stonecrandall Chapter 130 Island Day 71 Do you like it?
Chapter 130 Island Day 71 Do you like it?
[I don't need it. 】
It rained heavily outside the house, and the rain was continuous like catkins with the wind, crackling and falling on the bamboo rafts on the roof, converging into streams, and falling down the waterfalls along the bamboo rafts.
Standing behind the window of the house, leaning against the wooden wall, looking at the people working in the kitchen through the rain curtain, every word of yesterday's meal echoed in my mind.
Wen Siqi said she didn't need sympathy.
It is true that sympathy is of no use to those in need, and it can even feel like a mockery and charity to oneself, especially if it comes from a former opponent, and to a person with strong self-esteem.
How strong is Wen Siqi's self-esteem? Jiang Xinran can't give an exact answer. Her self-esteem is so unremarkable that no one here can give an exact answer.
It's not surprising to know how strong Wen Siqi's self-esteem is, but it's elusive not to know what's on her mind.
Jiang Xinran felt that she couldn't understand what she was thinking right now.
Just yesterday afternoon, when I said "I'm sorry" to Wen Siqi, my heart was always very restless, and I always felt noisy, saying "not sympathy."
Not sympathy... what could that be?What else could the concern for Wen Siqi be but sympathy?
Worry?care?Aren't they all emotions born of sympathy?
What is not sympathy?
What is it?
The more she thought about it, the more chaotic she became, and the more chaotic she became, the more eager she became. Jiang Xinran frowned, and her hands wrapped around her body quietly formed fists.
I don't know if it was a tacit understanding, or just turned around by chance, looking at each other through the swaying rain curtain.
The pupils, which are clearly invisible, seem to be close at hand. Looking at those eyes that are as clear as mirrors, unconsciously, the troubled thoughts become calm.
thump...thump...
The jumping in the chest was calm and brisk, without complicated thoughts.
Jiang Xinran let go of her fists, nodded slightly, and smiled at Wen Suiyunyang who was standing beside Wen Siqi, who was grinning, then turned and left the window.
Watching Jiang Xinran's figure disappear from sight, Wen Siqi bit her lip lightly and closed her lower eyelids.
She could see Jiang Xinran's emotional changes clearly, from upset to calm, this was good news, but not good news.
Jiang Xinran's calmness is only good for the team, not bad. How can this not be good news?
But again, apart from being disturbed and calm, she also saw familiar eyes in those eyes, similar emotions that she had seen in other eyes more than once.
Kill it!
It must be strangled.
no... can't...
don't want……
"Mother?"
Feeling nervous in her palms, Wen Siqi came back to her senses, quickly calmed down her disordered thoughts, squatted down and laughed, "Feeling mom is sad again?"
"Hmm..." Wen Suiyun nodded sullenly.
Looking at the window where people had gone to Yingkong, Wen Suiyun hesitated and said: "Mom, do you like sister Xinxin?"
Like it?
Wen Siqi's smile froze, and then her smile was the same as before. She raised her hand and gently pinched her daughter's soft cheeks, "I like it, of course I like it. Your sister Xinxin is so kind, gentle, beautiful, brave, strong, and responsible. Take responsibility, who wouldn't like this kind of girl."
Yes, who wouldn't like it, and who could refuse the approach of such a person?
But, sometimes, some things can be fought for if you don’t want them, and you can be brave if you don’t like them.
The back of the hand resting on Wen Suiyun's thin shoulders has distinct phalanges.
"Mom, will you be with..."
"It's time to light the fire. If you don't add more wood, the fire will go out."
Wen Siqi interrupted the excitement, and her soft voice easily diverted Wen Suiyun's attention from pulling the red thread for her mother to lighting the fire.
The little guy's expression became tense, and he hurriedly squatted down to add a piece of firewood to the stove, and picked up the wooden bow to pull the blower.
The tool for turning the wind is a hand-pulled blower made by the old man, which is similar to a bow drill to make fire, except that four blades are installed at the bottom of the drill pipe, and a pottery bellows is made for the fan, and the air outlet is aimed at the stove.
Two pieces of wood are erected on both sides of the bellows, and a hole is dug horizontally on the wood, so that the drill rod is pushed against the hole of the cross log so that the drill rod does not deviate.
Then pull the drill pipe with a wooden bow, and drive the dry blades tied to the lower end of the rotating rod. The blades rotate and blow the wind along the ceramic air pipe into the stove.
It doesn't take much effort, even Wen Suiyun can turn it easily. It is a simple, practical and easy tool.
Wen Suiyun seemed to regard it as a toy, playing it very vigorously and intoxicated.
Seeing this, Wen Siqi breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and looked at the fire.
She is really a hard worker in the kitchen, and she can't help much. Huohou is the only one who can help, although the old lady Huohou can do it by herself.
Grandma glanced at the mother and daughter who were helping beside her, and let out a long sigh, and the cleaned machete clicked and cut the mushrooms again.
Smoke curled up from the earthenware pot on the stove, and the sound of steaming water rose in the pot. The old lady took a cloth and stretched it out of the kitchen to wet it with rainwater, then wrung it dry and stuck it to the handle of the pot lid.
