I rarely spoke after drifting to this small island, although I knew that I might not be able to speak for a long time, so I still had a period of memorizing Tang poems and singing, but it didn't last long and I returned to a wordless life.

Talking to myself is really not my forte.

But today I was confronted with this huge red coconut crab and actually spoke.

I was a little surprised that a crab actually made me speak, maybe I was too lonely and longed to communicate with people, but I have never communicated with anyone in such a long time.

On this desert island, I am a panting living thing, and it is the seafood that I have caught, but they are only food for me to feed me in my heart.

But today, I found this coconut crab that can make me speak, and I looked at the fiery red coconut crab in front of me and had an inexplicable good feeling in my heart.

It occurred to me that this coconut crab was a living creature I had seen in the true sense of the word since I came to the island, and I was so lonely that I couldn't tell how many times I longed to have a companion with me, even if it was just a pet.

I looked at the slow-moving coconut crab and said, "You're so lucky, I decided not to roast you, I'll make you my pet, and then I'll be your master."

Robinson Crusoe rescued a wild man and named him Friday, and stayed with Robinson until the end, and I was not as legendary as Robinson nor as lucky as him, and I was satisfied to have a wild man to accompany him, and I was satisfied to find a coconut crab as a pet.

The day Robinson saved the savage was supposed to be Friday, so Robinson named the savage Friday.

I really admire Robinson's concept of time, I have lived on a desert island for 25 years and can clearly know the date of each day, but I have only been on the desert island for about a year, and I can't tell what time and date it is.

I don't have a concept of time and date on this desert island, I think every day is Sunday, because here I don't have any control and it's completely my own time, just like me who works in a civilized society, I can relax all day on Sunday, and I can sleep until 12 o'clock at noon without anyone caring about me, I have the final say on the day, and every moment is under my control.

With that in mind, I decided to name this coconut crab Sunday, or Red Sunday.

As my pet, of course, I am responsible, I first made a nest for Sunday with a wooden stick in the shade of the tree in the right front of the hut to prevent it from running away, and then prepared food for Sunday, coconut meat and coconut water are indispensable, and caught some seafood for it to eat, in short, it eats what I eat.

That's how I have Sunday as a companion, although I don't make any noise on Sunday, I don't spoil you like a cat or a dog, I don't talk to you, and sometimes I don't respond when I talk to it, but I am very happy to see it every day, and I always feel no longer alone.

Probably because of time, Sunday seemed to have become dependent on me, and once I found that Sunday was gone, and I couldn't find it nearby, and I thought it had escaped and felt a little lost, but in the evening Sunday suddenly appeared in the coconut tree of the hut.

Lying motionless on the coconut tree on Sunday, the two tentacles trembled as if to greet me: "Master, I'm back, when will the meal begin?"

Looking at Red Sunday, I said, "Look at your ugliness and run away and I'll roast you."

Honestly, I developed a dependence on Sunday, or rather a dependence.

In the few hours I didn't see on Sunday, I was very lost, and there was a faint sadness and even a hint of fear, I was afraid that I would live alone again.

But when Sunday appeared, all the displeasure vanished, and it seemed that I really couldn't live without this red Sunday.

I had a good time during this time because I was with me on Sundays, especially when I talked a lot, and sometimes I felt a little funny when I spoke on Sunday, and a man actually spoke to a crab.

What's even more ridiculous is that in this world, it is very likely that I am the only person who treats coconut crabs as pets, and it is an exaggeration to say that I regard coconut crabs as partners, friends, relatives and even lovers.

By the way, is Sunday male or female......

With Sunday, my days seem to pass a lot faster, and during this time I also make some practical gadgets for life.

I made a few bowls and scoops out of coconut shells, and the one I was most proud of was the rain filter I made out of coconut shells.

I used a total of nine coconut shells to hollow out them at the top and small at the bottom, and then connected them together from the bottom to the top are small pebbles, fine sand, charcoal, fine sand, fine sand, the top coconut shell is made up of half pebbles and half coconut skin fiber.

The charcoal of the filter is fired from coconut shells in the absence of oxygen, and although I can't make good activated charcoal, this charcoal is also better than ordinary charcoal.

As long as the coconut shell carbon is ground into small particles to increase the adsorption surface area, my rainwater filter will be announced, although it cannot filter 100% of the impurities in the water, but the direct drinking should not be a big problem, and generally I will boil the water, so that my drinking water has a double purification.

One day I picked some wild lemons and squeezed them into juice for grilled fish to remove the smell and freshness, the acidity of this wild lemon is several times that of ordinary lemons, and the tip of my nose sweats and my throat hurts when I eat a sour mouthful.

I just took a small sour bite and my bones were soft, and then I looked at Sunday not far away, and a good note sprouted in my heart.

I picked up a lemon and came to Sunday, twisted it so hard that the lemon juice dripped into Sunday's mouth, and Sunday suddenly spat bubbles and finally foamed at the mouth, and I laughed gloating at the funny appearance of Sunday.