One Hundred Days on an Uninhabited Island

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Dry wood was crackling in the fire, the fire was not strong, and the wind was not strong, and the flames swayed with the wind.

Han Tang lay under the tree, turned sideways and added another piece of dry wood and two freshly broken branches to the fire.

Han Tang didn't know if the freshly broken branches could block the firewood. Anyway, he just put them in. At most, put a few less. Such a big fire would not be extinguished by the juice from one or two branches.

Adjusting the seat of the firewood so that the fire has room to penetrate, Han Tang changed his comfortable posture again, and then picked up the semi-finished sun visor that was put aside.

Although the hat is not finished, judging from the completed part, the weaver's craftsmanship of this hat is really not very good, it is so rough that it will be opened and disintegrated in a second.

Han Tang also knew that the hats she knitted were not very good. She was good at paper art. No matter what kind of paper she wanted, she could make it into what she wanted. Weaving is just an extension of paper art.

However, the word has already been opened, no matter what you are not good at, you have to be good at it. Useless people are annoying no matter where they are, let alone on this deserted island where no one can ensure their own safety.

And she is not only useless but also a burden.

The child in her womb is her persistence in living, and it also becomes a burden to her life. She is destined to not be able to move freely like other people when she is pregnant with the child, so she can only sit here and wait for others to help.

However, it is all mud bodhisattvas who cannot protect themselves when crossing the river. Now they are willing to share some food with her because they have just landed on the island, and the time is still short, and as time goes on...

They are probably worried about this, so they will always take the initiative to bring life to their bodies.

Han Tang glanced at the old man who was squatting by the rock pile knocking snails.

It is said that enough life is enough, but in fact, I don’t want to die at all. As long as people have obsessions, they don’t want to die.

Rescue didn't come so quickly. Although I don't want to admit it, I can't deny the fact that I'm far away from people.

Therefore, whether it was picking up trash, watching fire, or knitting, Han Tang was willing to accept it.

She wanted to live, to live with the last proof that her husband had ever existed, and that was all.

blah blah——

The noise of sticks and sticks clashed into his ears. Han Tang raised his eyes and saw Wen Suiyun running towards the woods with flying sand under his feet. His brisk steps brought the child's vivid vitality.

As expected of a mother and daughter...

Looking at Wen Suiyun's back as he ran away, Han Tang thought with emotion.

Wen Siqi is a calm person, and Wen Suiyun is also a calm child. From after the storm to now, Han Tang has never seen Wen Suiyun cry like other children in the face of fear, fear is already on his face It was obvious that Wen Suiyun also squatted there quietly and hugged her without crying or fussing.

When I saw her fear with anxiety, she even grinned and returned a comforting smile, just like a miniature version of Wen Siqi.

keen.

She can see it.

That's why the job was given to her, not to the old lady who was said to be good at weaving.

Why did such a woman fall in love with a scumbag who combined feelings and desires into a game?

Han Tang weaves his hat absent-mindedly.

The old man came back, hurried back with a bottle of muddy conch, fiddled with it for a while, and then went back to the beach with a box.

Uninhabited islands have always been a paradise for creatures other than humans, especially seafood living in the shallows. Here they don’t have to worry about being preyed on a large scale. They can be found wherever the tide can seep. There are many conch-like creatures adsorbed on the rocks over the past few years, enough for the few of them in distress to survive for a period of time.

The tide had almost receded, and a large expanse of muddy sand was exposed to the sun, with a little light shining in it. The old man took off his socks and walked barefoot in the sand.

Luck is not very good, today's seafood creatures seem to have a premonition of the crisis of burial, and they run fast with the tide. The old man failed to catch a decent lucky one like yesterday, only scooped a few in the iron box and did not grow. On weekdays, the old man would throw them back into the water without taking a second look, but now...

Let's eat it, one more bite of meat will give you peace of mind.

After pouring out some seawater, the old man continued wandering on the coast holding the iron box.

The sun is gradually rising, and the radiance of heat is piercing on the body. It is already past eight o'clock in the sun, and the temperature on the island is becoming more and more enthusiastic.

The old man raised his hand to cover his eyebrows, his cloudy eyes looked at the horizon in the distance, and the folded old chrysanthemums contained expectations, disappointments, and suspicions.

"This day...is not right."

The old man shook his head, murmured in a low voice, and turned back to look at the quiet jungle.

It was the direction Wen Siqi was going.

He seemed to have something to say, but he opened his mouth but gave up with a sigh, then turned around and bowed his head.

There were bubbles in a puddle, eight legs were rampaging in the water, two pincers were showing their might, the old man's brows were tightened, and the turbidity of his eyes was suddenly sharp, and there was only a sound, and his rough hands passed through the water in an instant.

Close the lid and close your hands.

The old man held the box in one hand and pressed the lid with the other. There was a rustling sound in the box, like fingertips scribbling across the blackboard, constantly challenging the bottom line of hearing sensitivity.

