I live in a desert island property

This...why is there a teacher's poster? !

Zhang Ming was really dumbfounded this time!

Seeing the exquisite appearance on the poster, he was so shocked that his heart almost jumped out of his throat!

Trapped on a deserted island for half a year, living a primitive life without electricity, mobile phones, and TV every day, when he was about to forget what a woman looks like, he actually picked up a teacher's poster?

Zhang Ming was so shocked that he suspected that he had fallen into the world of Truman!

Wait, there is still a piece of paper in the drifting bottle...

With stiff fingers, he took out the letters in the drifting bottle and read them carefully.

"Hey, brother, my name is Wang Fumin, an ordinary driver in Yunhai City."

"The drifting bottle you picked up is a supernatural wonder."

"Its owner is me, and the person it is sending to is you. That's right, it's you. Don't doubt it."

"As long as you put the bottle back into the sea, it will be sent to me again. No matter how far away, no matter how far away, it will be delivered. It's incredible. It may take a long time, but it will definitely delivered."

"After you send it back, I will send you another letter. If you have any needs, just say it directly. You are welcome!"

"The guy next to me is my good friend Lu Tuyu, your super fan, fighting for you on the Internet every day, fighting with yin and yang people, my second brother is invincible!"

"He said that he would send you some photos of the teacher to relieve your worries and boredom. Are you satisfied with this little gift? You are welcome, just ask if you have any requests!"

"How is your life recently? How do you feel? Have you encountered any difficulties? Live bravely and strong, not only for yourself and your loved ones, but also for all of us."

"In the supernatural era, everyone's life is not very good, the unemployment rate is high, and many families have lost their loved ones. But in this era, even if there is complaints, there is no way to vent it. You can't blame others, you can only blame goddamn God."

"The biggest expectation of everyone is to see how your life is going."

"If we get better day by day and can survive the difficulties, it can be regarded as giving us a little bit of inexplicable confidence."

"It seems impolite to ask too much of you. After all, life on a deserted island may be very difficult. If there is anything you want us to help with, just let me know. If we can do it, we will do it!"

"Oh, by the way, if you want to be happy, don't hit the beach, the mirage in the sky will reflect the scene on the beach. People all over the country are paying attention to your movements every day."

"Some lunatics want you to die. Of course, more people want you to live well."

"If you're really bored or lonely, you can also take a stroll on the beach. People all over the country will watch you, maybe your parents will too."

"There are still some antibiotics stuffed in the bottle, you can tell me what you need next time."

"I wish you good health and all the best, Wang Fumin."

The inscription date was seven months ago.

In other words, it took more than half a year for this drifting bottle to slowly find itself!

Zhang Ming read it several times in a row, his head became hot and his heartbeat continued to speed up.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't read the words on the letter clearly, so he took a few deep breaths and wiped his blurred eye sockets.

Then, Zhang Ming sat on the beach in a daze, watching the sun go down gradually, watching the turtles swimming around, watching the tide surge up and slowly submerge his ankles.

He used to think that he had adapted to the current life, complained occasionally, talked to himself occasionally, and occasionally spat with Shimama like elementary school students.

But in fact, there is no...

Where is it possible to get used to it?

He will always miss his rented house, although it is only about a dozen square meters, it can still accommodate his little happiness of lying down peacefully for a weekend; he misses those gay friends on the Internet, even though he always feels that he is not enough Abnormal and out of place, but they can still laugh together when they are bored.

I miss my past life, my first love girlfriend who broke up, the regrets of the past, and those people I missed.

I miss the laughter in the happy times, the pretending to be strong in the darkest moments, lies and escapes...

In the end, who became me?

Who am I again?

Now there is nothing left, I can only be me.

There was only one black stone left, rolling around lewdly in front of my eyes, and sticking to the poster against the law of gravity, shouting: "My first love girl! My first love girl! My first love girl!"

"Don't fucking call her your first love when you see a girl... If you want to know who she is, just exchange it with a hundred secrets!" Zhang Ming threw it out viciously.

Shi Mama twitched like a ghost, as if wondering whether the big deal of "One Hundred Secrets" was too expensive?

Immediately afterwards, I heard Lao Zhang reciting poems as a great writer there: "Time is really like flowing water, day and night. After a thousand years, I will become history. After ten thousand years, who will remember me."

Shimama, who originally wanted to repeat the reading, was stunned. It liked to listen to Lao Zhang's emotional life, and then secretly recorded famous quotes.

"Ten thousand years later, who will remember..."

But I didn't want Zhang Ming to point to it and say loudly: "Only this damn repeater has survived for a long time in history and recorded my existence. What a tragic thing."

