Xiao Hei's combat power and staying power are second to none, and no one on the island is invincible. Jack, www.biquge.info the pen "Fun", was very diligent in expressing himself and striving for the top, so much so that Chu Wenle, who cooperated with him, was thrown off several streets.

There is very little tacit understanding between the two, and it is often Jack who is dragging Chu Wenle forward.

Twelve wooden pillars at the front and back support one wall, and the five walls form the prototype of a room. Why five-sided and not four-sided?

This is specially designed to leave a place for the door, imagine that you can't climb in or out or dig a hole in the ground every day. Given the limitations of tools and technology, Mo Ran's idea is especially useful on the island.

Each wall is made of horizontal logs stuck in pillars, and although the walls are very untidy due to the strange appearance of trees, it should still be able to be used to protect from the wind and rain.

The three houses, the sea of wood that needs to be consumed, Rao is construction workers have worked hard day and night, and it took more than half a month to barely finish it, plus some of Chu Wenle's previous accumulation, it should be enough.

The height of the house is limited, so that not only can the materials used be reduced, but also the house can be as strong as possible so that the roof will not be swept away or even destroyed by strong winds.

With limited manpower and material resources, limited resource support and limited time constraints, this is the best solution that Mo Ran can come up with.

Simple is not nothing, more professional and durable is also, but either time does not allow, or long-term planning down is not cost-effective at all, although these small houses do not have much art in it, but the practical value and economy are maintained at the absolute high-end level.

"Brothers, work hard, hey~" Mo Ran sat on the smooth stone face, using a sharp dagger to shave the wide leaves and wood chips, and Chu Wenle's somewhat hoarse trumpet sound sounded in his ears, and he couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

Looking at the construction site in full swing, Mo Ran unconsciously sighed in his heart, thinking about the time when he first came to the island, the small days were miserable, worried about eating, drinking, sleeping, afraid of people, afraid of snakes, afraid of loneliness.

Compared to now, it was completely two levels.

The feeling of loneliness, loneliness and fear that he had no friends, until now he has never mentioned it to anyone, because it is a feeling of unbearable looking back on the past.

Now with Chu Wenle's company, Annie adds fun to her life, and Xiao Hei, a rammer with a zombie face that is not cold, and of course, Jack, who is worried all day long. Mo Ran felt a sense of satisfaction that he had never felt before.

Because these people all survived with their own help, without him Mo Ran, even if the others did not starve to death, they would definitely not be able to live long on this island, Mo Ran never doubted this.

The scars on his body, which can never be erased, are a testament to most of the crises he has experienced.

In the past two years, Mo Ran has grown a lot, he can feel it, but there are some things that he can't feel, but they are also quietly changing. For example, the temperament, these things are usually not expressed, and only people who have been in contact with them for a long time will understand.

Regarding Mo Ran's advantages and disadvantages, Chu Wenle is naturally the one who knows best, but he is very smart and didn't say anything, not to hide it, but there are some things that cannot be broken.

"What are you looking at, so seriously?" Anne walked in quietly from behind her, and couldn't help but be a little curious as she watched Mo Ran sit on the stone alone.

"It's nothing, it's just a reminder of some things from the past. ”

"Oh, can you tell me about your past? I mean before you came to this island. Anne was very curious about what Mo Ran was like before, and in her feelings, Mo Ran was very complicated now, and she couldn't understand him with her clever mind.

Say he's sunny and uplifting, sometimes it gives people a very cold and ruthless feeling, if you say that this person is serious, but he acts like a sunny boy.

The complex and contradictory character is gathered in a person's body, and the indescribable charm produced is difficult for a person who sinks down to observe, not to say ****, it is pure curiosity that kills the cat.

So Anne wanted to know what kind of environment Mo Ran lived in before, which could cause his multifaceted personality today.

"I used to have nothing to say, it was boring, monotonous and bland~" said that it was boring and monotonous, but the nostalgia and happiness in his eyes were undoubtedly revealed.

"Tell me about it, I want to hear it!" Anne was born in a rich family, not to mention her knowledge, and she rarely shows interest in anyone or anything, but once she is interested, she can't pull back nine cows, which is the truest portrayal of 'rich is willful'!

It's just that she didn't realize that the tone of her voice with Mo Ran at this moment was no different from that of being coquettish.

