private island

Fan Xi turned his head and stared blankly at Guan Sheng.

The wound on his left face was scabbed with blood, like a dark red bug, and the surrounding area was red and swollen.His eyes were red, probably from crying, and his ears, neck, and shoulders were still stained with dried blood.But even so, he is still so dazzling.

Seeing Fan Xi in a daze, Guan Sheng took the knife and gently pushed him away: "Go and wash your hands."

After washing his hands in the sea, Fan Xi carried a box of seawater in the medicine box, heated it on the fire, and refined coarse salt.This process was long and boring. He approached the silent and busy man, and gently wiped the blood with a wet towel.

Guan Sheng was silent for a moment, then said coldly: "Don't stand on my left, go to the right."

Fan Xi understood that he was in a terrible mood, so he obediently went to the right side, stretched his arms over his head, and continued to wipe him.

"Are you annoying!" Guan Sheng roared, grabbed the towel and threw it away.Seeing Fan Xi picking it up with a limp, he sighed, got up and picked it up first, "Let me alone for a while, don't pay attention to me, and don't pity me."

"I didn't pity you, you will always be my idol." Fan Xi muttered and walked away.

Guan Sheng lowered his eyes and returned to silence. He handled the monitor lizard's flesh roughly, and a few drops of blood splashed on his chest from time to time.He has long since lost his celebrity airs, abandoned his elegance, and is like a warrior in a primitive tribe, slaughtering the spoils.

On the day the typhoon passed, he physically became a man.The day he killed the monitor lizard, he became a man psychologically.

Facing the impermanence of fate, he felt a kind of anger and sadness that had nowhere to vent.He wandered alone in the rainforest for a long time, in a trance, forgetting the time.It wasn't until I suddenly remembered that my lover was still sick that I hurried back.

A scar is far from being disfigured. Of course, Fan Xi will not despise him, but many fans will.

His face is no longer impeccable, and those who are secretly jealous but lack strength will gloat and celebrate, then snatch his endorsement and pay for the navy to criticize.

Luxury endorsements are definitely gone.There was a clause when signing the contract. If the spokesperson's appearance changes significantly and affects the brand image, the other party has the right to terminate the contract.Not only that, but all future endorsements of skin care products and cosmetics will have nothing to do with him.Because when consumers see him, they will think of Scar.

What kind of school girl, rich son, domineering president... It's better to play less.Anyway, he didn't like acting in the first place, and his acting skills were terrible.But this means that the gambling agreement he just signed with the company cannot be completed.

For five consecutive years, the annual performance has risen by 20%, which was originally a foreseeable win-win situation.He originally wanted to make enough money around the age of 30, and then concentrate on music, but if he missed his goal too much, he might lose all his wealth.

It's all because of this wound!All to save that kid!Not tall, not handsome, an ordinary man that few people in the country know!Fucking island, fucking love!

Suddenly, an evil fire sprang up in his heart, and he rushed towards Fan Xi who was stirring the sea water, wrapped him under his body, and gnawed on him like a zombie.The latter let out a short exclamation, then embraced him obediently, and endured it silently.

When it was over, they lay side by side on the beach, looking at the moon.

The beating bonfire and the boiling sea water are crackling and gurgling beside me.A little further away, there is the endless sound of waves, and Shuaidai's satisfied humming after a full meal.

Fan Xi moved his sweaty fingers, crawled slowly along the sand, hooked Guan Sheng's hand, and asked gently: "Now, do you feel better? Are you willing to communicate with me? Oh, yes, I don't It should lie on your left."

He dragged his legs and crawled to the other side, trembling as if waking up, held his hand, and looked at him in a panic: "How are you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot that you are still weak."

"It's okay this time, because I like you." Fan Xi said indifferently, "But if you dare to be so violent again in the future, I won't be polite to you."

Guan Sheng froze for a moment, and forced a wry smile from the right side of his face, not daring to affect the injury on his left face.

Fan Xi seemed to have a magical power that could calm his irritable heart.He was silent for a while, and finally started to communicate, whispering with a little resentment: "Eight treasure porridge, it's all because of you. Last night I thought you were going to die, so I made a promise to God that I don't need to be a star. Then, you will be fine." , my face was hurt."

"I seem to have heard it, and I thought it was a dream." Fan Xi smiled incredulously, with tears in his eyes because of being moved, "Then do you regret it?"

Guan Sheng shook his head slightly.

Fan Xi stretched out a finger, gently traced his handsome and noble eyebrows, delicate and straight nose bridge, and murmured: "Brother Sheng, even if there are no scars, there will be wrinkles. One day, your eyes will be cloudy, and the corners of your mouth will droop. , When you smile, your face is wrinkled. At that time, people may forget how handsome you used to be, but they still sing your songs. Those who need you to please with your appearance are not worth nostalgic in the first place."

"I will be handsome until the day I die," Guan Sheng snorted, and muttered unhappily, "I will dance in the square in the future, and I will also be the most handsome old man in the whole square."

"Then can I come with you?" Fan Xi leaned on his chest, deliberately poking his chin into him, "After breakfast, I said: Old Manager, let's dance! You say: Come on, Old Manager Fan .”

"There is no square on the island."

"No one on the island cares about your scar."

