work in hand.

Yao Yanan, who was sitting on the outermost side, put down his work and said, "We just said, did your tone of voice to Siqi be offensive?"

It's not doubt, it's determination that everyone can hear except Wen Suiyun, Jiang Xinran is no exception.

Lowering her head, she said, "I couldn't control my emotions at the time, so I rushed."

When she heard that Wen Siqi was going to do something for herself again, she suddenly felt angry, and couldn't help but interrupt Wen Siqi's words.

Ever since she was a child, she has never interrupted others before they finished speaking, but when it came to Wen Siqi, she broke the habit again and again.

Wang Zhenzhen opened her mouth, but she swallowed the words before she could speak, and kicked Ye Yajie's legs.

Ye Yajie stared, seeing Wang Zhenzhen pouted and bowed her head, she immediately understood what she wanted to do.

Didn't she just let her ask Jiang Xinran if she really liked Wen Siqi? If she couldn't see Wang Zhenzhen's little Jiujiu, she wouldn't have to go back to Ye's house. Anyway, she would just deliver food when she went back.

If you can see it, you can see it, whether to say it or not is another matter. Jiang Xinran's current appearance is obviously absent-minded about other things, and she has been warned before, so she doesn't want to ask boring questions.

Just as Ye Yajie thought, Jiang Xinran was thinking about something now, and after Ye Yajie seduced Wen Suiyun, she said to Mu Jie: "Xiao Jie, do you still remember what Wen Siqi told you before picking and collecting the ashes for your Uncle Ming?" words?"

"for example?"

"Like a bone or something."

When Wen Siqi introduced herself, she was a little far away from them. The waves were not small at the time, and she couldn't hear the conversation, but with Mu Jie's carefulness, she would definitely not miss the natural fear of normal people towards corpses. She must have hesitated about Wen Siqi, Wen Siqi He must have said something to let Mu Jie put down his worries.

She was very curious and wanted to know what happened to Wen Siqi, this curiosity even made her unable to think about other things.

Mu Jie thought for a while, then quickly recalled the conversation at that time, "She said she had seen a picture of bones being smashed into pieces."

After that, she looked at the window, and then carefully looked at Jiang Xinran's face.

When Jiang Xinran asked about this, it was obviously something that happened to Wen Siqi while picking out the ashes.

The others also looked over, waiting for Jiang Xinran's answer.

The answer was no, but the second question was thrown to Wen Suiyun.

"Yunyun, do you know that in your mother's heart, is there an important relative who has passed away for a long time?"

"Very important? Been dead for a long time?"

Wen Suiyun bit her lower lip, her brows were tightly pulled together.

Well, Wen Suiyun slapped her palms "Oh", showing her funny smile without a door.

"Yes, Grandpa Gaozu!"

"Shh~ Keep your voice down, don't disturb your mother's sleep."

The little guy's voice was quite loud, and she silenced it when she was excited. Jiang Xinran had no time to cover her mouth, shushed her, and quickly lifted the curtain to look inside.

Wen Siqi didn't seem to be woken up, she was still in her sleeping position hugging her before she came out, her heart suddenly fell down slowly.

Sitting back in the original position, Ye Yajie's disgust almost turned into reality when she turned her head, and the curiosity, ridicule and indifference of others.

Smiling, Jiang Xinran pretended not to see, and continued to ask Wen Suiyun, "Grandpa Gaozu?"

Wen Suiyun nodded, glanced at the door curtain, let go of his hand and whispered: "Once I saw my mother crying holding a picture, but my mother stopped crying as soon as I passed by."

As he spoke, the little guy lowered his head wearily.

Ye Yajie then slapped her lightly on the head, "What does it look like for a child to be downcast all day long, please raise your head and tell me who is in the photo."

Covering his little head and puckering his little mouth, Wen Suiyun continued aggrievedly, "It's an old grandfather and a little sister, and my mother said that the old grandfather looked like a great-grandfather."

"Nonsense, when your mother came out, your grandfather's grandfather didn't know how many years had passed since he was still the great ancestor."

After Wen Siqi came to the house to argue about marriage, there were no eighteen generations of Wen's family, but the last three generations were all up to the sky. When Wen Siqi was born, her grandfather was a pile of loess, and he was still a great ancestor.

"It's not grandpa's grandpa. My aunt said it was grandma's grandpa."

"What a mess!"

It's too messy, and this grandpa and that grandpa, it's confusing to hear.

"It's Wen Siqi's great-grandfather. I remember she grew up with her mother's parents when she was a child, and she only came to Nancheng when she was in elementary school."

