private island

Fan Xi picked out a sloping coconut tree, climbed up without much effort, and dropped a few coconuts.Guan Sheng told him to stop by and see if he could see the lighthouse.He looked into the distance and shouted down, "I can't see it!"

Guan Sheng rummaged through the bag, took out the mirrorless camera and fiddled with it, "There is still some electricity, try using it as a telescope, and then—"

He threw the camera up vigorously, Fan Xi hurriedly caught it, held it in his hand and looked at it, it didn't seem to be a big brand, "LEICA...Leica...which country's brand is this?"

"Brother Leica, if you fall off, your bodyguard will be for nothing for a month, and you will have to pay me a lot."

"It's so expensive? I've heard of it, but I didn't recognize it at first glance." Fan Xi looked at the thing in his hand over and over again, lifted it up carefully, and adjusted the focus.Until the picture in the electronic viewfinder was out of focus and blurred, the lighthouse was still invisible.

It only appears at night.

There is a faint orange light, as if God is thinking about his mind and smoking.Fan Xi waited and watched for a while, then dexterously jumped down from the tree, returned the camera that had run out of battery, and was basically sure that it was the lighthouse.

"Here, I just found it under the tree." Guan Sheng handed over a small thing, which was the eternal pen.

Fan Xi accepted it in surprise, and asked with a smile, "Did you find it on purpose, or did you pick it up by accident?"

Guan Sheng pondered for a moment, and his expression became a bit stinky: "I looked for it on purpose, why don't you thank me?"

Fan Xi understood that he picked it up by accident, but he still thanked him happily.Although for many days, Guan Sheng never said "thank you" to him.

"Expenses: I really want to spend money, I really want to spend money, God let me spend money.

Random thoughts: If I pay [-] yuan a day, then I can accept staying on this broken island for a few more days.But don't take too long, it's too depressing.In short, think about the good in everything.

Memo: None. "

Fan Xi put away his notebook and let out a long sigh of relief to the night sky.Guan Sheng was already lying on the inflatable boat and fell asleep, with one long leg stretched out, Shuai Dai curled up in the hollow of his knee.

He slid to the side, looked straight at the charming face to refresh himself, and started to work on the first shift.

No. 11 days of narrow escape, the sea was calm.

Guan Sheng was recording inspiration, and the recorder ran out of battery, so he also ran out of battery.He was depressed for a while, borrowed a pen from Fan Xi, and recorded the score in the blank space of the helicopter operation manual.

He said that he was looking forward to the rescue coming soon, to have a big meal first, and then return to the island to stay for a few more days.Because this island is very strange, it can pump abundant inspiration into the blood with the beating of the heart, as if it is inexhaustible.

"Probably because it's rare for me to calm down. I can think carefully and observe life again." Guan Sheng dropped the pen casually, thought for a while, then picked it up and returned it to Fan Xi, "Put it away, in case you lose it, You should be whining again."

He touched his face, took out the razor, and shaved on the harmonica.Since there is no shaving foam, he moves carefully.

His chin was pointed a bit, showing a sharp mandible line.The face and limbs are tanned, and the hair looks like it has been bombed. It has changed from a high-cold literary style to a wild vagabond style.

But even with such a toss, he is still a handsome man.

Fan Xi was even worse.Chicken coop head, thin face, two holes in the T-shirt were scratched, and the hands were blistered. The whole person looked like a refugee who fled the famine in Henan in 1942.

He works a lot and loses a lot.The "exclusive fan benefit" of 1 yuan that day made him very tired, and he fell asleep several times while watching.Guan Sheng made fun of a few words, and then said nothing.

As optimistic as he was, he also began to worry about the situation of his parents.Although they are in good health, some hidden illness may be caught under the bad news.It has been more than ten days, and it is written in double digits in the notebook. The perception and psychological feelings are completely different from those in single digits.When he thought that his parents might be preparing for his funeral, touching the portrait and crying, he was heartbroken.

Abandoned search and rescue?Impossible, he glanced at the man who was shaving.For such a big star, the concert halls are full, the acting skills are bad and there are still countless film contracts, and he still has so many endorsements on his back.The commercial value is so high, how can no one come to rescue?

Could it be that the Third World War really broke out outside?Or, is there some kind of conspiracy in this, someone wants to make the sound of the tube disappear?No way.

While thinking wildly, he gently popped the blisters in his palm, frowned and hissed inhaling.

Guan Sheng looked at him, rummaged through the bag and found a hand cream and threw it over: "Put some on, I still count on you to work, cute little porridge nanny."

Fan Xi thanked in a low voice, and heard the voice of the steward say: "Let's go, take a shower. New Year's Eve tonight, tidy up."

Yes, New Year's Day is here.

Happy days for the whole family, and all they have is this island.Fan Xi followed Shuai Dai, walking through the hot and humid rainforest.This Shiba Inu is happy every day, because it has never been free for so long.It used to be a little fat, but now it is very shapely.

"Oh--" He stepped on the moss and slipped on his feet. Thanks to the man beside him who raised his hand to help him, he didn't hit the tree.The high-intensity labor made him exhausted and his sensitivity decreased.

"Why are you a little out of your mind?" Guan Sheng asked.

"I'm very tired. Looking for food, cooking, and making rafts are all the main force." He complained slightly.

