[Comprehensive British and American] Life winners are fake

"Our friendship is over."

Even if Peter couldn't walk around by himself at this time and could only lie on Joey's back, it still couldn't stop him from saying this in an affirmative tone.

"Well……"

Joey, who was carrying him behind his back, took a breath, and then said with a low smile, "This sounds really familiar."

Peter: "..."

He also remembered what happened that night, and in the end Peter couldn't help laughing himself, but not long after laughing, he wrinkled his face because of the pain, and after the relief passed, he lay on Joey's back bitterly. superior.

The person carrying him was not considered strong. Although he walked crookedly and sometimes stopped for two or three seconds to rest, the two hands holding him never let go.

But just from the sound of his heavier and heavier breathing, and the constant oozing of sweat, it can be seen that the weight on his back has increased his burden.

Because Peter stopped talking suddenly, Joey, who was carrying him, didn't realize that he didn't continue to speak because of the pain. He thought Peter was tired, so he licked the corners of his dry lips, but Joey didn't speak again. After all, he could save A little physical strength is a little bit, but when he was walking forward with his head buried, he felt the sweat on his forehead being wiped off with his fingertips.

The movement is light, but also impossible to ignore.

Joey was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his lips curved, and he continued to walk forward slowly.

It took half an hour to walk from the edge of the island to a shaded place. Although he was very tired and his body had just recovered and his strength was exhausted, Joey still remembered not to be too rude when he put Peter down. , until Peter leaned against the tree trunk and sat half-sitting with his hands on his stomach, Joey finally heaved a sigh of relief, and the whole person fell back and lay on the dirty sandy soil.

"Finally able to rest..."

The black-haired boy had an unconcealable exhaustion on his face, and even when he said this, his voice was so low that a gust of wind could blow it away. He turned his head and looked at Peter who was sitting under the tree, and found that his face The flushing caused by the high fever has subsided a lot.

Peter's face was pale. He felt that his internal organs were injured due to the impact of falling from a high altitude to the sea. The pain surged up one after another, but he didn't complain, but endured it silently, just like Joey from Not to mention how tiring it was to carry him all the way here.

As Joey said.

—You can survive.

—You can wake up.

The two of them looked at each other, and they could see each other in a state of embarrassment, but they both laughed at the same time, without any haze in their eyes, because they were still alive.

——This is the best news.

After resting for about 10 to [-] minutes, Joey got up from the ground. He looked around and felt that it was relatively safe for the time being, so he turned his head and told Peter that he was going to look around, not too far away, if something happened Just call him.

Peter nodded, watching his back gradually disappear, leaving him alone.

Probably because it is at sea, and the sun is just right, this island does not belong to that kind of particularly hot and humid environment, so there are not too many mosquitoes, and Peter did not suffer from bites while waiting for Joey to come back. Annoyance, sitting under the trees is also cooler, and occasionally there is a breeze, which is why Joey walked here with him on his back. If they continue to be exposed to the sun, both of them will face the problem of dehydration.

He didn't know when the watch was lost for a long time. Without accurate time comparison, Peter didn't know how long it had passed before he finally saw Joey come back. He found that the expression on Joey's face seemed a little more relaxed than before he left.

"I saw a wooden house," Joey told him. "I went in and checked, and found that it was a resting place for people fishing in the open sea, and I also saw some medicines, which seemed to have not expired."

Now that there is a place for shelter, they will naturally not stay here any longer. Although the sun seems to be just right now, if they are exposed to the sun for a long time, they may suffer from heat stroke, but no one knows whether the weather will change in the future .

Joey squatted down directly with his back to Peter, "Come on."

"I think..." Peter looked at Joey's completely soaked back, he hesitated, "...Maybe I can try to walk by myself."

Joey turned around, and he tilted his head to look at Peter. When he met his gaze, Peter immediately straightened his back. His lips were a little skinned because of being too dry, his hair was messy, and his complexion was not very good, but But he tried his best to look more energetic, and his brown eyes looked at Joey anxiously.

Joey lowered his eyes and thought for a few seconds, then stood up, "Wait for me here."

