One Hundred Days on an Uninhabited Island

"arrive."

The raft gradually approached the coast and ran aground on the sandy beach in the intertidal zone.

The four of them got off the raft and pulled it to a place other than Manchao together. They also found some stones and stacked them behind the raft to avoid accidents.

After handling the raft and taking a short rest, the four of them divided their work.

Wen Siqi and Jiang Xinran first searched for suitable protective clothing on the beach.

It is impossible to touch the corpse directly with your hands, not to mention the maggots that are covered with it. Anyway, they will be disposed of before moving the corpse. The corpse has been rotting for several days. If you touch it directly, who knows what kind of germs will be infected, take a protective measure necessary.

Plastic bags are their first choice.

Yao Yanan and Mu Jie went to chop the firewood for the cremation. With axes and machetes, the felling work was much easier than before.

Before starting work, Yao Yanan and Mu Jie went to the wooden house to pay their respects.

The smell around the wooden house was still the same strong, the man who went crazy didn't seem to come back, and there was no trace of him coming near the wooden house.

After bowing to the corpse, before leaving, Mu Jie carried away a clay pot in the house.

I don't know what the clay pot is in, but it has been empty for a long time, and it can no longer smell. Yao Yanan asked her, "What are you doing with this?"

"Put ashes on."

Yao Yanan closed her mouth, her mood was depressed again, she still couldn't accept that the person who was closer than her uncle would die so sadly.

"Come on, let's go to the river to wash."

"Ah."

Reining in his emotions, Yao Yanan took out the ax in the back basket, held it tightly in his hand and looked around vigilantly.

There is also an artificially paved road from the wooden house to where the stream is. It is not too far, and it takes only a few minutes.

Once there, Yao Yanan stood up with the ax in his hand, arched his body slightly, stepped back with his right foot, gritted his teeth and stared at the man squatting by the stream to take care of his appearance not far away.

"This bastard still has the mind to cut his hair!"

Hurt people, eat people, they are obviously crazy and run for their lives, but they still have the mind to take care of their appearance, it is simply unreasonable!

Yao Yanan stared fiercely, and rushed forward, Mu Jie put down the clay pot, pulled out the machete behind her and rushed over.

When the man saw them, his brows and eyes were filled with fear, he grabbed the ax and danced wildly, "Don't come here! Don't come here!"

He was waving the ax indiscriminately, shouting hysterically, and Yao Yanan and the two of them were forced to stop by waving the ax indiscriminately.

The man staggered back, took a few steps, and hurried across the water into the jungle on the other side of the stream.

Yao Yanan was about to chase after her in a hurry, when a spear suddenly lay in front of her and stopped her.

"Don't chase."

"But!"

"We haven't been there before. Chasing after it will only lead to danger, and Uncle Ming will be angry."

Seeing that Yao Yanan was still unwilling, Mu Jie calmed down, raised her hand to caress Yao Yanan's face, and said with a gentle smile, "I know how you feel, and I am the same, but now is not the time to hunt, we have to help Uncle Ming first." Collect the corpse, let him sleep peacefully, and don’t let the maggots continue to eat his flesh.”

Yao Yanan opened her mouth to speak but stopped.

What Mu Jie said was right, the most urgent thing is to deal with Zhao Guoming's affairs first, instead of venting his anger.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Yao Yanan relaxed his grip on the handle of the axe, "I see..."

Having said that, it could be seen that she was still unwilling. Mu Jie knew it well, so she tiptoed and pecked Yao Yanan's lips lightly, and then pulled her back to the seat just now.

After washing the pots and filling the bottles they had brought with them, they went back.

Before leaving, Yao Yanan stared back at the direction in which the man was fleeing.

……

Back on the beach, Wen Siqi and Jiang Xinran picked up a lot of plastic bags, and a piece of plastic film for greenhouses. It's not too big, and it can only be cut to wrap a person's body.

As soon as he came back, Yao Yanan told the two of them that he had seen the man, and complained angrily about his concern for taking care of his appearance.

When Wen Siqi heard her complain, she frowned and pondered for a moment, "I think he didn't take care of his appearance intentionally, but rather acted instinctively."

"instinct?"

All three of them were taken aback for a moment, but suddenly they suddenly realized.

They are all people who have seen the world, especially Yao Yanan and Mu Jie. Except for the richest and the poorest, there are no people on the plane, and there are all kinds of people.

Among them is a kind of person who wears a suit, tie, oiled hair, and smells fragrant. He looks dignified and dignified, and even walks and talks with a sense of aloofness, as if he was born noble, but once he meets some people who seem to be dressed casually, Immediately groveling, nodding and bowing.

This kind of person is not uncommon on the plane. The old fritters of the flight attendants will always tell the young flight attendants: This kind of life is humble, but they are dedicated to climbing, with strong self-esteem and low self-esteem.

Talking to them is the most tiring, and they need words the most. Once a typo is made, it is easy to ignite the explosive keg, either making you ugly in person or complaining behind your back.

It is easy to distinguish this type of people. Most of them care about their appearance very much, and it is engraved in their DNA, so that no matter when or what happens, they will straighten out their appearance immediately.

Wang Zhenzhen is also this kind of person, the difference is that Wang Zhenzhen has not yet reached the point of becoming obsessed, while that man has already infiltrated instinct.

For some reason, Yao Yanan suddenly felt a trace of sadness, and the hatred for him dissipated a little unconsciously.

