One Hundred Days on an Uninhabited Island

It was getting dark, and the jungle could no longer linger, so Wen Siqi dug a recess for two semi-remnant banana trees, and fixed the two drink bottles she brought on the trees, and then used Yao Yanan and Mu Jie to use plant fibers to The twisted rope is made into a siphon, and the water in the banana tree is slowly drained into the water bottle.

If it goes well, we should be able to receive a lot of water tomorrow morning.

Before going back, Wen Siqi put the two plastic bags she found on the nearby beach on the branches of the two trees respectively, and stuffed one or two small stones into them, trying to collect water droplets from the leaves.

However, this method is actually most suitable during the day. The hotter the temperature, the more water will evaporate. Unfortunately, I did not expect it during the day and missed a good opportunity to fetch water.

I don't know how much water can be collected in one night, but I hope it will not be less.

Taking a last look, Wen Siqi carried the bucket back to the camp with Yao Yanan and Mu Jie, and brought back two bunches of bananas by the way.

The fire is bright, like a lighthouse that never goes out on the coast, guiding the direction of the ship at sea in the distance, and providing a sense of security for its escort.

The three of Wen Siqi felt this sense of security, before they walked in, smiles were either reserved or frank.

"Mom~"

As if going back in time, similar scenes, similar people, everything is trapped, repeated, unable to escape.

Losing consciousness for a moment, a small missile crashed into his arms. It didn't hurt, and he even wanted to make people let go of their disguise and sink into this short-lived beauty with peace of mind.

"Mother?"

There was a tug on the T-shirt, which pulled back his thoughts and broke his desire to escape.

"It's okay, mom is distracted, don't worry."

The palm gently stroked the daughter's head, and the soft hair rubbed against the palm of the hand, soft, soft...

The slightly drooping shoulders straightened up again, and Wen Siqi took Wen Suiyun's hand back to the camp.

There are already people seated by the fire, and an iron plate is placed on the stones around the fire, and shellfish are tormented on the board, and the temptation of protein is twirling and gracefully dancing.

Putting down the iron bucket, I saw disappointment as expected, and calm as expected.

That's right, I have a bottom line in my heart, no matter how disappointed I am, how can I be disappointed.

Wen Siqi sat down in the vacant seat next to Han Tang, and turned her gaze. The two sisters Jiang Xinran were not there, and they were still sitting in a corner of the shelter, each holding a coconut.

"It's all back, let's start eating."

After a short greeting, the old man kicked off the dinner.

Two pairs of chopsticks, half a coconut core, Wen Siqi received the signal from the old lady, glanced at the two silent sisters under the shelter, and responded silently with a smile.

Dinner is no richer than lunch, not even breakfast. There is no fish or crab, two scallops, one oyster, and the rest is stuffed snail meat. This is today's dinner.

Holding the dinner sandwiched into the coconut core, Wen Siqi handed it to Jiang Xinran without changing her face under a pair of proud gazes who would not eat the food.

"Do not--"

"Thank you."

Ye Yajie glared at Wen Siqi angrily as her rejection was blocked in Shen's acceptance, she turned her head and said nothing.

Wen Siqi ignored the dissatisfaction she vented on herself, and said, "You're welcome." Then she went back to the fire.

Looking at the stubbornness around her, Jiang Xinran sighed softly, and put away her chopsticks.

"Sister, let's eat first. I'll get some more tomorrow to repay the favor."

"No! You continue to rest tomorrow and take good care of your body. I will pay you back!"

Ye Yajie didn't refuse any more, grabbed the chopsticks handed over, and poked a piece of scallop meat viciously.

You can owe anything, but you can't owe favors, especially those you hate. Ye Yajie doesn't want to owe. If you don't want to owe, you have to eat first. After eating, you have the strength to pay back.

So she ate very energetically, extremely energetically, the light of the fire swaying in the wind was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and it always became dim when Jiang Xinran was about to see clearly what kind of spirit it was.

The unfathomable feeling made Jiang Xinran uneasy.

……

At night, the sky is dark and there are no stars or moon, and the clouds covering the sky seem to be brewing a disaster that will destroy the world, and it is approaching and coming in the distance that cannot be seen clearly.

Wen Siqi sat by the fire, looking at the distant sky through the flickering fire curtain, with a worry floating on her brow for a long time.

"It's a strong wind."

An old murmur, an uneasy sigh, came from my ear.

Wen Siqi got up in a hurry, helped the visitor to sit down, "It's late, aren't you going to rest?"

"I can't sleep." The old man shook his head, "At this time of year, I have to work for a while, turning tiles and pressing houses, and the typhoon comes when I am busy."

"One year there was a particularly strong wind, a hole was blown in the roof, and the water flooded the whole house. Aweiniang and I worked all night to move all the things that could be moved upstairs. Those that couldn't be moved had to be flooded. , once flooded for three days, half of the wall collapsed, and the house I lived in for half my life had to be rebuilt later.”

"Afterwards, I haven't seen such a big typhoon again. This time... probably I will see it again."

The old man laughed as he spoke, and it was obvious that he was not looking forward to this encounter.

That's right, I just saw a bigger one, and I almost slept in it for a long time, and now I have to meet it again, no matter how I look at it, it is an unavoidable fate.

Maybe this time, it's fate...

No, there is still a chance to live.

Turning his head, he looked at his sleeping daughter from the corner of the eye.

Must be alive.

Withdrawing his gaze, he looked at the sea and sky in the distance again.