When he left and came back, he was holding a branch in his hand. It was not very strong, but it could barely support the weight of his body. He handed the branch to Peter.

The hand holding the branch had many scratches or fine wounds, the kind of wounds that had already soaked white were clearly distinguished from the scars that had just appeared not long ago. Peter saw all these in his eyes and silently took the branch.

By the time they arrived at the hut, it was almost dusk, but it was Joey who carried Peter on his back, because in the middle of the walk, Joey found that Peter's face was not right, so he directly denied it. The thought of Peter wanting to continue walking, picked him up again.

This hut is really simple, and there are not many things inside, except for the furniture that can barely be regarded as a bed when built with a few wooden boards, there is a recess made of cement in the center of the room, which should be used for living. Fire, some clay pots in the corner, and a chipped knife, but nothing else.

When Peter sat on the plank bed, he could still see the obvious dust spreading.

Joey went to the window, fixed it with a branch and opened it to let the air circulate to dissipate the musty smell in the wooden house, then opened one of the clay pots, took out a few pills from it, and handed it to Peter, " Eat it and it will do your injury good."

Peter looked at the medicines in his hand, as if they had just been taken out of the medicine box not long ago, but he didn't reveal anything on his face, and swallowed them obediently.

Joey also knew they looked wrong, but he pushed it all to the log cabin where the medicines were stored.

It's like an unspoken secret between them.

After Peter took the medicine, Joey took the chipped knife and left the cabin. When the sun fell below the sea level and only the last light was left, Joey came back with a pile of dry branches. Throwing them on the ground hastily, then turned around and went out, halfway through, suddenly remembered something, and turned back to get a clay pot.

They haven't eaten since they found the island.

The products on the island are not rich, but Joey is not depressed because of this. On the contrary, he is glad that there is at least something edible, and he also found a small puddle with relatively clear water quality. The most important thing is It is drinkable fresh water.

When he came back with the food he and Peter had eaten tonight, the wooden house that he thought would be dark, but now he could clearly see the warm light from the open windows and doors.

Peter was sitting by the fire, holding a branch in one hand and tossing the firewood inside. His face was dark and he was even more embarrassed than before, but when he heard Joey's footsteps, he immediately looked up. At the beginning, he showed a big smile to him.

The big brown-haired boy who was stained by soot showed his teeth when he smiled. The white teeth were in sharp contrast with the color of his face, and he didn't realize that he looked silly like this.

"You're back."

Joey laughed out loud, and warm colors appeared in his eyes, "Yeah."

I am back.

When Peter saw a sea fish that had been processed in his right hand, his eyes lit up immediately, "I remember that we don't have a hook—"

"Yeah," Joey sat next to him, and he answered his question casually while he was making dinner, "When I was looking for food, this fish didn't have much luck, and it got stuck in the crevice when the sea receded Yes, I just picked up a bargain."

Even without any condiments, when they were hungry all afternoon, the aroma of the gradually cooked fish soup was enough to attract them. Peter stared at the cleaned clay pot filled with fresh water without blinking, From time to time, ask:

"Ok?"

"No."

Peter puffed his cheeks and waited for a few more minutes, his eyes filled with anticipation: "Are you ready?"

"not yet."

"...so hungry." Peter bent his legs, folded his hands, and rested his chin on his knees, watching helplessly.

Joey glanced at him, raised his hand and rubbed his hair casually, as if to comfort a small animal, "Wait a minute."

Peter moved his butt, leaned on Joey, and sniffed. The pain caused by internal injuries on his body has been relieved a lot. Now he smells the fragrance again, and he feels that even if the two of them are living on the island now, It's no big deal.

Joey took a branch from the side, and then pulled out the blackened banana from the fire, and when it was a little cooler and could bear its temperature, he put it in Peter's arms, "If you are very hungry, first Eat it."

Peter peeled off the outer skin, and after taking a bite, he opened his mouth wide to inhale the cold air because it was a little hot, and then chewed after the temperature in his mouth got used to it.

Baked bananas are actually tasteless, neither delicious nor unpalatable, but at least they can relieve the hungry stomach a little.

