At the same time, thousands of miles away, uninhabited islands.

The uninhabited island is not the name of the island, but there is indeed not a living person here.

Xie Shi sat in the shade of a tree, holding a short knife in his hand, sharpening a huge master.

In winter, the trees and forests withered, and this uninhabited island looked depressed and dangerous.

And he was leaning against a tombstone with his back.

The tombstone was crudely made, just a large, smooth stone.

The words on it also seem to be drawn out of stone by people, crooked, and it looks like it is very wasteful.

He cut off the knots of the bamboo in his hand to make it smooth and threw it into the pile of bamboo next to him.

When he was done, he came back and sat down against the tombstone, looking at the rolling river flowing eastward not far in front of him.

Then he took the hem of his robe, wiped the tombstone, and wiped his fingertips: "I'll be here today, and I'll come back tomorrow." ”

He got up and patted a handful of dirt on his body, and walked south with a short knife in hand.

The tombstone behind him was reflected by the setting sun, and the word 'Xu Bai' looked rough and solemn.

On the way back, he caught a pheasant and carried it back to a wooden house.

The wooden house looked small, the main body was supported by tree trunks, and the roof was densely lined with a row of bamboo.

A person poked his head out of the ribs holding his abdomen, and it was Song Xun: "Back?" ”

"What's wrong?" Xie Shi threw the pheasant aside and went up to support him.

The furnishings in the room are also simple, with wooden tables and chairs, and a wooden bed.

There was a dirt pit in the middle of the house, and there was wood burning in it, and the inside of the baking house was warm, which was completely different from the outside.

Xie Shi helped Song Xun sit down, filled the pit with firewood, and turned his head to Song Xun: "Just cook a chicken soup tonight?" The mountain mushrooms I picked up yesterday haven't been cooked yet, so you can boil them together. ”

"You're going to chop bamboo again?" Song Xun didn't answer the rhetorical question, and held one of his hands in front of his eyes.

The hand was badly cracked, and there were some burrs on it, and it hadn't been cleaned properly.

With Xie Shi's face, it is too disobedient.

Xie Shi is not Ji Shiyan's appearance that is intimidating to people quietly, nor is it Xu Bai's unassailant humility.

was born in the rivers and lakes, but he is more of a kind of composure of a son, at first glance, he looks like a natural champion.

If these hands didn't hold knives, maybe everyone who saw it would think that Xie Shi was just a scholar.

Xie Shi didn't say a word, and wanted to smoke it back, but Song Xun held it more steadily.

One was sitting and the other was standing, and Song Xun could see the emotions in Xie Shi's eyes when he looked up.

That day, Xie Shi ran down the cliff in order to save Xu Bai, and in that momentary hesitation, he was kicked down.

The experience of the three of them after that was like a choreographed play.

- They were washed up by the current to this uninhabited island.

Next to the island, the water is turbulent and diverges to two places.

And no one has ever visited this island, and not only that, but they can't get out.

There was no boat, a wounded.

Except for Xie Shi, Song Xun and Xu Bai were both seriously injured.

And Xie Shi didn't see Song Xun's kick at all, he only thought that Song Xun also jumped down to save him.

Xu Bai was almost directly hit in the heart by that arrow, and he soaked in the water for too long, and when Xie Shi brought him ashore, he already had no air in and out.

Song Xun broke several ribs and was bedridden for more than a month.

They didn't have a way out, and no one searched here.

Fortunately, Xie Shi learned some medical skills from Qingjiujiu, and he was barely able to heal his injuries.

But Xu Bai didn't stand it in the end.

He died seven days ago.

Today is also his first seven, Xie Shi got up early in the morning and went to the tombstone that was set for him.

No one has ever come to this island, but there is one person left who can never get out again.

Xie Shi didn't have anything special on the surface, he came back wrapped in cold air after staying outside for a day, and the first sentence was to ask Song Xun what he wanted to eat at night.

"It's so cold, roast it quickly." Song Xun moved his hand to the side of the fire pit, and was surrounded by warmth.

Xie Shi didn't say anything, and seemed to be tired, so he sat down on the low stool on the side.

Everything in this house is made by him, from the house, to the table and chair to the bed, all of which are taken from the resources of the island.

"What's wrong?" Song Xun saw that he was in a trance, and touched his eyelashes.

Like a small butterfly, Xie Shi's eyelashes fluttered, and he looked at Song Xun: "The bamboos have been cut enough, I will try to put them together into a bamboo raft tomorrow, and when your injuries are recuperated for another half a month, we should be able to leave." ”

Xie Shi has been like this since the day Xu Bai died, although it doesn't seem to be much different, but Song Xun knows what the difference is.

"Are you still blaming yourself for Xu Bai's death?"

Hearing Xu Bai's words, Xie Shi's eyes trembled violently.

The Adam's apple unconsciously made a swallowing motion.

He hadn't forgotten how Xu Bai smoked in front of him, he was too seriously injured, and Xie Shi had always been obsessed with hanging his life with herbs.

But Xie Shi knew that his wound was actually very painful, and he was in a trance at the back.

For more than a month, for people who are seriously ill and dying, time will be stretched infinitely.

But Xie Shi couldn't give up.

From the beginning of his entry into the Medicine King Valley, the first person he knew was Xu Bai.

He was seriously injured and was picked up by Qingjiujiu, Xu Bai, as the manager, saw at a glance that he had a quiet personality and arranged for him to live in Lin Xie.

During the period of recuperation, Xu Bai was also meticulous to him and arranged it properly.

The group of people in their Medicine King Valley are like partners, more like relatives.

On that trip to the mountain, when Xu Bai did not hesitate to block that arrow for him, he really wished that the person who died was himself.

He has not had a home since he was eleven years old, and it was Qingjiujiu and Xu Bai who gave him a home.

Now that Xu Bai is dead, he can't even take him home.

When Xu Bai died and was buried, Xie Shi actually didn't show any sadness.

He's not good at keeping emotions on his face.

But after holding on for so many days, and now being held by Song Xun, he felt that he wanted to talk.

"In my life, I always get something inexplicably, and I lose something inexplicably."

The fire burned brightly, crackling with the sound of air exploding in the wood.

Song Xun was quiet for a while: "A person's life is a process of constantly waving goodbye to the past and welcoming new things, Xu Bai also said, if the arrow is stabbing at him, you will not hesitate to block it." ”

Xie Shi actually understands everything, but it is one thing to understand, and it is another thing to accept.

He's lost too many times.

Parents, relatives, Xu Bai.

"Do you know that my real name is not Xie Shi?" Xie Shi exhaled a turbid breath: "When my real name and surname are shi, my name is drunk." ”

Song Xun's eyes flashed with obscurity, Xie Shi didn't look at him, if he did, he might feel that Song Xun at this time was a little complicated.