"Wow! Phew! Phew! ”

When the first rays of the morning sun break through the horizon, seabirds follow suit, setting the stage for a new day.

The golden color slowly appeared, and on this beach, the "SOS" pattern of a stone row was unusually obvious.

A figure slowly walked from a distance, looking at the few stones on the beach that had been disturbed by the tide, adjusted slightly, and then raised his head and walked towards the rock wall next to him.

His hair was messy, his beard was long, and his emaciated face was much darker, but the whole person was not as messy and sloppy as the imaginary victims, but had a bit of the smell of a prodigal son.

"Twenty-fifth day!"

He put down the stone in his hand, looked at the five straight characters neatly on the rock wall, and turned to sit down.

The sea breeze blew on his face, slightly stirring the ends of his hair, and the dialect wearing only a straitjacket seemed unusually calm.

Twenty-five days have passed since he became conscious, and twenty-five days have passed......

No matter how much I used to, I could still eat delicious food, although it was compressed, but it was much better than now.

But now, I have to find my own food, make my own weapons, I have eaten birds' eggs, I have eaten crabs, I have eaten grilled fish, but there are no other condiments except a little salt.

"It's a bit bleak ...... indeed"

Fang Yan tilted his head and muttered, looking at the rising sun that had climbed above in the distance, and a warmth gradually appeared in his body.

The fixed branch on the left leg is still there, and although it is considered to be initially healed by the 19th day, and some light exercise can be performed, it is also clear in the dialect that once the vigorous exercise is carried out, it is estimated that the newly healed bone will break again.

I just hope that the next world will be a little kinder to me......

Thinking of this, he smiled himself, then shook his head, felt the warmth of the sun, and slowly stood up, and walked towards the spot where he had lived on the island, a simple house made of branches and leaves.

If you can't stop the rain, you may even be blown down by a strong wind, but this may just be a psychological comfort, so that he can sleep more peacefully at night.

Slowly walked to the front of the fire that had been extinguished, Fang Yan picked up the water bottle next to him and drank water, then broke the fire in front of him, took two bird eggs from below, wiped the ashes on the surface a little, peeled off the eggshell and ate it slowly, and by the way, thought about his next crossing.

25 days, there are not a few days left until the next crossing, depending on the situation, it is impossible for the country to find itself, and it is impossible for him to contact anyone.

All I could find was some trash on the ocean, like this wine bottle, which was used as a drifting bottle......

Fang Yan thought as he stuffed the peeled egg into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and then turned his head to look at the wooden spear he was using for fishing.

This, it is estimated that it can be regarded as a weapon, and then, there is no then, just like the first crossing, there is no preparation, and there is no help.

Shaking his head slightly, Fang Yan threw away the eggshell in his hand, picked up the wooden spear next to him, and walked in the other direction to prepare the food for noon and evening today.

“If I can see it，then I can do it！”

“If I just believe it， there's nothing to it！”

“I believe I can fly……”

A faint song surrounds the sky above the island, and the sound of the waves, drifting farther and farther......

The dream looked back and looked at himself at that time, and the dialect knew that he had grown up......

……

"Team leader, we haven't found any information about dialects at present, we hacked into the surveillance systems of many countries, and then conducted face comparison, but there was no result, and the search in various no-man's land did not find any trace of dialects."

"Hmm!" Yan Hongchang replied, raised his head to look at Ling Ya, and said, "Don't stop searching, help me hand over this document to the intelligence team first!" ”

As he spoke, he handed a document to Ling Ya, looked at the door that had been closed again, lowered his head and opened the red-letter document on the table once again - the handling plan for the loss of contact with dialects.

……

Location: Alternate time and space

When: February 8, 2043

"What about vinegar? Give me some! ”

"Come on, come on, Boryeong vinegar, how much do you want, just say ......"

"Give me some too! That's enough! That's enough! ”

Lin Chenghui said, put his bowl back, picked up a dumpling with chopsticks, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Hot! Scald! Scald! ”

Lin Chenghui opened his mouth and kept puffing, and the comrades next to him laughed.

"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, Huizi looks like this, it seems that I can't eat it, do you want me to help you solve it?"

"Go, go!"

Lin Chenghui knocked away the hand that was stretched out to his bowl, looked at the expressions of his comrades next to him, and covered the mouth of the bowl stiffly.

"Don't make a fuss, eat your own well, you see Xiao Wu is doing quite well!" The squad leader said, pointing to Xiao Wu, who was slowly eating dumplings in the corner, and then laughed and raised the kettle, "Say a word, happy Chinese New Year's Eve, replace wine with water!" ”

"Happy Chinese New Year's Eve!"

The people around him echoed and lifted their own water bottles.

"Eat dumplings, eat them quickly, it will be cold later!" The squad leader said, picked one up, took a bite, and then nodded with satisfaction, "Don't say it, the dumplings made by this cooking class taste really good!" ”

"Can that be done, our company's cooking class, don't say anything else, the division says second, no one says first!"

"If you want to say, our company's cooking class is also famous, and the commander came to eat that time, and they all gave a thumbs up......," a soldier said, holding chopsticks, as if he had something to do.

"And the story?" Lin Chenghui asked,

"Okay, one by two, if you blow it again, it's really heavenly!" The squad leader waved his hand with a smile.

"What's that......"

Time, slowly spent in laughter, one person chatted two sentences, from the trivial matters of life, to family affairs, daughter-in-law, children......

The night seems to be getting deeper and deeper, and the city has fallen into tranquility and peace, and the red of the streets and alleys adds a bit of festivity and happiness to it......

But a voice sounded suddenly......

"Woo~~~"

The movements in his hands suddenly paused, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, Lin Chenghui looked at his comrades around him, silently put down his dishes and chopsticks, and quickly picked up the rifle that was set aside.

"Get on the live ammunition, follow me, immediately evacuate the people in our responsible area, this group of turtle suns, Zhen Nyima will pick time!"

The squad leader cursed, opened the door, and rushed outside with the fighters inside.

A little firelight appeared in the sky above the city, and then it became brighter and brighter, like a meteor shower, from the direction behind it, cutting through the sky and flying into the distance......

Behind him, there are still plates of steaming dumplings, which are constantly cold under the cold winter......