The old man didn't take it seriously, the grinning smile can no longer be compared to a chrysanthemum, it is a lottery ticket, a lottery ticket for the grand prize.

Han Tang looked strangely at the old man's 'thin' old legs walking steadily, and came back cheerfully holding the iron box.

The noise in the box kept rustling, and Han Tang regained his energy all of a sudden.

"Crab?"

"Yes, it's a big deal."

"Son, help me get the chopsticks."

The old man put down the box, and his left hand was still pressing on the lid. Han Tang quickly took the two branches that served as chopsticks for breakfast from the side and handed them to the old man.

Carefully opened a corner of the box, and a three-finger thick pliers aggressively bit the edge of the box. The old man had quick eyes and hands, and together with the thick pliers, a chopstick clamped the pliers extending out of the box.

rustling --

Half of the crab's body is still fighting bravely, but the big hand of fate easily suppresses it.

"Quick, get a rope and tie it up!"

Han Tang pulled out a nylon rope from the trash, and wrapped his hands around the crab.

The rope should be looped around the leg.

Han Tang's excellent manual skills are perfectly displayed on this heroic crab.

"Do you want to get another rope to wrap it around?"

"No, it can't be broken."

The old man smiled kindly and put the firmly tied crab back into the box.

This is a brave crab. It is brave and fearless. Even if its fate is entangled, it will not give in and resist bravely. The fate of being bullied trembled on the edge of the box.

The old man, like the god of justice, no longer intervenes in the life and death of the weak, puts the lid on the world, presses down on stones, and takes another empty world with him to fill it with life.

Han Tang sat on the edge of the iron box, listening to the symphony full of life inside, narrowing his soft eyes.

Her throat slipped slightly, and a voice of liking came from the wind. Han Tang made no secret of her desire for the life in the box.

Crabs, the two and a half crabs in the morning were not enough to eat, so she divided them into half, half, and half. Before eating much, the meat was gone. Although it had no taste, it seemed to be chewing cotton, but She couldn't refuse the temptation of mature protein.

The crab in front of me is very fat, just one pincer can be compared with the half in the morning. It is a kind of satisfaction to be able to eat this leg, even if you can't get the crab roe.

Han Tang couldn't wait to dismember the corpse.

……

"Let's go."

The half-square, half-pop voice was a little tired, Wen Suiyun didn't understand it very well, and his little brain was spinning rapidly.

Oh, I see, it's time to go back.

"Understood, ma'am."

With a clear and tender voice, the old lady frowned, bent over and picked up the bundled wooden branches and walked behind Wen Suiyun.

The old lady looked a little hunchbacked, her shoulders were drooping, and when viewed from behind, her entire back was slightly bulging towards the middle, and her pair of legs, which were thicker than the old man's, took old steps, and she couldn't even keep up with the step by step carrying firewood. young child.

Wen Suiyun stopped and walked, turning around from time to time and waiting for the old lady to follow.She didn't urge her, she hugged Chai and waited quietly with a shy and immature smile.

The place where the two finally folded firewood was not far from the beach. They could hear the sound of the waves clearly and feel the fishy smell of the sea breeze. It was because they were close to the beach. From going in to coming out, they were not as lucky as Yao Yanan and the other three. natives of the island.

Very boring, no passion.

I have gathered enough firewood for the fire, and I don't have to go into the woods to snap branches for a day.

"Ouch..."

The old lady put down the firewood, sat down with difficulty, and tapped her stiff back lightly with her back.

"Auntie, let me beat you."

Crisp and immature, a little timid and shy, the small hand grasps the fist, and the rhythm that lands on the curved shoulder is soft and gentle, and the comfort is not very strong. For people with a solid back, this power can't even penetrate The epidermis, but for an old lady whose muscles are no longer as tight as they used to be, this strength is just right.

"Okay, okay, what a good boy."

The sun, the sea, the beach, and the weak sea breeze are blowing. If this is the destination island or the coast of the hometown, it will be really pleasant.

It's just that this is not a deserted island where no one can know what will happen tomorrow.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the silent Han Tang, his slender hands were urgently forming a rough blank, too loose to be seen.

The old lady sighed, and the crooked quilt drooped a little more.

"Okay kid, you can take a break too."

The old lady spoke in a confused dialect, took Wen Suiyun's hand and pushed her to sit beside her.

Pulling a palm leaf from the pile of leaves, the old lady circled Wen Suiyun's head with it, and then a pair of old hands full of years of scars shuttled between the leaves like dancing butterflies.

"At this time, I have to pass this leaf through here..."

The old lady explained Han Tang's half-understanding and half-confused explanation.

She was wearing the finished sun hat, the first rough and inferior sun hat that might fall apart anytime and anywhere, and poked her head towards the old lady, watching the smooth and smooth weaving, while listening carefully to the muddled explanation,

The old lady was teaching her. Although he didn't understand why, Han Tang didn't want to miss this learning opportunity that would make him more useful.

She was learning and dancing with her hands.

Time passed, and the trio who went to get water came back.