When the pot was opened, a cloud of mushrooms rose out of a burst of heat. The old lady sprinkled the cut mushrooms and betels into the pot, and then picked up two long chopsticks and stretched them into the pot to stir slowly.
A wind blows, carrying away the faint smell of fish floating in the kitchen, and blowing it into the house.
Ye Yajie's nostrils fluttered, revealing the anticipation of enjoyment, and when she opened her eyes again, her disgust rose again, and she muttered.
"Gouzi, you have changed. You used to hide nothing from me. Even when you held a small hand and kissed your mouth, you would ask me if I was moved. Now you don't even let me hear the fart. You have changed. Gouzi... You have become a Gouzi..."
The resentment was like Tang Monk chanting sutras, which made Han Tang, Mu Jie and Yao Yanan, who were biting their ears, all look curious, how did Jiang Xinran change to make Ye Yajie so resentful.
what can be doneWhy didn't he give her a reassuring explanation when he just came back from the window.
Jiang Xinran couldn't help turning over helplessly, but her mind drifted away with resentment.
Is the change really that big?
Jiang Xinran tried to recall her former self, but found that some childish words and actions in her memory made her feel strange, as if she was recalling a movie made by someone else instead of her own life.
Seeing Jiang Xinran's mind wandering, Ye Yajie curled her lips in disdain, and ignored Jiang Xinran, just lying down and waiting for the meal.
Seeing that Ye Yajie didn't care about it, the others went on with their own business.
Their relationship with Jiang Xinran was far less intimate than that of Ye Yajie, and they didn't even care about Ye Yajie, the older sister, and it was not good for outsiders like them to interfere in Jiang Xinran's private affairs.
It's just that they don't know when it will be ripe and they will have melons to eat.
It rained for a long time, from about ten o'clock in the morning to half past five o'clock in the evening, the water falling from the roof gradually ticked.
Standing in the corridor under the eaves, he raised his hand and stretched out the house. The dripping water splashed in the palm of his hand, just like the moment blood splattered, the blood droplets flying to his hand bloomed coquettishly.
Pupils tightened suddenly, Wen Siqi hurriedly withdrew her hand, and wiped her body over and over again.
After wiping for a while, he seemed to have calmed down, squatted down and picked up the clay pot filled with water outside the corridor, and went back to the house.
There was a strong fire burning in the hearth in the house, and the orange flames burned the iron barrel on top, and hot air rose from under the lid that was not securely covered.
"The hot water is ready, who will come next?"
It has been more than ten days since the last time I scrubbed my body, and it is rare that there is another heavy rain today, so I can scrub it well without worrying about wasting water.
After lunch at noon, they boiled water and scrubbed at the same time. Starting from Han Tang, everyone felt refreshed, and there was only the last man left.
"It's my turn."
Lin Jianfei stood up on his knees, and took the iron bucket that Yao Yanan and Wang Zhenzhen lifted from the fire to the temporary bathroom.
The bathroom was originally a place for stacking firewood. In order to take a bath, they specially moved the firewood pile closer to the middle. The urn placed next to the firewood pile was also placed next to Zhao Guoming's ashes with the consent of Yao Yanan and Mu Jie. .
Wen Siqi put down the clay pot containing rainwater, turned around and left the bathroom.
Rainwater is used to neutralize the hot water, so you can't just splash the freshly boiled water on your body, then it's not called taking a bath, but scalding the pig!
There is also a plastic bucket in the bathroom for mixing hot and cold water.
Back by the fire, the old couple just came over with dinner.
Grilled rabbit with a plate of fake betel.
The rabbit was found in a trap in the woods not far from the house early in the morning. It was still alive and kicking, and now it has become a golden dinner on the plate.
Honey was smeared on the meat, just smelling it, the saliva in the mouth began to flood.
Leaving one leg for Lin Jianfei, dinner began.
The heat of the roasted rabbit meat is perfectly controlled, each part is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the even meat pieces with honey are even more satisfying.
After staying on this island for a long time, simple food like this has become a delicacy on the plate, delicious.
Unfortunately, there are too few.
After dinner, picking her teeth with a specially shaved bamboo stick, Ye Yajie smacked her lips regretfully.
Seeing Wen Siqi and Yao Yanan who were walking around the room digesting, Ye Yajie squeezed the loose flesh on her stomach, spat secretly, threw the toothpick into the fire, and lay down.
On nights without activity, the only pleasure after dinner is sleeping.
It was eight o'clock in the evening, except for Jiang Xinran, who kept watch at night, and Wen Siqi, who was weaving straw clothes, everyone lay down and gradually fell asleep sooner or later.
Jiang Xinran was sitting by the fireplace, and the wooden branches stretched into the fireplace were picking up the accumulated ash.
This thing has many uses, the old man wants to use it to add fertilizer to his nursery, they need to use it to fill menstrual belts to absorb menstrual blood, Wen Siqi also wants to use it to make soap and quicklime, in short, they are all treasures.
Pushing the ashes to the edge of the stove, Jiang Xinran put two sticks of firewood into the weak fire.