"Then I'll tell you that my parents have been very fond of me since I can remember・・・・・・" It is not so much to say to Anne, but to say that Mo Ran took advantage of this peaceful moment to miss his past life.

Looking through the dense branches and leaves, looking at the white clouds hanging in the clear sky, with a strong attachment and longing in his eyes, perhaps Mo Ran at this moment is the most real him.

Hometown, a simple and heavy noun, represents warmth and the belonging of the soul.

Leaving home at a young age, or leaving home in this way that is not peaceful and almost missing, I really don't know how my parents should face this blow, my mother will definitely wash her face with tears every day, and my father, who is in the prime of life, may be more addicted to smoking, I don't know if I have dyed my sideburns white・・・・・・

Reminiscing, thinking, and telling, but a wisp of salty mist unconsciously crept up the corner of his eye.

"Mom and Dad, are you okay? my son misses you!" shouted out such a sentence silently, Mo Ran's narration came to an abrupt end, and before he knew it, he had burst into tears, beside him, Anne snuggled up to him, clasping her hands on her knees, as if she was listening to him quietly, and seemed to be using her own body temperature to give warmth and comfort to the weak boy at this moment.

Others can't know, let alone imagine how Mo Ran survived this year.

He gritted his teeth and insisted on finding food to eat when his peers complained about the hardships of going to school in the ivory tower, when his peers reached out to their parents for money to buy beautiful clothes, he was trying to build a place to live, and when his peers hated his parents' nagging, he spent cool nights alone in a dark cave・・・・・・

Don't dislike that the world has given you too little, you can only say that what you can see and feel is too humble.

Mo Ran, a minor child, was able to fight his way out of the Beast Paradise in isolation, and his courage and courage were rivaled by several people.

Looking at the tears that slipped down Mo Ran's face, Anne sincerely felt that her throat was clogged, and an indescribable sourness spread in the atrium, making people can't help but have a sour nose.

I wanted to comfort him a few words, but I found that my language skills, which I was quite good at, were almost useless at this moment, and all I could do was to accompany him silently.

"Mo~You..."

"I'm fine, it's just been out for so long, and I'm a little homesick. Annie's voice woke him up from his deep memories, stretched out his hand to wipe the cold tears on his face, Mo Ran smiled a little self-deprecatingly, it had been nearly two years, and this was the first time he had shed tears so carelessly.

In the past, it was not that he was not weak, but every time at this moment, he would grit his teeth fiercely and shout in his heart: "Mo Ran, no matter how painful it is, no matter how sad it is, you have to go through it and go on! Otherwise, you will be completely buried here, and you will never go back!"

In this way, he anesthetized himself over and over again, he went through the ups and downs of nearly two years, and honed a breath of natural biology in the wind and rain, that is, ruthless!

If you don't have combat power but don't have special abilities, you won't be able to survive here. To give a simple example, the rabbit that lives in the jungle is so delicate and weak that it seems that a bird can scare it away, but its agility and alertness cannot be ignored.

It is this constant awareness of danger that allows this weak herbivorous race to thrive, and they can be found almost everywhere on land.

Why doesn't Mo Ran want to laugh and laugh at his parents' knees, why doesn't he want to enjoy the prosperity and luxury of the humanistic world carefree, and why doesn't he want to sleep lazily in the warm quilt every day?

But he can't, he has to face the most brutal living conditions, face the food crisis that can happen at any time, and face the ambush of wild beasts in the dangerous jungle. None of this was what he wanted, but it was something he had to face.

There is a good saying: 'People are forced out.' If there was a choice, who would give up their privileged and comfortable life and come here in search of excitement?

The ever-present crisis tempered his will, tempered his muscles and bones, and at the same time buried his weak young heart.

The cold mask and heavy baggage for so long had almost made him forget what it was like to cry and laugh normally.

Until this moment, the inadvertently triggered inspiration made him re-become a young man at the age of seventeen, and found the weakness that belonged to young people.

Like a flash in the pan, Mo Ran quickly collected his emotions and returned to his face with almost no extra expression. The speed at which her face changed made Anne feel sincerely surprised and distressed.

Even if the young man was weak, it was only for a brief moment, and he released his suppressed emotions and returned to calm.

In the past year or so, how much has he carried alone?

No one knows, the only one who knows is the person concerned, Mo Ran himself.