"What time do you think it will come tomorrow?"

"It should be in the afternoon. The wind in the past is also getting stronger little by little."

Tomorrow afternoon?

Wen Siqi stretched out her hand, feeling the wind blowing in her palm, it was from the southeast, the wind was stronger than before, and the worry between her brows became thicker.

The old man babbled on for quite a while, I don't know how long, and finally couldn't bear the fatigue, Wen Siqi helped him back to sleep.

Going back to the fire and sitting down, the burning flame is still half dead in the wind, just like them now, stubbornly holding their breath.

Flame wants to live, to live in the wind; she also wants to live, to live in the coming wind and rain, but before that, she must strengthen herself, like fire, to condense the strength that the wind can't blow out for a while.

But... No matter what it is, it is impossible to be strong all the time.

Looking back quietly, Wen Siqi bent her legs and slowly bent her back.

They are all asleep, no one is watching, so it doesn't matter what you do...

Arms are cold, a little cold, and tired...

The noisy wind couldn't stop, blowing her cheeks and blowing her hair, and the lingering teasing seemed to be mocking, Wen Siqi heard it.

affectation!deserve it!

deserve it...

It deserves it.

If I had been more ruthless back then, I would not have to be a false strongman now, but I could be my true self like everyone else.

Looking at the fire, seeing the looming embarrassment in the flames, Wen Siqi smiled, sucked in the soreness at the tip of her nose under the air pressure, let go, and straightened her curved back again.

Unfortunately, I can't.

Crackling———

The flame burned into Chai's body, and a powerful force of his own erupted inside.

Wen Siqi added more wood to the fire, and the fire grew bigger again. The blazing flames elongated one person's shadow and reflected it on another person's face.

Jiang Xinran rubbed her tired eyes.It is not an easy task to open the eyes that have already fallen asleep. I fiddled with the eye sockets with both hands for a while, and the moist eyes swept away the sleepiness, and the back that was facing me in front of me was reflected in my mind.

It is almost the same as the straightness in the impression. It seems that the whole back is not bent except the waist. If you don't see the way you curled up just now, this impression will probably continue.

Thinking back to the moment of weakness just now, Jiang Xinran could clearly feel a buried nature with just an outline emerging.

Why hide?

His eyes flicked to the side, and only half of his head was exposed from the body that had shrunk himself under the plastic sheet.

Because of the daughter?

A woman is weak, but a mother is strong.

Jiang Xinran couldn't help but think of this famous saying that has been passed down through the ages, and couldn't help but think that there is also such a mother who is strong for her daughter, ten years as a day.

However, that person never pretended to be strong in front of her daughter. She would act weak to her daughter without outsiders, but Wen Siqi was deceiving everyone except herself.

This made Jiang Xinran very puzzled as to why she would do this. The young eagle always flies into the sky, and blind protection will only become a knife that hurts the child.

"Is your stomach still hurting?"

The words suddenly awakened her thoughts, and Jiang Xinran looked up at her eyes in a panic. The shadow made these eyes even darker, just like this day, she couldn't see the light.

"...It doesn't hurt much anymore, thank you."

Turning away their gazes, Jiang Xinran hesitated for a moment, got up and walked to the fire to sit down.

"How do you know I'm awake?"

"I feel like someone is watching me."

Wen Siqi smiled as her gaze fell to the empty distance in the middle.

quite far.

The smile was not obvious, Jiang Xinran didn't notice it, she was thinking about how to continue the conversation, or should she lie down?

The woman in front of me couldn't be said to like it, nor did she hate it. She didn't want to get too close, but she couldn't help but want to get to know her.

It's just haunting.

Yes, it's just a lingering ghost. From the first time I saw her, this woman has been lingering in her life.

The first time I saw Wen Siqi was in the parking lot of the clubhouse, the smile at that time is still fresh in my memory, and thinking about it now gives me chills.

The second time was the swimming pool in the gym, and it was also the first time I met Wen Siqi formally.

At that time, Wen Siqi had heavy bags under her eyes, and her pale face gave her a feeling that her entire face was covered by shadows, but her tone of voice was the same as now, gentle and comfortable.

At that time, Wen Siqi's words made her feel very uncomfortable, so she kept her in mind.

The third time I saw her was at...

Jiang Xinran suddenly covered her mouth, her stomach churned without warning, making her not want to recall that video again, but her mind kept replaying it, replaying it and replaying it, the person's smug words and the picture made her unable to tell the difference. Is it a happy face or a painful face - she felt sick, so sick that she wanted to empty her stomach.

"Does it hurt again?"

There was that person's gentle concern in his ears, and the unknowingly churning stomach calmed down again, and it was no longer so uncomfortable.

Jiang Xinran raised her eyes slightly, and the concern that was stagnant in the middle did not continue to approach, but kept a tilt that was neither far nor near.

The body gradually relaxed.

"It's okay, thank you for your concern."

"If you don't feel well, go to bed early, there may be a fierce battle tomorrow."

Subconsciously looking at the line between the sea and the sky, there was a bad premonition shrouded in it. Recalling what the old man said just now, Jiang Xinran understood the meaning, and went back to the temporary shelter without raising her head, feeling a little embarrassed, as if fleeing .

Seeing the person lying down, the plastic sheet covering her view, Wen Siqi also turned around, looking at the fire with her eyes slightly distracted.

It must be something disgusting to think of, after all, he is such a clean person.

On the face illuminated by the fire, there was a slight sway of self-mockery.