One Hundred Days on an Uninhabited Island

"It's time to eat!"

Wang Zhenzhen's sharp and loud voice floated in the quiet jungle.

Wen Siqi tied the rattan rope with a knot, and after making sure that the wood was stable, she climbed down the ladder, carefully clapped her hands to remove the sticky debris on the cloth, and walked towards the fire.

It has been five days, and the bottom skeleton of the shelter has been built. The only thing left is to put the roof beams on the shelter today, and the general outline will be completed.

After all, there are three women and an old man. No matter how fast you are doing this kind of physical work, you can't press the fast forward button. If the required wood is not nearby, the speed will be reduced by more than half.

On the afternoon of the first day, no matter how practical it is to cut the wood for the pillars and stand them in the dug hole, it will be almost dark after these days.

In the morning of the next day, we continued to cut the crossbars to stabilize the shelter. In the afternoon, we lifted the cut logs to the side of the pillars, two people stabilized them, and two people tied them together. Another day passed.

On the third day, I chopped the wood for the base of the shelter, as well as the wood needed to build and stabilize the walls.

On the morning of the fourth day, the cut wood is tied horizontally and vertically to form a base frame, and then the cut and thinner wood is tightly clustered and tied together to form a floor for lying down one by one.

I originally planned to use bamboo, but the number of bamboo is far less than that of trees, and they will be used in other places in the future. If I think about it, I will use wood to tie it.

In the afternoon, while chopping wood, the four of them tied the split wood to the crossbar to make the wooden wall of the shelter and a further step of stability.

Because more wood is needed, it was not until today near noon that the wall to the floor where the floor was laid was completely erected and stabilized.

After a few days, even Wang Zhenzhen, who grew up doing farm work since he was a child, lost a layer of skin, not to mention Wen Siqi, who has no worries about food and clothing, and Jiang Xinran, who is a jewel in the palm, a layer of blisters formed on the first day, and almost even the next day. I can't do any work.

After receiving the bowl from Wang Zhenzhen, Wen Siqi picked up the chopsticks and blew into the bowl.

Lunch was cassava root, which was dug on the way back from the stream three days ago. After soaking in water for three days to remove toxins, it was finally cooked today.

They dug a lot, and the four of them shared a meal. Not to mention that they were full, there was still a lot left.

After lunch, they took a nap for half an hour, and the four of them put on their hats and started working again.

The length of the shelter was about five meters. The wood required for the main beam must not be shorter than this length, and the weight of this length of wood cannot be carried by one person.

Furthermore, the highest height of the pillar exposed to the soil is nearly three meters, which is only one floor high. Even if they can carry it, they cannot carry this height, so they must borrow external force.

The old man built a lifting frame, then passed a few vines through the bamboo tube and used it as a pulley to hang under the lifting frame.

Then tie one end of the wood with vines, and then use the lifting principle to lift it up. When one end is placed on a pillar, the other end is lifted in the same way.

The height of the lifting frame is not low, but the wood used is not too heavy, only three pieces of wood can reach one of the beams, and Wang Zhenzhen and Jiang Xinran can carry it by two people.

After setting up the lifting frame and tying vines to the wood, Wen Siqi climbed up the ladder, stood on the crossbeam fastened to the pillar, supported the pillar supporting the beam, and shouted: "It's time to start."

Jiang Xinran and Wang Zhenzhen met each other's eyes, and followed the slogan with force.

"One, two, pull! One, two, pull!"

The lifting frame is very stable, and the vines passing through the bamboo tube are also very strong. One end of the beam is pulled up little by little, and the old man stands below to hold the direction.

The beam has come to an end.

Wen Siqi put it next to the pillar and untied the vine.

Jiang Xinran and the two carried the lifting frame and turned to the other side, and the old man also took the ladder to climb on the crossbar at the other end of the shelter. When the beam reached the height of the top of the pillar, he and Wen Siqi put the beam on the pillar together, and then prepared A good vine fastens it.

After fastening the beam, Wen Siqi climbed onto the main beam again, and tied the wood that Jiang Xinran and Wang Zhenzhen raised up from below, which was about the same thickness as the main beam but shorter, to the main pillar, front pillar, and rear pillar, respectively, together with the old man. The column is made as two side slanting beams.

The roof is also made of this kind of wood, which is tied horizontally and vertically to the slanting beams and main beams at both ends, and then the roof is completed by laying a leaf braided roof.

Originally, the old man wanted to use the bamboo at the back of the house to make the roof, just like tiles, one side upside down, so that the water would not drip into the house.

The idea is very good. There are suitable thick bamboos in the bamboo forest. If you cut some and split them in half, even if you make small things later, you will not be afraid of making the bamboo forest bald.

But the inner core of the bamboo needs to be dug out, which contradicts their goal of pursuing speed while maintaining quality, and they started to use wooden strips to weave leaves to make the roof on the first night. Finish.

The proposal was temporarily kept by Wen Siqi and the others, and they planned to use it on the other half of the roof after taking over the others.

Yes, the other half, in order to hurry, they don't have high requirements for the shelter, as long as it can shelter from the wind and rain is enough, so except for the main frame of the shelter, the walls, floors, and roofs are only half built. The remaining half will continue to be perfected after all come over.

Working together in pairs, half of the roof was finally built at sunset.

Standing on the open space opposite the main entrance, looking at the half-completed shelter, the four of them couldn't help feeling elated. At this moment, what could be more joyful than seeing rewards after hard work.

No.

The old man was even more happy to catch the sea with a brilliant chrysanthemum blooming.

Dinner is not rich, four coconuts, two crabs, a few scallops, a palm core and the leftover cassava root at noon, just full enough.