Breathing out slowly, putting down the basket, Yao Yanan and Mu Jie went to chop wood, while Wen Siqi and Jiang Xin went to build a temporary shelter.

At this time, the sun was not too high, and the windy temperature was suitable for working.

Two or two were silent and cooperated seamlessly. It was noon in a flash, and the four of them ate two coconuts, a few rambutans and a mango hastily and went to work again.

It takes a whole day to work, and the sun will set once the work is done, the stars and the moon hang in the sky, and the Milky Way is shining brightly.

The flames swayed in the sea breeze, flickering on and off, making people drowsy and yawning.

Seeing the fire lit up again, Yao Yanan couldn't help feeling drowsy, said good night to Jiang Xinran, turned around and covered the banana leaf on Mu Jie's belly, then closed her eyes and squinted.

This day, I am too tired.

Shallow breathing quickly came from the wind, Jiang Xinran looked around, and continued to chop the branches in her hand.

The branches are the twigs I found when I went to chop the wood for the skeleton of the shelter in the morning. They grow straight enough and are solid. Just peel off the outer skin, sharpen the head, bake and carbonize it, and tie a balance feather on the end. A little trimming can make an arrow.

It's just that the craftsmanship is not good enough, the strength is not enough to control, and several arrows were cut, and it took several hours to cut three arrows.

After looking at the firelight, another arrow shaft was peeled off. Next, it only needed to sharpen the head, carbonize it, and then stick the feathers picked up from the river and brought from the northeast side with resin, and use a thin tree The leather is fastened and the job is almost done.

Exhaling lightly, Jiang Xinran turned her neck, twisted her shoulders, and relieved her muscles. In front of her raised vision, a figure came limping with a cane.

With the help of the moonlight, Jiang Xinran saw that the hair tip swaying in the wind was less crystal clear.

Didn't you calm down today?

The surprised eyes fell, Wen Siqi stopped for a while, and then turned forward again.

"You seem surprised."

"No."

His eyes fell back in a hurry, and the aluminum knife slashed with a '呲呵' sound.

Think about it carefully, there is really no need to calm down today, and there is no need to make a fuss.

After cursing secretly for meddling, Jiang Xinran restrained her thoughts and concentrated on sharpening the arrow in her hand.

Wen Siqi didn't explain too much, on the far right side of the shelter, Jiang Xinran lay down with a body next to her right hand.

The starlight is beautiful. She watched it for a long time, and saw that her eyelids were drooping, and her consciousness didn't want to fall asleep, so she kept opening, opening...

"Aren't you sleeping yet?"

Words came from the wind suddenly, turned her head, Jiang Xinran was looking at herself.

The moonlight was bright, and the doubts in her eyes could be clearly seen.

Jiang Xinran is a beauty, her face shape and facial features are all one of the best templates for plastic surgery clinics. Her own gentleness coupled with the aura accumulated over the years, the softness with hardness, the temperament of both hardness and softness, is a person who is struggling in life Can't help but look sideways at it.

She is a girl worthy of appreciation.

Secretly feeling, when Jiang Xinran felt something was wrong, Wen Siqi restrained her gaze and said with a smile, "I can't sleep, so I want to look at the starry sky again."

"It's been a busy day, don't you feel tired?"

As he said that, he turned his head and glanced at the person who was sleeping deeply on the other side.The sleep was so deep that even she wanted to lie down and stretch out and close her eyes.

But Wen Siqi didn't think so.

"It's not tiring to be so busy."

"Then why is it tired?"

Looking back and looking again, I can't take my eyes off it.

Wen Siqi looked at the sky, her smile remained unchanged, "Everyone has different standards for being tired, and everyone has their own limit."

"Where's your limit?" Jiang Xinran continued to ask.

"If you can't bear it, you will be tired."

What's the difference between that and no answer.

Reluctantly turning her eyes, Jiang Xinran looked at Wen Siqi again, she wanted to speak but stopped, and suddenly understood which kind of tolerance Wen Siqi said she couldn't bear.

psychologically.

There are two types of fatigue in a person: one is the most intuitive physical exhaustion, and the other is the invisible psychological exhaustion.

Most of the former are easy to eliminate, just rest for a while, but the latter cannot be eliminated only by rest, it needs external force to guide, and it is a long process.

Wen Siqi obviously has the former and more of the latter. The reason why she doesn't want to sleep is probably because she doesn't want to see her mentally tired.

Hypocritical?

No, if it were her, I was afraid it would be more serious, at least she wouldn't be able to talk and laugh with Wen Siqi like nothing happened.

After trying to understand the reason, Jiang Xinran fell silent.

After a long time, she cut the arrow and said without turning her head: "Sleep early if you can, so that your body can rest more, and you can run when you are in danger."

"Well, it won't drag you down."

After chopping her hand, Wen Siqi smiled lightly, then subdued her smile, and continued to look at the starry sky, her eyelids became heavier and heavier...

Jiang Xinran didn't look back, she buried her head and continued to peel off her arrowhead.

After cutting one after another, she heard the sound of turning around, and she turned slightly to the side and glanced at the past.

The person seemed to be asleep, and his body was already in the same posture as he usually saw in the night vigil, with his arms folded and slightly bent, no matter whether he turned left or right, his arms would never let go until he woke up.

Jiang Xinran pulled a banana leaf to cover her lower abdomen, pressed the sides lightly, then turned around and continued to cut her head.

Night, cool and warm.