Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 87 Deserted Island Life (10)

After the lunch was cooked, it was natural to start eating. Zhou Hui held a relatively heavy clay bowl, sandwiched fresh kelp and pork ribs with chopsticks, and it was a stormy, almost pitch-black weather outside. , in the crackling sound of the raindrops hitting the tent above the head, and in the swaying of the fire in the tent, enjoying the wild boar meat that is still delicious no matter how many times it is eaten.

This is the same feeling as eating hot pot on a rainy day, it is quite comfortable.

Eat the wild pork and seaweed in the iron pot to his stomach, drink the salty pork and seaweed soup, after a full meal, Zhou Hui doesn't want to wash the pot, or wait until the rain stops and use seawater to wash the pot , Don't wait until the next meal to wash the pot with the rain that hasn't stopped.

In fact, it is not so difficult to clean the pot, because he did not put any oil, of course there is lard, which he dug out before, and put it into two coconut bowls, except for the two-day Zhou Hui who had just boiled it. I tasted it a bit and never used it again. Now the lard has changed its taste and can't be eaten. Fortunately, he used lard as a torch, so the effect of changing the taste and not changing the taste is actually not great.

Lying in the spacious tent, looking at the somewhat blurred roof of the tent shaken by the fire, listening to the crackling outside, as if the roof of the tent will be broken in the next second, and the sound of falling raindrops, Zhou Hui blinked calmly, Thoughts drifted a little.

I didn't say it was very good during this period, but he was also doing well, but there was one thing that was not good, or he has never forgotten it, and that was the rescue.

He has lived on the island for a long time, but since the plane flew by last time, he has never seen any shadows about rescue, no planes, no ships, nothing. did not see.

Even thinking about it carefully now, even the plane I saw in my mind's memory seems so unreal, it seems that no plane has ever flown, and it only exists in my own fantasy.

It's as if... as if I've been forgotten by the whole world...

Zhou Hui took a deep breath, sat up at once, and turned his gaze to the outside world through the only gap left by the wooden door to see the outside world.

It's not just raining, the water on the ground is also very fast. Zhou Hui can vaguely see a slightly obvious small river in his dark and blurred vision. When the water level rises, it is used to prevent the tent from being submerged.

Later, he reinforced the ditch with earth, rocks and tree branches. Now it seems that this method was not wasted, and it was right.

With a bang sound, the tent was shaken violently by the sudden strong wind, and the flames in the tent were reduced, but the tent was not destroyed, and even the flame was not extinguished, it continued to burn, and continued to emit warm fire light .

Of course, the tent needs to be reinforced while expanding, otherwise maybe he is standing in the rainforest under heavy rain

The weather didn't get better after noon today. The weather didn't clear up. Although the rain has decreased, it has only decreased from heavy rain to heavy rain. Those days have to make up for it.

For dinner, Zhou Hui ate smoked and roasted wild rabbit meat. The rabbit meat was preserved in the same way, spread evenly with a large amount of sea salt, and then smoked and roasted. However, compared with wild pork, rabbit meat had a stronger and stranger smell.

In fact, maybe rabbit meat has this taste, after all, he has never eaten rabbit meat before, after all, rabbits are so cute.

But on the deserted island, Zhou Hui felt that these bunnies were even cuter. Not only could they be eaten, but they also had many uses. Of course, they should be caught and protected...

On the second day after the rain, there was still light rain faintly in the air in the morning, and the air was cool, but at noon, the raindrops disappeared completely, replaced by soft light shining on the island.

Zhou Hui is still doing the same things he did before, or looking for new and interesting things, or observing the sky or the ocean in a daze, observing whether there are traces and shadows of rescue.

Because there is no danger, there is nothing to do. Find out all the interesting things, and play all the things that should be played. As for the island... except for the trees and weeds, there is nothing interesting to do, even more exploration. There is no need.

In the days that followed, it seemed that nothing had changed. The only change was that his technique of drilling wood to make fire became better and more proficient.

What good is it to say that the technique of drilling wood to make fire is better... Zhou Hui raised his right hand and covered his forehead. Just when he instinctively wanted to complain about himself, he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

There was a little bewilderment in his eyes, and he realized that after staying on the desert island for a long time, he stuttered and felt uncomfortable.

So, after thinking for a while, he took a deep breath, faced the bright ocean, and yelled loudly:
"ocean!!"

This kind of shouting is a bit like a kindergarten kid looking at pictures and reading words, it is really naive, and Zhou Hui is also a little ashamed, but this kind of shame will be forgotten by him when he turns his head. If someone can see himself like this at this time, then Laughing loudly at himself on the ship was something he wished for, as long as he could be saved, he would do anything.

And so, on the bright sand, and on the sea, this voice resounded:
"ocean!!"

“Beach!!”

"islands!!"

"Seagull!!"

"..."

"Whoever can save me, anyone can save me!!"

After a while of shouting, the lonely voice fell into the lonely ocean, so it seemed even more lonely.

The food is not too short for the time being, and the fresh water was replenished in the heavy rain a few days ago. Zhou Hui lost the excitement before, and lay lazily in the shade of the coconut trees during the day, admiring the ocean , admiring the clear sky, and fell asleep in the tent at night.

Because he didn't take any action physically, he took action mentally. He often wondered if he would have died of thirst on this small island if he didn't have a lighter at first. Is there just so much lack of food.

Even if you don't lack anything, if you make a mistake in a certain time, the wild boar will seize a certain opportunity, kill yourself, and become its blood food...

Even, he suddenly recalled one day, the time he risked killing the big wild boar pit to the bottom of the cliff, if the vines were not tied tightly, if both himself and the wild boar fell...

On the beach, Zhou Hui covered his head with his hand, he didn't dare to think anymore.

The surrounding seascape is still beautiful, but when this beauty appears in front of your eyes every day, especially when the outside world in your mind is more beautiful than here, and you can still see the same kind, it seems not so beautiful.

It seems that as long as you look at it, this ocean seems to be like this... Zhou Hui calmly looked at the blazing sand and the ocean with ripples formed by the light on the sea surface, thinking so in his heart.

(End of this chapter)