Not long after, the fire that continued to reach the temperature ignited a bright light again, bringing light to the busy people on the side.
Putting down the branch that was shaking the ashes, Jiang Xinran raised her head and looked to the side of her hand.
Wen Siqi was still knitting clothes.
It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and everyone who should sleep was asleep. Even Wen Suiyun, who refused to go to bed desperately and wanted to be with his mother, fell asleep nodding his head an hour ago.
"It's late, don't go to bed yet."
"No sleepiness."
Wen Siqi didn't raise her head, she pierced the needle in her hand, as if she was thinking about how to do it next.
Jiang Xinran frowned, Wen Siqi's voice was energetic, but her slow movements already showed her physical condition at the moment.
Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed the hand that hooked the needle, "Wen Siqi, I want to ask you a question."
There was a heaviness in the wrist, it wasn't the heavy pain caused by grasping too tightly, it was the pressure on it that made Wen Siqi feel heavy.
Slowly raising his head to look at Jiang Xinran, who was only one person beside him, seeing the calmness in her eyes, the refusal to the point of her lips somehow couldn't come out.
After hesitating for a while, Wen Siqi sighed secretly and said, "Excuse me."
Hearing Wen Siqi's compromise, Jiang Xinran slightly raised her lips on the side she couldn't see, and immediately lowered her lips and said seriously: "Are you an ordinary person?"
Wen Siqi wanted to laugh at the strange question, but couldn't.
It's not hard to understand Jiang Xinran's intentions, she was just using ordinary people as an excuse to let her go to rest.
Is she an ordinary person?
Of course, the night she first discovered the ship, she told Jiang Xinran that she was an ordinary person.
Since she is an ordinary person, there will be times when she is tired. She has not had a sound sleep for several days, and her body and spirit are close to the limit. If she tries harder, her body will only collapse.
Wen Siqi knew and understood the problem, but so what?Knowing where the problem is doesn't mean it can be solved.
It's not that I didn't try to calm myself, it's that I couldn't do it, and I can no longer put the pain in the suitcase as I did before, then cover it, and hide it under the bed of memory.
On the contrary, when stuffing new pain in the suitcase, it’s like packing the suitcase for the first time. Outside the box, the ground is in a mess, but there is no way to do it. You can only watch the memory of sticking out of the box play back in front of your eyes.
Since he couldn't deal with it, he could only choose to escape, using his busyness to make himself ignore the scattered memories in front of him.
The method is very effective, but at the cost of physical and mental exhaustion, Wen Siqi already felt that her body could no longer allow herself to be strong, and Jiang Xinran's stop was nothing more than tearing away the veil of self-deception.
Seeing the self-deprecating and distressing tired smile in front of her, Jiang Xinran took her hand away.
Jiang Xinran knew why Wen Siqi refused to go to sleep, and why she kept finding things to do for herself, and wanted to comfort her, but the words of comfort that came to her lips made her feel that they were too empty and did not help Wen Siqi's state.
After thinking about it, Jiang Xinran gave up the idea of consolation, and instead said: "Go to sleep, even if you can only squint for a while and wake up, you can squint again later, over and over again, even if your spirit is not good, you can't sleep." It’s better than holding on.”
"At least you rested."
Waking up and sleeping, waking up and sleeping will not bring much benefit to the body. On the contrary, the harm outweighs the benefit. Even so, it is better than supporting the body without rest, so that the body and spirit will not suddenly collapse in a short period of time.
Jiang Xinran's idea was very good, but it was a pity that she failed last night. She was sober all night, and it would be futile to try again now.
Wen Siqi shook her head, and was about to refuse, but the seriousness of her gaze made her unable to say no.
I wanted to speak a few times, using the excuse that I didn't need sympathy, and the words came to my lips, but they all turned into voices in those eyes and dissipated in the air.
I also tried to ignore the gazes around me, but my disturbed mood was rarely at peace.
After a long time, Wen Siqi compromised again, put down the work at hand, put it on the stake behind her, staggered to the sleeping bed and lay down.
He closed his eyes lightly, but there was no noise in his ears, and the rustle of sitting down awakened his tired mind first.
Opening her eyes suddenly, Jiang Xinran was sitting beside her.
Jiang Xinran's sleeping position is on the side, with Wen Suiyun in the middle, but Wen Suiyun has been whispering to Ye Yajie and Wang Zhenzhen before going to bed tonight, and will still be sleeping between them.
Without Wen Suiyun acting as the dividing line in the middle, the distance between the two is within reach.
On the other side is Han Tang, who can't retreat no matter how far he retreats, he doesn't know what to think for a while.
"..."
"Do you want to fan it?"
"..."
Maybe it was really tired, Wen Siqi found that she couldn't say a word of 'return' at this moment, so she could only sigh secretly, turned her back and pretended to be ignorant.
Looking at the slightly undulating thin shoulders beside her, Jiang Xinran smiled unconsciously, then subdued her smile, and looked solemnly at the firewood burning in the fireplace.
Night, spent anxiously in the interlacing of dream and reality.