One Hundred Days on an Uninhabited Island

wow... wow...

Stepping on the noise of the waves, Wen Siqi shook off the water stains on her hands, and wiped them off her pants.

Seeing Wen Siqi come ashore, Jiang Xinran stood up and walked towards her.

"Aren't you going to comfort me?"

As he spoke, he looked back at the two people snuggling up under the shade of the tree, and could still faintly hear crying.

The deceased was Zhao Guoming, a security officer on the airliner, and had a close relationship with Yao Yanan and Mu Jie.If she and Wen Siqi hadn't stopped her just now, the two of them might have tried to dig out the maggots with their hands.It can also be seen from this that there is a deep relationship between the dead Zhao Guoming and them.

"Let them vent again. No matter who encounters such bad news, it will take time to bear it."

Glancing at the shade of the tree, Wen Siqi sighed secretly and looked away, and saw Jiang Xinran's strange gaze when she turned around.

She didn't hide it on purpose, Wen Siqi could see clearly, Jiang Xinran didn't believe what she just said.

However, it's not Jiang Xinran's fault. Her words and deeds during this time really made people doubt the absoluteness of these words.

really?

can not tell.

If those people were the case, they would definitely say so.

Wen Siqi laughed secretly at herself, lowered her head and walked around Jiang Xinran, walked to a rock and sat down next to her, her eyes were facing Yao Yanan and the other two.

Seeing Wen Siqi's self-mockery, Jiang Xinran frowned, annoyed that she should not be rash.

Even if they are friends, there will be pimples in the face of such doubts, let alone they are not friends.

After blaming herself, Jiang Xinran also walked to the rock and sat down, took out a few rambutans from the basket and handed them to Wen Siqi.

"Eat."

"Thank you."

The rambutan was picked up by the road leading to the wooden house. Presumably because of the typhoon last night, a lot fell on the ground, but I didn't notice the roadside when I went to the wooden house, and Wen Siqi found it when I came back.

Peeling off a rambutan, biting off the pulp, the sweet taste filled the whole mouth instantly, the tensed shoulders were slightly relaxed, and the fear that was suppressed in the heart gradually disappeared at this moment.

Swallowing the pulp, exhaling the turbid air in her lungs, looking at the two people sitting under the shade of the tree, Jiang Xinran still couldn't let go of her worries.

The distance is a bit far away, so I can't see the tears, but I can see the shallow smiles on their faces.

eccentric.

With a secret thought, Jiang Xinran imitated Wen Siqi and raised her head to look at the sky.

The sky is blue, with clouds floating, and there are birds soaring. The flying posture is like sitting on the balcony when you were young, looking up at the huge iron bird flying from a distance through the clouds, expecting it to land in front of you with tears in your eyes. Brace yourself.

But now, I can't wait any longer...

Tears condensed in his eyes again, Yao Yanan wiped them off and was about to burst into tears, looking at the sky, his eyes were a little distracted and he asked his side: "Xiaojie, do I love to cry a lot?"

"I love to cry." Mu Jie spoke concisely, and could hear the trembling grief in her cold voice.She tilted her head and rested her pillow on Yao Yanan's shoulder.

Yao Yanan looked back, then continued to look at the sky, and smiled, "When I was a child, Uncle Ming always said that about me, saying that every time I saw me, I would run to him crying and ask him to help support me. He also said , I won’t be able to find anyone to like me after I cry so much.”

"I like."

"Well, you like it." Yao Yanan rolled her eyes at her, "When I grew up, Uncle Ming laughed at me, saying that I was deliberately raised by you to be a crybaby, and I just didn't want others to like me."

"Ah."

The response was still concise and straightforward, as if acknowledging Yao Yanan's joke.

After the words fell, there was another burst of silence.

After a long while, a sentence full of hatred rang out, "I want to kill him!"

"No, Uncle Ming will not agree."

Immediately after the rebuttal, Yao Yanan lowered his head and clenched his fists, "I know... Of course I know that Uncle Ming will never agree to my revenge for him by means other than the law, he is an old stubborn who regards the law as a creed...but! "

"I just can't forgive him for what he did to Uncle Ming!" He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "No matter how hungry you are, you shouldn't pay attention to your own kind, even a beast!"

His voice trembled slightly, Mu Jie sat up straight, hugged Yao Yanan's head and let her lean against him.

The suppressed sobs went away with the wind.

Crying and crying, Yao Yanan suddenly stopped, wiped away tears, stood up, and stretched out his hand to Mu Jie, "Let's go, we can't sit like this anymore, Uncle Ming only has us two juniors, and he has loved us for so many years, After helping us so much, we can no longer just think about our own sadness, it's time to act."

"Ah."

Grabbing Yao Yanan's hand, Mu Jie stood up and walked towards Wen Siqi and the others together.

Seeing the two coming, Wen Siqi and Wen Siqi got up together.

"Siqi, Xinran, we want to take care of Uncle Ming's funeral. If possible, we want to bring him back to Aunt Ling. They only have each other..."

As Yao Yanan spoke, his voice trembled again.

Wen Siqi said with a smile: "There is nothing you can do."

"However, not now." Looking up at the direction of the wooden house, Wen Siqi explained: "Cremation requires a lot of firewood, and the maggots on the corpse also need to be disposed of. Both of them will take a lot of time. Today is only enough time for us to go back. It is suitable to do other things, come back tomorrow.”

Without yelling or unreasonable insistence, Yao Yanan and Mu Jie listened quietly, nodded, and followed Wen Siqi's arrangement.