Peter only took one bite, and then handed the grilled banana to Joey's mouth. Joey took a bite without looking at it, and focused on the clay pot. He had to ensure that the clay pot wouldn't crack due to the high temperature. Open, the two of you ate a few of them one by one.

After the fish soup was finally announced by Joey, if it wasn't because his body didn't allow it, maybe Peter would do somersaults excitedly.

Without suitable tableware, the two directly divided the fish with relatively clean branches, and then drank the fish soup in clay pots. Finally, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

After experiencing these things, being able to drink warm fish soup is simply a happier thing. Although I drank the boiled hot water before, it is not as short of water as it was at the beginning, but the fish soup The satisfaction brought by plain water cannot be replaced.

After finishing dinner and finding a temporarily sheltered wooden shed, and Peter's injuries were relieved by the medicine, Joey finally felt relieved. After relaxing, fatigue immediately spread to all parts of his body, even A little bit lazy and didn't want to move.

The two of them just leaned against each other, with their heads against their heads, half-closed their eyes, and stared at the fire in front of them together. Their cheeks were reddened by the jumping flames, and the sound of waves could be faintly heard outside the house. With the two particularly embarrassing images, the atmosphere is quiet and warm.

Looking at it, Peter suddenly felt heavy in his arms. He immediately lowered his head and saw Joey with his eyes closed.

The person in his arms frowned slightly, and his lips were pursed. Even if he was asleep, he seemed to be thinking about it. Peter raised his hand and poked the cheek of the little friend in his arms. He was only doing it subconsciously. Joey seemed to feel it, and hummed softly.

"Don't move..." He murmured, but his eyes did not open, and his voice was very soft, more like an instinctive reaction to the outside world in his sleep.

Peter, who had a feeling that he was caught on the spot for doing something bad, immediately patted his chest. He blinked, waited for a while, and then reached out and carefully tapped the tip of Joey's nose.

This time Joey didn't respond, and seemed to be completely asleep.

But Peter didn't continue.

There seemed to be still the umami taste of fish soup in his mouth, and the burning twigs made crackling sounds from time to time. Peter recalled what happened today. He looked down at the sleeping Joey, and stretched out his hand to gently rub Joey. Between Yi's brows, as if wanting to stop his friend from frowning.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, as if he was afraid of waking Joey.

He remembered that when he just woke up, Joey was carrying him with all wet clothes on his back, and except for the wet clothes on his back, most of them were relatively dry. Peter remembered that before he passed out, he was going to They were both strapped to the chipboard, which could only have happened because Joey had let him lie on the chipboard while he was submerged in the sea.

He remembered how Joey was panting but always turned his back on him.

He remembered that Joey let him rest in the wooden shed, but he went back and forth to find dry branches and food, because he never stopped, his clothes were almost wet and dry.

"Stupid Peter."

The person in his arms opened his eyes, raised his hand to grab his hand, and sighed.

Peter: "..."

He looked at Joey who was supposed to be asleep in a daze.

Joey stretched out his hand to close his long mouth, looking a little helpless, "How could I fall asleep so quickly, it's just that I'm too tired to open my eyes," he stood up as he spoke , reaching out to Peter.

Peter grabbed hold of it in a daze, and when he came to his senses, he saw Joey, who was sleeping on his side facing him, closed his eyes again, as if nothing had happened.

Peter: ...

He glared at Joey who seemed to be asleep again.

At this moment, Peter suddenly didn't know how he should react.

Should he feel embarrassed that Joey heard that sentence, or should he be angry that Joey didn't respond at all?

wrong--

Peter's eyes widened.

It's not that Joey didn't respond, he clearly said that he was an idiot.

"You don't need to say sorry to me, Peter."

When Peter felt that he was going to be sullen all by himself, Joey, who was stared at by him, finally opened his eyes and whispered these words.

When the plane exploded, who desperately used his ability to reduce the speed of the high-altitude fall.

Who held me tightly when I fell, and even used my own body to cushion me when I collided with the sea level.

Who endured the pain and tied the two of us to the broken board with spider silk before passing out.

It is you.

Stupid Peter.

So, why do you feel sorry for me?

"No, maybe I should say...Spider-Man?"

He winked at Peter, the corners of his lips curling up.