Desert Island Survival Diary

Chapter 27 No.20 Nine days, carelessly lost Jingzhou

Yesterday's big harvest still needs a few days of drying before it can be stored.

The kelp has been dried on the beach, and it has turned from dark green to yellow-green, and it is already dry to the touch.

I put the fish and other little things on the roof of the hut to dry.

In the morning, my task remained the same. I still scooped seawater into the stone pit, and I would be able to harvest in two days. The increasingly thick white crystals at the bottom of the pit were my motivation.

At noon, I turned over all the kelp that was drying, so as to speed up the drying.

The temperature at noon began to rise significantly, and I was exhausted after a busy morning, so I found a flat place under the shade of a tree to take a nap.

However, I've always had the feeling that I've forgotten something important and can't remember it.

"It's okay, just sleep first." I persuaded myself.

Xiao Hei beside him had already slept soundly under the coconut tree.

The sunshine through the gaps in the leaves is so warm, the breeze is blowing, and the shadows of the trees are whirling. In this comfortable environment, my whole brain becomes quiet, and I begin to fall into a deep sleep.

The dream has begun!

Someone finally found me and brought me back to civilization...

I reached the pinnacle of my life with the money of this suitcase!

Fragrant car, beauty!
They are all waving at me.

My girlfriend who left quietly before also came back to look for me.

Of course, I'm not a picker, I just grabbed a lot of money and threw it in her face, and said to her: "Get out!"

Interview requests from reporters and invitations to TV shows flooded in.

I don't know why, but there is a candle in every scene, the flame is flickering, and it seems to be almost extinguished.

There is always a feeling of depression and panic in my heart.

This kind of life should be my dream, I should feel happy, but I don't understand why there are candles.

My experience was written into a novel, made into a movie, and I became a celebrity!
I attended the press conference of the film, but when it was my turn to speak, I was horrified to find that what was handed over was not a microphone, but a candle, the candle I had always seen!

The flame on the candle is even fainter!

The host actually put a candle on my face!

"Ah!!" I backed up and shouted!

"Huh~" Finally, I woke up.

"It's over, fire! Pile of fire!" Before I had time to wipe off the cold sweat on my forehead, I jumped up anxiously!

I was so careless that I forgot to add wood to the fire when I went out in the morning.

I thought I'd finish the work and go back to make it right, but I actually forgot about it just now!

I actually sleep at such a time!
Although I didn't sleep for a long time, my heart tightened tightly.

I'm running now, with nothing but fear in my heart.

It is hard to imagine a day without fire.

My heart is beating at full throttle again, no wonder I feel like I'm missing something important, no wonder I'm dreaming about dying candles.

Subconsciously, I actually already knew about this matter, but the subconscious mind has no control over it at all. It is reminding my brain to quickly accept its information!

The hut was right in front of me, and I hadn't traveled this fast since I came to the island.

I was praying in my heart, praying that the fire would still burn, even if it was just a bunch of sparks, but never go out.I rushed to the door, and with trembling hands, I pushed the door open.

"Ah!" I yelled in despair, and angrily kicked at the extinguished ashes!
"Why!!!" I screamed unwillingly!
The anger made all the blood rush to my head, and my whole face felt swollen!Anger has no way to vent.

After I tossed the clothes on the bed around, I gradually calmed down.

So, now I'm back to my senses and accepting the situation.

Yes, there is no fire, but I can't live without it, so I can only find a way.

I was too eager, the sun had already begun to set, and I, who was used to sleeping against the backdrop of the fire, couldn't imagine it.

Of course, like everyone else, the first thing I thought of was drilling wood to make fire...

Time waits for no one, and I was hit so hard that I didn't think about anything else and rushed out directly.

Dry vines, flammable wormwood-like plants, and tiny dead branches were all carried back to the door of the hut by me in a short time.

Then I went back and picked up a few thicker branches and came back.

This is the easiest, but the next thing to do is the hardest, because I only read it in the book, I have never tried it myself.

I sharpened a slightly thicker branch with a Swiss Army knife, and used a knife to flatten the middle of the other thicker branch, making it slightly concave so that I can use it to drill...

With all the preparations done, I started what I thought would work.

The flammable wormwood-like plant was put aside and crumpled into a ball, so that if a spark appeared, I could take it and ignite it in time.

I just sat on the ground casually, placed the sharp branch in the pit of another branch, and rubbed my hands quickly.

Sweat dripped from my brow, but there was no smoke, let alone sparks.

Soon, my mood was low again, my palms had been blistered, and I really wanted to give up!
But I really can't bear the absence of a fire!

"Hold on a little longer." I ordered myself.

"If there is no longer any hope, abandon this method."

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In the end, I still gave up, yes!The blisters on the palm of my hand were all worn out, excruciating pain.

I was overwhelmed by anger again, I jumped up and trampled all the branches!
"Damn wood to make fire!" I cursed viciously.

I got into the hut and started rummaging, trying to find something that would light my fire.

"Slap" I slapped my forehead hard!
"What a pig I am!" Yes, I was scolding myself.

Know what I found?

I actually forgot my pistol...

I'm still too impulsive, hey.

Ignition is no longer a problem. I took out the pistol bullets and opened the bullets with a wrench tool in the toolbox. I sprinkled the gunpowder inside on the dry ground.

On top of the gunpowder I piled the flammable plants like pintleweed, and prepared dry twigs aside.

Next, I rummaged under the bed and finally found the lighter that had long been out of gas.

"Fortunately, I didn't lose you." I sighed secretly.

"Brush!" I rolled the pulley on the lighter, and the sparks flew in all directions.

"Very good, it still works." I'm so excited!
It was time to witness the miracle. Trembling, I poked the lighter in my hand under the flammable haystack, and rolled the pulley against the gunpowder below.

"Shua" is gone...

Come again, "Zizz, boom."

The fire was burning again, and I carefully sent the branches on the side into it.

This time, I will definitely cherish it...

　This kind of novel, I can't do it, and I don't want to do it. I need to spend 2-4 hours writing each chapter. Every time I finish writing, I will read the full text to see if it is smooth, and there are typos. I hope everyone can forgive me as much as possible. , I will try my best to make 2 updates after the recommendation.

　　


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