One Hundred Days on an Uninhabited Island

The fire was bright and dim, and the faint flame seemed to be extinguished in a second. Yao Yanan picked from the firewood, picked out a few dead branches that felt drier to the touch, and put them into the fire.

I haven't been here for a few days, and the cave has not seen fireworks for a long time. The dripping water from the cracks in the rocks has made the cave moist again. In addition, it rained again a few days ago, and she and Jiang Xinran burned the fire all afternoon before dispelling it. The air is humid, but unfortunately the firewood piled in the hole did not dry so quickly, and the outer skin of many firewood is tender to the touch.

For this reason, they collected firewood for most of the day.

When the lid of the pot was lifted, a burst of hot air rose, mixed with a faint fragrance.

The pot is a clay pot brought from the south, replacing the iron bucket brought back.

Yao Yanan picked up the spoon and scooped up the soup into the bowl, blew away the breath and tasted it.

can eat.

With a hint of joy on his face, Yao Yanan picked up an empty bowl again, scooped in half a bowl of fish soup, and put a piece of fish meat into the bowl.

Putting down the bowl, she returned to the entrance of the cave, "Xinran, it's time to eat."

"...Here we come." Came back to her senses, Jiang Xinran stood up, walked to the fire and sat down, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, "Thank you."

Eyes involuntarily flicked to complex eyes, Yao Yanan sighed softly.

It's been almost a day, and Jiang Xinran's mood has never been high, nor angry or depressed, and it has remained at one point strangely.

Just like thinking Wen Siqi.

Picking up the bowl, Yao Yanan took a sip of the soup.It was very hot, but the taste was good, and the soup with side dishes tasted pretty good.

Taking the bowl away and looking up, Jiang Xinran was staring at the bowl in a daze.

"Not to your liking?" Yao Yanan asked cautiously.

The voice interrupted Jiang Xinran's thoughts, she hurriedly denied, "No, I just remembered something and lost my mind."

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't suit your appetite... By the way, you can eat it quickly, the taste may be bad if it gets cold."

Urging, Yao Yanan picked up the bowl again to block Lian, but stared at Jiang Xinran's face over the mouth of the bowl.

Her intuition told her that Jiang Xinran's mind-wandering had a lot to do with Wen Siqi. If she read correctly, Jiang Xinran was smiling, which meant that what she thought of was a good thing.

Unfortunately, it is impossible to ask.

Smacking his lips, he sighed secretly with regret.

Jiang Xinran responded, and absent-mindedly ate dinner.

Yao Yanan has been paying attention to the changes in her expression, and found that Jiang Xinran looked into the pot several times, her expression didn't look like she was excited about the dinner in the pot, but instead looked like recalling the past through the food in the pot.

Did Siqi cook the same dish?

Yao Yanan is very curious, very curious, but still can't ask...

Some curiosity can not be asked, otherwise it is troublesome.

It was a heart-wrenching dinner.

The moon was high, and the faint light of the fire swayed with the wind, which blew through the rolled-up curtains of the window.

The watchman sitting by the fire stood up on his knees, sluggishly as if an octogenarian was about to topple.

She stood up with difficulty, arched her body so that her weak legs and feet would not let her body fall lightly towards the fireplace.

After a while, she stood up straight and limped to the window.

Standing there for a while, he lowered half of the rolled up straw curtains, and lowered half of the rolled straw curtains on the other side of the window like a legal cannon.

Then, she carried a bag to the innermost side of the sleeping bunk, and squatted down beside the clay pot with the curling smoke.

Carefully untie the knot of the bag so that it does not make too much noise, then open the lid on the clay pot, grab the dark things from the bag and put them into the pot, and close the lid again.

After adding the shoddy mosquito-repellent incense, she tied the bag to the woodpile, hung the bag on the hook hanging on the beam in front of the woodpile, and turned back to surround the fire.

Just two steps away, the footsteps suddenly changed direction and went outside the house.

The moon outside the house hangs high in the sky, and the last quarter moon scatters moonlight that is not inferior to that of a full moon, illuminating the yard with a wide field of vision, and also making the dense jungle outside the yard darker.

Wen Siqi sat on the steps at the door, bent her legs and gently embraced her, and raised her head to look at the night sky where the crescent moon hung high.

Well, the arc outlined at the corner of the mouth trembled slightly.