Although there is unavoidable anxiety in my heart, Wen Siqi is right, no matter which thing to do first, it will take time, time will help you get things done if you are not in a hurry, everything must be done step by step.

And that lunatic might still be nearby, they didn't bring anything but spears, it would be dangerous to stay here at night.

Therefore, going back first is the best choice.

They all nodded, and Jiang Xinran answered, "Then let's go, and pick all the pineapples by the way."

"Wait, let's go back to the cabin first and bring back the tools we can bring, especially the axe."

"tool?"

Jiang Xinran frowned, and suddenly remembered some tools she had seen in the wooden house before, so she nodded and agreed to the suggestion.

The four of them went back to the wooden house again, this time Yao Yanan and Mu Jie did not stay at the door and went in together, they kowtowed to the dead body a few times, and chattered for a long time until Wen Siqi and the two packed up the things they could take away , Tell them to leave before reluctantly saying goodbye.

Leaving the wooden house, I picked some rambutans and pineapples on the way, climbed up the hillside through the jungle and jumped down the hill, walked another distance, and came back.

The weather is just right.

After dinner, Wen Siqi told the people left behind what she saw in the wooden house. When she heard that the young man ate Zhao Guoming's meat, the cave fell silent.

Well, the old man murmured, "In times of calamity, many people are starved to death."

"Is it still there at that time?"

"I don't know. Life in Nancheng was passable back then. I was so hungry that I could go to the sea to get something to eat." The old man shook his head, "However, I heard that there was something in the northwest."

There are very few documents about that era, and they don't know whether it is the description of the famine in the history books.

I can only hear and imagine from people who have experienced it like the old man, and imagine the scene of starvation everywhere, and Yi Zi cannibalize each other, but after all, I have no experience and cannot empathize.

"But there are obviously a lot of food on the island, no matter what..." Yao Yanan stopped talking, and the eyes illuminated by the fire were much bigger than him.

"Hunger is the secondary reason, and the more direct reason is the fear of death, self-blame for accidental injury, and... despair for tomorrow."

"If the sky wants it to die, it must first make it mad."

The original intention of these words was not madness, but at this moment, Jiang Xinran felt that it was appropriate to use it on that man.

how about you?

He glanced at Wen Siqi, who was hugging his daughter, with a faint smile flickering on his face under the orange light, his calm expression did not reveal a trace of madness.

But that's what makes it even more worrying.

Han Tang withdrew his gaze, remained silent for a while, and looked upright again, "What are you going to do with that corpse? And that person, shall we... kill him?"

Glancing at Yao Yanan and Mu Jie who were hugging him, Han Tang hesitated for a while, and slowly uttered the last words extremely uncomfortable.

Their gazes fell on the two sitting on the outermost edge of the cave.

Mu Jie turned her head and said slowly: "We want to cremate the body and take it back. As for that person..."

"In accordance with the law."

"Law!"

The unanimous answer came quickly, and their respective moods could be heard.

"Uncle Ming has always regarded the law as a creed, and the most disdainful behavior is the violation of the law. The law does not allow murder for revenge. If we kill him, Uncle Ming will die with regret..."

Yao Yanan was very unwilling, and the trembling unwillingness could not be concealed in her voice.

"According to the law, he can't be sentenced for a few years." The cold water poured on him, "From your description, he didn't kill people intentionally. He was already insane when he cut off his hands, and he can't be sentenced for a few years. He might even go to jail. You don’t even need to sit down, you’ll be sent directly to a mental hospital.”

"Psychiatric hospital is worse than jail, it's full of madmen."

"That's not necessarily true. If you have money and power, a mental hospital is just a nursing home. It's not as good as... bong~"

Ye Yajie set up the things in her hands, and mouthed at Wang Zhenzhen.

"Don't point the gun at people, it's very dangerous!"

The black muzzle of the gun was right at hand, so frightened that Wang Zhenzhen almost spilled the soup with his hands trembling.

The gun was a shotgun that Wen Siqi and the others brought back from the wooden house. The barrel was rusty and the trigger was a little stuck. It was time to retire.

"Don't worry, there are no bullets in it, and you don't deserve to be on my death list."

The casual words made Wang Zhenzhen tremble coldly, he reached out and grabbed the gun, and glared at Wen Siqi, "Why did you bring such a dangerous thing back!"

"Because I'm not sure if he has a bullet in his hand, I brought it back just in case." Wen Siqi still smiled.

Wang Zhenzhen pouted, speechless to refute.

Indeed, instead of putting a gun that can be used where a dangerous person can get it, it is better to keep it by your side.Even if it doesn't come in handy, at worst, you can remove the pipe and use it elsewhere.

Putting the gun aside, Wang Zhenzhen yelled at Yao Yanan and the two, "Don't pay attention to her words, do what you want, catch the law, if you can't catch it, let him die on his own, or let someone else catch him."

As she said that, she glanced at Ye Yajie again, "Kill someone? It's easy to say, if you don't have no hope, and you have a family, no one can do it."

You are right, those who are willing to fight to the death in today's society are not mentally ill, they are either desperate or hopeless, and the rest are lunatics.

Ye Yajie snorted and shut her mouth.

The cave became quiet again, and after a while, Wen Siqi stood up, said, "I'm going to wash my face," and went outside.

Jiang Xinran also followed and said to wash her face.

Watching the two leave one after the other, Wang Zhenzhen kicked the opposite side, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

"Why, I don't gossip." Ye Yajie stared angrily, "It's their business, it's not a red thread, it's not a stick, what's the fun."

"Don't forget the lessons learned."

"That also requires me to grab the steering wheel!"