"Which worker is not tired?" Guan Sheng chuckled, with the face of a black-hearted boss, "[-] a day. Thinking about it this way, isn't it full of motivation?"

Fan Xi said bluntly: "Although I am working for you, can you contribute a little more? This way the raft can be completed quickly."

"I'm having a burst of inspiration right now, so it doesn't matter if I go home a few days later. Anyway, the lighthouse is there, and I won't be able to run long." Guan Sheng took a few steps to run up, over a section of tree roots covered with vines, and said There is a romantic temperament among them, "This island has magic power. Now my head is full of notes and chords. There are many bold ideas waiting for me to realize."

"Oh, I have nothing in my mind, not even a treble clef." Fan Xi replied nonchalantly.

"Listen," Guan Sheng hummed, "I wrote it just now. This is a section of Brige in the new song. I added a Lo-Fi effect when orchestrating it to create an old-fashioned feeling. It's like... You are middle-aged, push open the wooden door of an old classroom, the morning light presents Tyndall effect, dust is flying in the beam of light, and the female classmate you have a crush on is sitting at the desk. Then she puts down her pen and looks up at you Laughed."

After speaking, he smiled at Fan Xi, not knowing what he meant.

Seeing the excited state of the man, Fan Xi felt a trace of fear and worry in his heart.If the only teammate is stunned, what can I do?

Seeing his solemn expression, Guan asked: "As a fan, are you not happy to see the idol regaining the creative state when it was at its peak?"

It dawned on him just now that that smile was intended to reap compliments.He showed a tired smile: "I don't understand it, but it sounds good."

It is true that he is a fan of tube sound, and just to listen to music on the subway with peace of mind, he bought high-end headphones that are not cost-effective.But these spiritual enjoyments are based on ample material life.Now he is comparable to an African refugee, who just wants to eat and rest.

"What is this, can it be eaten?" Guan Sheng picked up a small wild fruit, "Do you know it?"

Fan Xi's eyes lit up: "I saw it in the documentary. What is it called... Soapberry, put it in water and soak it until soft, and then it will produce a lot of foam, which can be used for bathing and washing clothes."

Guan Sheng said pleasantly: "This is a New Year's gift from Xiao Dao."

There are many sapinsinia trees nearby, and the two of them picked up a lot of these round fruits, took the mesh elastic bandage in the medicine box as a foaming net, and took a hard bath by the pool.

This pure natural cleanser is gentle and easy to use. Fan Xi's chicken nest finally regained its softness, and his clothes were washed thoroughly.

He felt much better, and was about to lie down on the rock to rest for a while, when he heard the voice of the pipe calling to himself: "Little Porridge Nanny, come and help me rub my back."

He was too tired to move, and responded slowly: "Brother Sheng, you forgot, my job does not include taking a shower."

"Isn't there bubbles, I need to wash it well, please do me a favor."

Fan Xi had no choice but to transform into a scrubber, using medical gauze to scrub the idol.Haha, give idols a bath.A month ago, even if he was killed, he would not be able to obsess over such a scene. If thousands of other fans knew about it, they would definitely want to chop off his hand.

The broad back has beautiful lines, and the sun and foam sprinkle on the muscles together, like a beautiful painting.Even if you have no delusions, your heartbeat will inevitably speed up.

"Isn't it fun to wash your idol?" Guan Sheng looked back slightly, teasing arrogantly.

Fan Xi suppressed his beating heart, as if desperately clutching a toad to his chest, pretending to be indifferent: "It's okay, after all distance creates beauty."

"You mean, I don't look very handsome up close?" Guan Sheng glanced back, "Look carefully."

"Brother Sheng," he couldn't help asking, "with all due respect, has anyone ever told you that you are narcissistic?"

"Excellent people, what about narcissism?" Guan Sheng retorted with a smile, "I love myself, and I don't burden society."

That's right, Fan Xi lowered his eyes, speechless.He is an ordinary karate coach, it is really impossible to say that he is not good.

"What are you thinking, why are you staring at my ass?" Guan Sheng turned his head again, frowning, "Hey, don't you have any problems?"

Fan Xi threw the gauze on his shoulder, turned and walked away, and said helplessly, "I'm just in a daze, and even if there is a problem, I don't necessarily have to have thoughts about you."

"Get more food today," Guan Sheng gave instructions behind him, "I'm in charge of fruit picking. You catch a few fish and come back, and then find a way to trap a big crab. New Year's is here."

Cut, how can it be so easy?Fan Xi leaned against the stone, fidgeting with his wet hair, waiting for his clothes to be dried by the blazing sun.He muttered to himself in his native dialect: "I searched all over the country of Kaka and found nothing."

"What's stuck in the ditch?"

"I said," he raised his voice, "I've searched everywhere, nothing!"

"How is it possible?" Guan Sheng sneered slightly, "Crabs are just like the big cockroaches in your south. Seeing one means there are countless ones hiding in the dark."

Since he accidentally caught a big coconut crab a few days ago, he has taken credit for it and thought it was an easy job, always clamoring to eat it again and asking Fan Xi to catch it.

Coconut crabs are indeed delicious, Fan Xi certainly wants to eat them, but God knows where they are usually hidden.He didn't dare to burrow in the densely foliage, for fear of encountering poisonous insects and the like.