Sweetheart,Don't run away

Two hours before the night came, he struggled to wake up. Because I told myself that I must not sleep.

The aching body is like being run over by a big truck. Some places are numb, and some places are almost unconscious. But what can that do. He must get up and look for food. The next night is coming. He must try his best to look for food. Otherwise, he may not be able to survive. It's either starvation or pain.

Dream, dream.

The thought of her gave him strength.

We have to go back, we have to go back, we have to go back as soon as possible!

Dragging his injured leg, he went to dig in the sea and eat whatever he could. A little bit more power, he fished, using oysters and other shellfish shell as darts to shoot. The fish you get is still eaten raw. Fortunately, this is an island formed by reefs, so there are some fish around each Reef from time to time. Fortunately, this kind of tide can often bring some fish and shellfish.

It seems that I have lived a primitive life. Before that, I would never have experienced it. Even in the past, I would not have been reduced to such a situation or eating raw fish fillets.

Night, dark, no longer see the fish, he slightly gasped a few breath, ready to rest. At this time, the two arms had already been numb, the chest line, feeling is cracked, and bleeding again. But there is no way, can not take care of so much, can only use the cloth to tie up a circle.

One night, did not dare to sleep, the body is still burning, but it is much better than last night, did not feel like falling into the ice cellar, but, is still hot and cold. Thigh, change one. The left leg has been pricked too much, it has been numb, and the tingling is not enough, so it has no effect. So, it's time to start pricking your right leg.

He needs absolute pain to refresh himself. Otherwise, if he just went to sleep, he thought that he would not be able to last for a few days. In fact, his body is very clear. If this place continues to stay, I don't know whether it can last for a few days, because after all, the raw food also needs to be digested. He is used to eating cooked food, so he has to accept it in his stomach Things are not easy to digest.

In addition, the wounds on the body, as well as those on the thighs and calves, are slightly inflamed. If they are not treated in time or cleaned by professional medical equipment, it is very likely that this will lead to the inflammation of his wounds, and then affect his health.

At dawn, he untied the cloth, picked up his spirits, picked out the broken thread on the bleeding hole, and then, with his patience, cut off the rotten meat with a knife, and sewed the wound with a needle again. Now it can only be roughly bandaged, because there is no perfect equipment. The only thing around me is too little.

Blood, a hand. Painful sweat, wet a face, a body.

But he's getting used to it.

Think about her, think about the soft little man, he doesn't feel much pain.

Insist, insist again!

To see her, live to see her!

Before that, nothing can stop!

It's just bleeding. It's just crippling a leg. It's nothing. It'll grow back. It'll be fine.

As long as I can see her, I wish!

Still in the sunshine, he went to sleep. The warm temperature, as if she was on his body, never left.

Think, then feel warm. Think, think is hope!

This time, he woke up earlier, more than three hours before dark. The body is not about to collapse, and then the left leg, also recovered some feeling.

This is the self-healing of the body. After all, he is still young, and because of his physical quality, he has always been very good, so the ability to recover is quite OK.

Everything is developing in a good direction!

He knows. He'll see her.

Certainly, this is the belief in the heart, or even obsession.

Then he went on with yesterday's life. This time, he had the spare power to get some sharp stones. He cut the branches from the poor few low trees that could hardly be counted as trees, and cut them into wooden arrows. All of these can increase the intensity of fishing.

Then there is the problem of water. You can't drink the sea water. The more you drink, the more thirsty you will be. You will die. Dig a hole, pour in the sea water, put some leaves, and then put a big leaf in the hole that can cover the hole. And then there's waiting, waiting for the water to evaporate, and finally liquefying the distilled water that falls back on the leaves. Time is tight. At the beginning, we can only rely on this method.

Once people want to be short of water, it's no good. A normal person can not eat, but he can't drink water, but he can't drink sea water.

At night, when the distillation method didn't work, he began to improve the method, using leaves to carry water. After all, it was too fragile. Then, he put the shoes to use, he must drink water, but also fresh water, the body can not lack of water.At this time, nothing can be taken into account, everything, just to survive, in order to live back to see her!

She can't do without him!

In this way, he mobilized all the knowledge he knew, and he struggled to survive on this island. Twice, there were two groups of birds. For the first time, he was a little impatient and only hunted two. The others flew away because they were frightened. The second time, he had experience and learned to hide. When the seabirds began to be lazy, he quickly attacked, hit five, and even picked up a few eggs.

It's a big tonic.

In this desolate island, he had to start to work hard!

Without fire, everything is eaten raw, including birds. With a little treatment of the feather, he just put it in his mouth. Eat meat, spit out the remaining feathers, to the end, has been unable to distinguish between eating meat or eating feathers. But at least this kind of food to eat, it can supplement physical strength. As long as it can replenish the physical strength, then it doesn't matter.

It's really the first time for me to live like a primitive man. How could Mo Yanke be like this before. In fact, this feeling is not very good.

During special training, you can make a fire, roast the bird, or treat the bird like a crow chicken. But in this ghost place surrounded by the sea, everything is wet. It's too difficult and luxurious to make a fire. He kept his shirt fabric, his suit pants, his shoes and his bird feathers. All the things that can make a fire are precious. He has to keep them to make smoke and ask for help when ships pass by.