"How can you pinch my ass!"

Due to his weakness, Marco's tone was a little soft, like an accusation and more like coquettishness, without a hint of arrogance.

"Ah, is there one?" I was in a tone that was innocent, as if nothing had been done ordinary.

Mark:

His skull rested on my shoulder, and he said quietly:

"This time our friendship really ended, I'll take care of it. ”

The gods are all destroyed

"Our friendship has ended. ”

Even if Marco was not able to move around on his own at this time, he could only lie on my back, and he could not say this in a certain tone in order to prevent him from saying this.

"Hmm"

With him on my back, I gasped for breath before chuckling, "That sounds familiar." ”

Marco: ""

He also remembered the work of that night, and at last Marco himself could not help laughing, but not long after laughing, he wrinkled his face with sadness, and after waiting for it, he lay on my back in misery.

The person carrying him on his back was not strong, even though he walked crookedly, and occasionally stopped to rest for two or three seconds, but the two hands that held him never let go.

But just from the sound of his heavier breathing, and the sweat that had been excreting, it could be seen that the weight on his back had exacerbated his burden.

Because Marco suddenly stopped speaking, I didn't realize that he didn't speak continuously because he was sad, and thought that Marco was tired, and licked the corners of his dry lips, and I didn't say it again, after all, it was a little bit to retain a little strength, but when he was walking towards the front with his heart, he felt that the corners of his forehead were wiped with his fingertips to wipe the sweat.

The action is light, but it can't be ignored either.

I was stunned, and then the corners of my lips curved, and I continued to walk forward step by step.

It took half an hour to walk from the edge of the island to the shady place, and although I was very tired, and the little strength I had just recovered was almost gone, but I still remember that I couldn't be too violent when I put down Marco, until the horse was sitting on the trunk of the tree, holding my belly, and I finally relented, and fell down on the dirty sandy ground.

"It's time to rest"

The black-haired boy had a dull look on his face that could not be concealed, and even when he said this, his voice was so low that a gust of wind could blow it away, and he twisted his way and looked at Marco, who was sitting under the tree, and noticed that the flush on his face that had been caused by the high fever had disappeared a lot.

Marco's face turned pale, he thought that he should have been injured in his internal organs due to the force of the blow from the sky falling to the surface of the sea, and the sadness came up one after another, but he did not complain, but endured it patiently, as if I never said how tired it was to carry him here on my back.

Just like what I'm saying.

- You can survive.

- You can wake up.

The two of them glanced at each other, and they could see each other very embarrassed, but they both laughed in unison, and there was no trickle of darkness in their eyes, since they were still alive.

- This is the movement of the short and long.

After about two hours, I got up from the ground, and he looked around, thinking that it was temporary or relatively safe, so he turned his head and said to Marco that he wanted to go around and not go too far, and call him if he had work.

Marco clicked the clapper, and watched his back gradually dissipate, leaving only his own face.

Probably because it was at sea, and the sun was just right, and the island was not unusually dry and cold, so there weren't too many mosquitoes, and Marco didn't get the chagrin of being bitten during the return process, and it was relatively cool to sit under the trees, and occasionally there was a gentle breeze, which is why I would carry him here with me, and if they were exposed to the sun continuously, they would both face the problem of dehydration.

The watch had long since been lost, and in the absence of an exact example of time, and Marco did not know how long it had been before he finally saw me returning, and he noticed that my face looked a little more relaxed than it had been before I had departed.

"I saw a slab house," I said to him, "and I went in and inspected it, and found a resting place for fishermen in the open sea, and I saw a little medicine, as if it were not out of date." ”

Now that there is a place where they can be sheltered, they naturally do not stay here continuously, although it seems that the sun is just right today, if they are simply exposed to the sun for a long time, there is a high probability of heat stroke, but no one knows whether the sky will change on the back.