In the dimness, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, closed again drowsily, and opened again.

After repeating it several times, she got up on her own, and turned around with her dazed eyes open.

The fire light made the eyes wake up, and the swaying shadows were reflected in the pupils.

She pursed her mouth, her eyes were about to cry, but she was afraid of waking people up, she bit her lower lip to keep from making a sound, carefully got up from the sleeping bed, and went out of the house barefoot.

Opening the curtain, seeing the back figure sitting at the door, the face that was about to cry was suddenly brightened by the sun, and he slipped out.

"Mom~"

The childish excitement was very polite and the voice was suppressed, but the body that got out of the curtain did not have any "respect", and hit the mother's emaciated back with its head, and wrapped its hands around the mother's neck.

Wen Siqi's body froze, then relaxed, and turned sideways to hug Wen Suiyun into her arms.

"Nightmare?"

Wen Suiyun nodded, shook his head again, and said Nuo Nuo: "I dreamed that my mother was sad..."

Wen Siqi smiled.

Mother and daughter are connected, she never believed this statement, at least before Wen Suiyun entered her world, every time she heard this word, she laughed it off.

However, this world just doesn't reason with you, and always gives you heavy or pleasant surprises suddenly when you are unprepared.

Wen Suiyun was obviously an accident...

one.

Turning the right hand grasped on the left arm, looking at the clean palm, disgust, resistance and clarity in the eyes.

"Mother?"

With a tacit understanding, Wen Suiyun suddenly turned his head, holding his mother's five fingers tightly with both hands.

Suddenly returning to her senses, Wen Siqi smiled softly, "Mom is fine, Mom was just thinking about something and lost her mind..."

"Mom lied..."

The clear pupils were full of sadness, as if a pair of hands were firmly grasping her heart, Wen Siqi only felt a tightness in her heart.

The smile stiffened.

Wen Siqi tried to make it natural, but found it was futile.

For a while, she smiled stiffly, but asked softly, "Why does Yunyun think that way? How could mom lie to you?"

The moonlight hid behind the clouds, and the shadow that shrouded it made the smile look weird.

"Yes! Mom always lies to me!"

Condensed tears trickled down.

"Lie to me and say it's okay, and then hide alone and feel sad. I have seen it, and my aunt and aunt have seen it too!"

The emotion was very excited, but the tone caused by the excitement was suppressed from beginning to end, the small back was bent with sadness that did not belong to this age, the head drooped and twitched, and tears were streaming down.

"It's the same here..."

Looking at the water dripping on her palm and feeling the coolness conveyed, Wen Siqi bit her lip.

He kept saying that he wanted to give the child a happy childhood, but he was the culprit who caused her to become what she is now.

What exactly are you protecting?

Wen Siqi questioned herself, and when she asked, she smiled, sarcastically.

She said before that Jiang Xinran didn't understand the meaning of being a mother, but in the end, she was the one who didn't understand.

I always think that I am facing my children with a strong mask, but I don’t know that the cowardly mask under the strong mask has long been seen, and I dance like a clown.

Funny, ridiculous.

"Mother?"

Wen Suiyun, who didn't hear her mother's response for a long time, turned her head worriedly. When she saw the expression she couldn't understand on her mother's face, she jumped off her mother's lap in a hurry, and stretched out her little hand to pinch her mother's face.

"Mom doesn't cry, Yunyun... Yunyun will always be with mom! So, don't be sad, okay..."

She imitated when her mother comforted herself in her memory, she pinched her mother's face like she pinched her face, and comforted her mother awkwardly, but she didn't know how obvious the sadness on her face was.

Her lips trembled slightly, but she was speechless when she wanted to speak. Wen Siqi clenched her teeth tightly, raised her hand and gently removed the little hand on her face, picked her up and let her sit on her lap facing her.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face so close, Wen Siqi suddenly had the illusion of seeing her childhood self in the mirror.

Many people said that Wen Suiyun and her were carved out of the same mold. Wen Siqi can't deny that, no matter in appearance or personality, there is no shadow of the other person.

She's like... a clone of her.

No, she is not.

Gently brushing her cheek with the thumb of her left hand, wiping away the tears hanging on her face, Wen Siqi said with a warm smile, "I'm sorry, mother shouldn't have lied to Yunyun and made Yunyun sad, mother assures you, she will never hide it from Yunyun again. "

"Really?" Nuo Nuo's crisp voice still scratched her nose.