Jiang Xinran remembered that it was mentioned in the information that Wen Siqi had a great-grandfather, but there was only one name and no other ink marks.

Wen Siqi has always referred to herself as a native of Liu Town, which shows that she always regards herself as a person from there, and regards that town as her home.

Then, it is not surprising to regard the great-grandfather as the great-grandfather.

"Yeah! It's my great-great-grandfather. My aunt said that my mother loves my great-grandfather the most. She also said that on the day of the cremation of my great-grandfather, my mother sneaked in and was scared by a big thunder. Later, when my grandparents scolded me Haven't recovered."

It's like talking about funny and embarrassing things, Wen Suiyun is very enthusiastic, vividly telling her mother's past that her aunt mentioned to her.

Some people also heard it was funny, Ye Yajie was one of them; some people didn't find it funny, Jiang Xinran was one of them.

She noticed the thunder in Wen Suiyun's mouth, and Wen Siqi's previous behavior of looking up at the sky came to mind again, and she suddenly understood what Wen Siqi was looking at at that time.

thunderbolt.

On the morning of the cremation of Wen Siqi's great-grandfather, there should have been a thunderstorm, and when she entered the cremation site, a thunderstorm happened to strike. The moment the thunder fell, she saw the moment her skull was smashed.

The guess may not be absolute, but it must not be too far off. Wen Siqi must have seen with her own eyes that the skull of her closest person was smashed in front of her.

The air suddenly became stuffy, and Jiang Xinran felt her chest was so stuffy that a puff of exhaust gas was stuck inside and couldn't get out.

"What's the matter, Xinxin, why is your face suddenly so ugly?"

The complexion changed very quickly, almost instantly the rosiness faded from the complexion, but it was not pale, it was simply ugly.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired." Jiang Xinran forced a smile to comfort her, then stood up, "Sister, I'll go in for a rest, call me if you have something to do."

After the words fell, he went behind the curtain without turning his head.

Wen Suiyun was about to get up right after, but was pushed back by Ye Yajie.

"What are you doing in there, come back!"

"I want to sleep with my mother..."

The mumbling whispers were full of pitiful grievances, but Ye Yajie's heart was like stone and iron, and she remained unmoved.

"Sleep what you want. How old you are, you still sleep with your mother. Just sleep here. I will give you a knee pillow."

Saying that, he glanced at the door curtain.

Yao Yanan sat across from her, saw the little move, turned her head, and secretly met Mu Jie's eyes.

There is a play.

Across a roll of straw curtains, Jiang Xinran stood behind the door curtain, looking at the person sitting on the floor in embarrassment.

Wen Siqi woke up, and she didn't wake up just a moment before she came in. Jiang Xinran guessed that she woke up when Wen Suiyun recounted her past story. The reason was the first sentence she said to her the moment she came in:

"You guessed it."

Guess what?

What else, of course, is the reason for Wen Siqi's violent mood swings.

Jiang Xinran understood, and so did Wen Siqi.

"Well, I guessed it."

"why?"

Jiang Xinran took a step forward, walked up to Wen Siqi and sat down, and said calmly, "I'm curious."

"Miss Wen said that I can continue my curiosity. Since you don't want to say it, I have to start from other places to solve my curiosity."

"Why, you must be curious about my affairs." Wen Siqi stared at Jiang Xinran firmly.

"Because your condition worries me."

The reply was still calm, just like the pair of eyes in front of him, magnanimous.

Wen Siqi lowered her head and smiled self-deprecatingly, feeling a sudden dull beat in her chest, she raised her head again, lightly touched her pale lips and said, "Miss Jiang, please put away your sympathy, I don't need it."

After saying that, she pursed her lips and lay back, turning sideways to hug herself.

As Wen Siqi lay down, the room fell into silence again. Jiang Xinran lowered her head slightly, her hair covered her face, her expression was no longer high, and her brows and eyes were apologetic.

Sympathy is not so much an emotional response to other people’s suffering and misfortune, but rather a sad self-comfort that resonates with other people’s suffering. People who are really suffering don’t need sympathy at all, but sympathy will deepen their pain.

So, she sympathizes with Wen Siqi?

Yes, sympathy.

Jiang Xinran admitted that she did sympathize with Wen Siqi, and used the concern derived from sympathy as an excuse to ruthlessly dig into the past that Wen Siqi didn't want to go back to.

This, not caring at all, is just as disgusting as those who hurt someone with the excuse of 'for your own good'.

White teeth bit her lower lip lightly. After a long time, Jiang Xinran let go of her fists, looked up at Wen Siqi who was hugging her, and opened her lips and said:

"sorry."

Sorry to hurt you with sympathy.

sorry……