I simply crouched down with my back to Marco, "Come on." ”

"I thought," Marco said, looking at my already soaked back, and he hesitated, "maybe maybe I could test myself and walk around." ”

I turned around, and he tilted his head to look at Marco, and when he met his vision, Marco straightened his back, his lips were a little dry and his hair was disheveled, and his face was helpless, but he was trying to make himself look a little more energetic, and his brown eyes were staring at me.

I thought about it for a few seconds, then I stood up and said, "Wait for me here." ”

When it was time for him to come back from the dispossession, he handed the branch to Marco with a twig in his hand, not very thick, but far-fetched enough to perhaps support the weight of his stature.

The hand holding the branch had a large number of scratches, probably thin wounds, the kind of wounds that were already soaked white and the wounds that had just been excavated were distinguishable, and Marco saw it all in his eyes, and Cen Lin took the branch.

By the time they arrived at the hut of Athero, it was already rapidly approaching twilight, but at the end of the day I had come here with Mark on my back, and because I had reached the halfway point, I noticed that Mark's face was not quite right, so I simply denied that Mark wanted to go on for many years, and carried him on my back again.

This hut is really rough, and there are not many equipment inside, except for a few wooden planks that can be seen as flying furniture, there is another recess in the room Shenyue piled up with cement, which should be used to make a fire, there are a few clay pots in the corner, and a knife with a notch, other than that, there is nothing else.

When Marco sat down on the plank, he could see the dust scattering.

I went to the window, took a branch and opened it to let the air clear and dissipate the somewhat moldy smell in the house, then opened one of the clay pots, took out a few pills from the inside, and handed it to Marco, "Eat it, it will have an effect on your injuries." ”

Marco looked at the pills in his palm, as if they had just been taken out of the pill box, but he didn't say anything on his face, and simply swallowed them obediently.

I knew they looked problematic, but he pushed them all to the board house and stored the medicines.

It's like a secret between them.

When Marco had taken the medicine, I was leaving the slab house with the notched knife, and when the sun had set on the horizon, and only a little light was left to shine through, I was returning with a pile of dry branches, and he hastily threw them to the ground, and then turned back and went out, and halfway through it suddenly remembered something, and turned back to take a clay pot.

From the time they found the island to the present day, they have not eaten.

The island's bounty was not abundant, but I was not discouraged by it, but he was honored to have at least some other equipment to eat, and he had found a small puddle, the water inside which was relatively clear, and it was very nervous that it was fresh water that could be drunk.

When he returned with the food he and Mark had eaten tonight, he thought it would be a dark slab house, but now he could clearly see the warm glow coming out of the open window.

Marco was sitting by the fire, with a twig in one hand tossing the firewood inside, his face darkened, doubly embarrassed than before, but at the sound of my footsteps, he leaned up and smiled at him.

The brown-haired boy, who was dirty with soot, laughed so much that his teeth were exposed, and the color of his white teeth and face made a clear comparison, and he didn't realize that he looked stupid at all.

"You're back. ”

I was making a joke, and my eyes showed a warm color, "Hmm. ”

I'm back.

Marco's eyes lit up when he saw the fish he was holding in his right hand, which had already been disposed of, "I remember we didn't have a hook—"

"Yes," I sat down close to him, and he replied casually to his question as he made dinner, "and when I went to look for food, the fish had no good fate, and when the sea was removed, it got stuck in the crack, and I happened to pick it up." ”

Even if there were no spices, the aroma of the cooked fish soup was enough to bewitch them even though they had been hungry for a while, and Marco stared at the washed and cleaned clay pot filled with fresh water, and asked from time to time:

"Are you alright?"

"Nope. ”

Marco puffed out his cheeks and waited for a few more minutes, waiting with a look in his eyes: "Okay?"

"Not yet. ”

"I'm so hungry. Marco bent his legs, his hands around him, his chin resting on his knees, and stared with his eyes blank.

I glanced at him, raised my hand and casually rubbed his hair as if soothing a small animal, "Wait." ”

Marco moved his buttocks, leaned against me, sniffed, the sadness caused by his internal injuries had eased a lot, and now he smelled the fragrance, thinking that even if the two sides were drifting to the island, there was nothing unclear.