After dinner, Wen Siqi untied the wrapped cloth she picked up from the beach, went into the waves and dipped her hands into the water.

The blisters have disappeared, and a cloth was wrapped around it as a buffer, but fortunately, the skin did not break.

Soon it will become a cocoon.

Raising his hands, water splashed down from between his five fingers, and he could vaguely see the raised translucency of his palms.

There is an eerie comfort in touching it lightly, and you want to puncture it, or tear off the raised skin.

This kind of thinking does not exist for a day or two, it has existed since childhood, and it exists for everyone. Sometimes Wen Suiyun will tear off the wounds, but for such a big person, he can't help but open the wound , Whether it is their own or someone else's, people seem to have a soft spot for secondary injuries of wounds.

Wen Siqi couldn't help laughing as she couldn't help but think of some words that could easily raise blood pressure.

He picked it up and splashed the water on his face, the sea water still had a little warmth after a day in the sun, as if it was illuminated by the sun, and the shadows had nowhere to hide.

Wen Siqi liked the warmth very much, so she bent her knees and faced the sea water to get closer.

"you are tired?"

A voice suddenly sounded from behind, flowing with the sound of water.

Tired, of course I'm tired, how can I not be tired after a few days of rough work, I don't know why.

Wang Zhenzhen, who came with him, rolled his eyes.

But Wen Siqi smiled and said: "I'm not tired, it's just that I suddenly became hypocritical."

What do you mean?

Wang Zhenzhen was confused by what he heard, looked at Wen Siqi who didn't turn her head, and Jiang Xinran who couldn't take her eyes off, turned her head and walked a few steps to the side, quickly washed her hands and face, turned around and went back.

Staying with the Riddler sooner or later leads to mental breakdown.

As soon as Wang Zhenzhen walked away, Wen Siqi turned around on her back, Jiang Xinran frowned at her rippling smile.

"Speak out when you have something on your mind. You can do anything to the sea or the sky. It's better than holding it back alone."

"The sky... the sea..."

Wen Siqi murmured, then fell silent for a long time, just when Jiang Xinran couldn't figure it out, she raised her head and looked at the sky again.

The sky has already darkened, only the sea and sky line to the west still stubbornly hangs the last touch of blood.

Jiang Xinran then raised her head and looked up, there was a light cloud floating in the sky.For a moment she couldn't understand the meaning, so she glanced at Wen Siqi.

The light is no longer bright, but it can still be clearly seen at this distance. The faint smile on the lips has a trace of dependence, which is the dependence of letting go of worries and complaining.

Envy quietly appeared in the eyes that looked at it.

Immediately, envy subsided under Wen Siqi's gaze.

The four looked at each other, speechless.

After a while, I heard Wen Siqi say: "Things that can't be solved, it may be worse if you talk about it."

"How do you know that it can't be solved if you don't speak out." Jiang Xinran opened her mouth and retorted, "If you just press it in your heart, the more you press it, the more you won't be able to separate your mind to think.

But after you say it, you will feel a little more comfortable in your heart, even if it is just a little bit, there is still room to think about the solution. "

After speaking, Jiang Xinran looked at Wen Siqi, waiting for her answer.

After waiting for a long time, Wen Siqi didn't speak, and she didn't show her approval. She was so calm as if she was the one who was waiting for the answer. Jiang Xinran still couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

"you……"

"You're right, but it's not suitable for everyone." Wen Siqi opened her mouth, and immediately denied Jiang Xinran, "I tried the method you said, very early, very early, but it didn't work. , the more you talk about it, the more you can't calm your heart, the worse it will be."

"I don't need to talk, never have."

As if swallowed by the sea, the words gradually fell silent as the waves receded, only the undulations left by the wind lingered, vaguely depicting the outline of excitement in front of my eyes.

This was the first time Jiang Xinran saw such distinct emotional fluctuations on Wen Siqi's face.

In the previous relationship, no matter how tense the moment was, even after learning that Wen Suiyun was ill, Wen Siqi's expression remained calm as if she was paralyzed. The obvious excitement just now made Jiang Xinran even feel a little nervous. Unrealistic absurdity.

No need to talk, so what does she want?

Jiang Xinran would turn around, look at Wen Siqi's straight back, and couldn't help thinking.

A smile suddenly appeared in my mind, shallow and warm as jade, with tenderness in the eyes, as if seeing someone I admire, tenderness, trust, dependence, anticipation... It vividly depicts the appearance of a woman from a water village when she faces love .

The smile was exactly the one he showed when he looked at Yun Duo just now.

By the way, depend on.

Jiang Xinran suddenly thought of a possibility. What Wen Siqi needs is dependence, someone she can rely on. Confession is just an extension of dependence. Then stuff it back into the coffin of your heart.

Talking like this really can't solve any problems, but is counterproductive.

For some reason, my heartstrings jumped suddenly, and I seemed excited.

Jiang Xinran quickly noticed the unrest in her chest, frowned, and took a deep breath to suppress her excitement.

She knew very well why this excitement arose, and Wen Siqi's desire just touched the wish that she had been longing for all along.

However, becoming Wen Siqi's dependence?

Impossible, absolutely, impossible!

Jiang Xinran turned around again, bent down and splashed the sea water on her face, and didn't turn back to the camp until she calmed down.

The fire was burning vigorously, and the old man was branching the vines. Wang Zhenzhen yawned while adding firewood to the fire, and at the same time tied the palm leaves to a log with Wen Siqi. Calm, as if the excitement just now was not her.

Jiang Xinran took a look at her, then sat down next to Wang Zhenzhen, embraced the palm leaves next to her and knit together.

Another day passed in such a busy way.