"real."

"The hook."

The little finger stretched out was so fragile that it seemed that it would break if it was slightly folded.

Looking at the little finger stretched out, Wen Siqi stretched out her left hand, and the little finger carefully hooked the finger smaller than hers, softly like a child smiling innocently in front of her.

"Hanging on the hook..."

【No change for 100 years! 】

[We hooked up, next time Grandfather, please don't forget to take me out to play. 】

The box with the password is opened slowly with joy, and the deep memory is like a surge of madness. Those buried, hidden, and unwilling to recall the past seem like yesterday.

"Mother?"

The little hands climbed onto her face and pulled Wen Siqi ashore from the ocean of memories.

"Don't worry, mom is just thinking about the past, and she got a little emotional for a while."

"And faintly?"

Wen Siqi was taken aback, and after a while she came back to her senses and shook her head, "No, it will be a long, long time before I meet Dan Dan."

The faint eyebrows were slightly raised, and the little head was spinning quickly, but unfortunately, after thinking about it, he still couldn't make a clue.

Simply, I didn't think about it anymore, and seeing my mother's happy and sad expression, she gritted her teeth maturely and said, "Mom, will you be with Sister Xinxin?"

Wen Siqi was taken aback again.

Wen Suiyun is quite persistent on this question, and has seized the opportunity to ask her the same question more than once.

"Why does Yunyun insist that mother and sister Xinxin be together?"

"In that way, mom won't have to wait for the faint call every day, and don't have to be sad alone after the faint call is hung up~"

"My great-aunt said that because my mother likes Dan Dan, but she can't be with her, she will be sad. If her mother has someone to accompany her, she won't be sad.

Mom likes sister Xinxin, and sister Xinxin doesn't hate mom, so we can be together~"

Her small eyes narrowed, as if she had already thought about the happy appearance of her mother in the near future.

Wen Siqi was silent, wanting to laugh at her daughter's carelessness, but she couldn't make a joke, all she said was the truth, what kind of joke would she use?

"Mom will be with Sister Xinxin?"

She asked again, but Wen Siqi remained silent.

With Jiang Xinran?

It's not that I haven't fantasized about it, how can such a person not be fantasized.

But what are the qualifications?

Wen Siqi sneered, seeing her daughter's excitement, she shook her head, "Mom is not worthy."

"Not worthy?" Wen Suiyun tilted his head, suddenly seemed to think of something, and held Wen Siqi's shoulders solemnly, "Mom, Sister Ye said, Sister Xinxin doesn't care about her status, she won't..."

"It's not identity." Wen Siqi interrupted with a gentle smile.

If it's just status, it's okay to say, it has never been an issue that hinders her from pursuing happiness.

"Then why?"

"Because..." Wen Siqi hesitated for a while, "Because my mother is bound in the past, wandering in the past, if she can't get out of the past, she is not qualified to pursue the future and grasp the future."

Wen Suiyun frowned, she understood every word, but she couldn't understand it together, she didn't understand where her mother was restrained, and when she wandered.With one big sentence, she understood the sentence "I can't get out."

"Why can't I come out? Isn't my mother right beside me?"

Wen Siqi smiled, "The inability to come out is not because of the physical inability to come out, but..."

"What is it?"

What is it?

Want to talk?

What he said would probably scare Wen Suiyun, and soon, [-]% of what he said would reach Jiang Xinran's ears, and then he would be sympathized?

Wen Siqi hated being sympathized with.

However, if you don't say anything, you will disappoint Wen Suiyun, and you will also lose your trust in her.

She clearly promised not to deceive her again, but at this time she wants to deceive her with a lie, so in the future, will she trust anyone's promise?Will she also become a liar like herself?

Wen Siqi didn't want to see Wen Suiyun become that kind of person.

While hesitating, Wen Suiyun Nuoxuo spoke.

"I don't say what my mother doesn't want to say, I don't..."

"Yunyun, do you want to hear a story?"

Wen Siqi interrupted her depression.

Looking at his mother's gentle smile, Wen Suiyun nodded unconsciously.

Wen Siqi took a light breath, and turned Wen Suiyun to lean against her.

"Let's start from the beginning."