I took a twig from the left, and then pulled the blackened banana out of the fire, and when it was a little cooler, and when I could tolerate its temperature, I put it in Mark's arms, "If you're hungry, eat it first." ”

Marco peeled off the skin, took a bite, opened his mouth wide to breathe in the cool air because it was a little hot, and then chewed it when the temperature in his mouth could be adjusted.

The roasted bananas don't really taste very good, not too tasty or unpleasant, but at least they can soothe the hungry stomach a little.

Marco took only one bite and then handed the roasted banana to my mouth, and I took a bite without looking, and put my attention on the clay pot, he had to make sure that the clay pot would not crack due to the high temperature, and the two sides were just like this, and I ate a few of them.

After the fish soup was finally revealed by me, if it wasn't for the fact that his size didn't allow it, maybe Marco would have turned a few times quickly.

There was no suitable tableware, so the two sides simply used relatively clean branches to divide the fish, and then drank the fish soup in a clay pot, and at the end of the two noodles were relieved.

After these works in history, you can or may drink warm fish soup, which is indeed a more satisfying job, although because of the boiling hot water before, there is no shortage of water in the first place, but the sense of contentment brought by fish soup is irreplaceable by plain water.

After dinner, finding a temporary shelter, and Marco's injuries were weakened by the drugs, I finally felt relieved, and when I relaxed, I stretched out to the ground with fatigue, and even a little lazily didn't want to turn.

The two sides leaned against each other, their brains against their brains, half-squinting, looking at the fire in front of them, the fire across them reflected their cheeks, and there was a faint sound of waves outside the house, if you didn't look at the two of them at this time, the air seemed quiet and harmonious.

Looking at it, Marco's arms suddenly heavily, he lowered his head, and saw me with my eyes closed.

The person in his arms frowned slightly, his lips were pursed, even if he was asleep, it seemed to be with a bitter look, Marco raised his hand and poked the cheek of the little companion in his arms, he was just a decomposition action, who knew that I was in it as if I felt it, and snorted.

"Don't move," he muttered, but his eyes didn't spread, and his voice was soft, more like a performance reaction to the outside world in his sleep.

Marcoden, who had been caught on the spot, patted his chest, blinked, waited for a moment, and then reached out and tapped the tip of my nose.

This time I didn't react, as if I had fallen asleep completely.

Marco, on the contrary, did not continue.

With the delicious taste of fish soup still in his mouth, and the crackling sound of the burning branches, Marco looked back at today's work, he looked down at me who was asleep, and stretched out his hand to gently rub my eyebrows, as if he wanted to stop frowning the people around him.

"I'm sorry. He whispered, as if he were afraid to wake me.

He remembered that when he first woke up, I was carrying him in a fully wet suit, and he himself was relatively dry except for the wet clothes on his back, and Marco remembered that before he fainted, he tied both of them to the broken board, which would have caused this situation only because I had him lying on the broken board, and I was soaked in the sea.

He remembered me panting and carrying him on my back forever.

He remembered that I was letting him rest in the wooden hut, but I was going back and forth looking for dry branches and food, and because I didn't stop one after another, my clothes were almost wet and wet.

"Dumb Uncle Marco. ”

The man in his arms opened his eyes, raised his hand to catch his hand, and sighed.

Marco: ""

He looked at me with a confused expression, and I was supposed to be asleep.

I reached out and closed his mouth, looking a little helpless, "I probably fell asleep quickly, but I was too tired to open my eyes," he said, as he stood up and stretched out his hand to Marco.

Marco was stunned, and when he reacted, he saw that I was sleeping on his side face to face with him, and closed my eyes again, as if nothing had happened.

Mark:

He stared at me as if I had fallen asleep again.

At this point, Marco suddenly didn't know how he should react.

Should he be strapped for being overwhelmed by what I heard, or should he be inspired by the fact that I didn't react at all?

Negligence –

Marco's eyes widened.

I wasn't unresponsive, he said he was stupid.

"You don't need to tell me you're sorry, Marco. ”