The truth, Guan Sheng naturally understands.Just like people know that they need to study hard, but they are still fishing.We all know that we should work hard to make money, but it is still wasted.

He let out a long sigh and continued to process the monitor lizard meat.

Fan Xi kept stirring the boiling sea water, and stopped heating after white crystals precipitated.Strain the wet crystals, add fresh water to dissolve, and boil again.

In this way, although heavy metals and mineral residues can be removed as much as possible, it is still very unhealthy.They usually never eat coarse salt, only for cleaning dishes and the like.However, in order to keep the meat for as long as possible, I had to add salt.

The monitor lizard's tongue is very delicious, like a duck's tongue, with a smooth and plump taste.Other parts are also good, like tender beef.This is the time when they lived on an isolated island, they ate the most and had the most fun.

Fan Xi knew that he had been vomiting before, so he should control it.But I still couldn't help filling my stomach to the brim, and collapsed on the ground, unable to move.It has been a long time since he lived in caves, admiring the starry sky on the beach, and watched it without moving for a long time.

The sound of the pipe is refining oil with fat, sizzling, and the thick and greasy fragrance of fat drifts away with the wind.Suddenly, he said, "Is this the only one on the island?"

Fan Xi's heart skipped a beat, he looked left and right, and glanced at the remains of the monitor lizard not far away.Even if there were still some, I probably wouldn't dare to provoke them anymore.

"It must be because your name is Tin that we met the monitor lizard."

"Then my name is Fan Dinosaur, wouldn't the island become a Jurassic Park." He smiled playfully.

Guan Sheng glanced at him with loving eyes, took out a piece of fragrant oil residue, blew it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

They spent a few days of carefree life, rarely resting, and spent the whole day in the shade of the trees fattening, playing cards while looking at the sapphire-like sea.

Sometimes, Fan Xi would forget to tell him to lie on the left side of Guan Sheng.Therefore, the latter would frown, turn over from him, and show him the perfect right side of his face.

Because of the oil, it was the first time for them to eat serious stir-fry, fried lizard meat with oil residue, stewed lizard meat with potatoes, etc., and Fan Xi was in charge of the cook.

In the past few days, the remains of monitor lizards have been eaten clean by seagulls and wild birds.They cleaned the claws and bones and kept them as tools.The skin is hung on the tree as a warning.

Fan Xi's leg was getting better day by day, but it was extremely itchy, as if someone was pinching a feather and scratching it day and night.

The bloody scab on Guan Sheng's face turned dark, adding a bit of arrogance and aggression to his handsomeness.Fan Xi noticed that since the day he was injured, he hadn't looked in the mirror again.

Previously, he had to take several photos a day.Get your hair done, check your face for smudges, occasionally pomade a nice hairstyle, and spray some perfume.

The harmonica was broken at one corner, Fan Xi repaired it with difficulty, and after the last monitor lizard meal, he handed it in front of him: "Here you are."

Guan Sheng's face darkened, he waved his hand away impatiently, and said at the same time, "Go to my right, how many times have I said this, why can't I remember?"

"I don't want to move." Fan Xi said.

So Guan Sheng got up quickly, walked around half a circle and sat down again.

Fan Xi handed over the harmonica again, he waved it open even more irritably, and said coldly, "Don't bother me, I don't want to see myself."

"I didn't let you look in the mirror, it's not a mirror, I just want to hear you play it." Fan Xi wanted to tell him, don't forget the original appearance of music because of the injury on his face.He can hear notes from all things in the world, and he can naturally understand his own meaning.

Guan Sheng pursed his lips, a hint of emotion appeared on his gloomy face.He hesitated to take the harmonica, put it to his lips, and played an impromptu ditty.The tune is light and melodious, which matches well with the golden beach, green trees, blue sea and blue sky.

Fan Xiyi sat on his shoulder, listened quietly, and said, "If we can go back, let's study together. You take the postgraduate entrance examination, and I will take the teaching editor examination."

Guan Sheng was stunned for a moment, and retorted: "Who said I want to take the postgraduate entrance examination? I don't have time."

"The day you were drunk, you said it yourself."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, remained silent for a few seconds, and said with a smile: "Scare me, I thought you could read minds. Oh, just think about it, let's talk... Do you have to be a teacher? I want to open a restaurant , help me watch the store, high salary."

"I don't understand, and I'm not interested." Fan Xi flatly refused, "I just want to be a physical education teacher."

"Okay. By the way, what word did I say that day when I was drunk?"

"I won't tell you." Fan Xi had a playful smile on his lips.He thought that there must be something in himself that Guan Sheng could not figure out, but it was not very important.In this way, the other party will often think about themselves.

Guan Sheng had no choice but to suppress his curiosity.He was playing with the harmonica, and finally couldn't help putting it in front of his eyes. He quickly glanced at himself in the mirror, and then squeezed his eyes tightly in pain, and his eyelashes trembled like butterflies in a strong wind.

"Grass, I'm as ugly as a dung beetle."

"Then I'll be your beloved dung ball." Fan Xi said calmly, wrapped his arms around his neck, twisted his flexible waist slightly, reached to his left side, and pressed a kiss next to the wound.At the same time, I thought to myself: You say that, how can us poor-looking dicks live.

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