Shi Mama was even more dazed. Whose life was she lamenting?

But Zhang Ming was in a good mood, so many unknown compatriots were caring about him, and even sent him a letter.

In particular, the appearance of this strange object drifting bottle means that he has another way of communicating with human civilization... Even if it is only delivered in half a year, it takes more than a year to go back and forth, that is still a way of communication. !

"I will definitely give back some gifts to all mankind!" Zhang Ming roared towards the boundless ocean.

The repeater heard the voice, and hurriedly repeated it, for fear of missing every opportunity to fart: "I will definitely give back a little gift to all human beings!"

As it was getting late, Zhang Ming picked up Shimama and went back to the camp to rest. The firewood rose up, slightly dispelling the surrounding darkness.

He wants to write back.

Gray and white memory photos flipped quickly in my mind, as if there were countless things I wanted to say to my compatriots, but I couldn't start.

I didn't bother to burn dinner, so I ate some meat and did my job.

Zhang Ming read the letter dozens of times in a row. The thin paper seemed to have magical powers, and he was about to memorize it.

Looking at the teacher's poster again, he was inexplicably ready to move.

He hadn't seen a human being for a long, long time, and a few women suddenly appeared, even if it was just a photo, but...

"On that afternoon when the sun was setting, I said to her, can I bury my head in your yellow sweater. I like your yellow sweater very much! She said shyly, no..." Shi Mama's obscenity The cheap nature broke out again, and the old voice trembled a little.

The nature of the repeater is evil, it must have its own thinking, and after learning the human language, it becomes more and more cheap.

Holding the photo of the teacher, Zhang Ming glanced at the spiritual value.

[Spiritual value: 42/200] (You are tempted by something, and you can't wait to enter a certain evil world!!)

"If you repeat it again, I will never tell that story again!"

Shi Mama immediately shut her mouth.

Shi Mama began to read the electromagnetic waves in the air: "Hi everyone, my name is Li Xianfeng. Today I will bring you the first-hand news."

Evil Fallen Zhang Ming quickly zipped up the tent and let Shi Mama keep playing the recording outside: "The first phase of the Great Xia Kingdom's defense deployment... the militia team of 20 million has begun..."

"The four oceans are occupied by mysterious areas, and the proportion of people with superpowers on Earth continues to rise..."

"Don't disturb me, I want to be alone today! Go to the turtle!" Zhang Ming yelled in the tent.

Shimama rolled away with a "gululu".

...

That night, Zhang Ming wrote a reply letter with a surge of emotion.

He really wanted to write this letter with great literary talent and write it into a full-score composition. This wonderful feeling is like returning to the period of youth when I went over the wall to play games in Internet cafes. The moment I turned on the computer, I was anxious, expecting, excited, apprehensive, and even a little bit worried...

Simply put, people have gone crazy because they have not socialized for a long time!

After writing several versions in a row, I finally wrote a barely satisfactory content.

"Mr. Wang Fumin, hello."

"I am Zhang Ming, trapped on the island, the real thing."

"Is there a mirage in the sky broadcasting me... No wonder there is an inexplicable feeling of intimacy in my heart when I approach the beach."

"Based on the previous information, I have some guesses in my mind, but luckily I haven't done anything embarrassing."

"It should be the so-called 'Earth Gaia Consciousness' that is paying attention to me. It seems that it attaches great importance to me. It may be that my use value is relatively high. Haha, it is also a good thing. It is nothing to be noticed by the world. Give it back. It gave me a little psychological comfort, at least knowing that there are still people who miss me."

"The world is changing so fast. Both you and I have begun to accept this sudden supernatural era. One year ago, we might not be able to imagine the drastic changes in the world. After one year, both you and I will Trying to adapt to this era, struggling to survive in the bigger world."

"It's been 7 months since the bottle was thrown, which means it takes 14 months to go back and forth. I really hope it passes faster, so that the letter can be sent faster."

"In the past six months, many things have happened, and I have become a lot stronger."

"Yunhai City is also the city where I used to live. It has changed a lot now. I don't know if the recent earthquake is still so violent? Has the population started to relocate?"

Zhang Ming paused, and continued to write in the letter: "My life here is so-so. It's a little monotonous, but also very simple, no different from primitive people."

"However, there is a group of sea turtles on the island, and there are remains of foreign civilizations to be excavated, which adds a lot of fun to the ordinary life."

"I hope that next time, you can send some crop seeds in a drifting bottle. I want to grow some plants here and eat some vegetables from my hometown."

"As for the risk on an isolated island, as long as it is not close to the center, it should not be a big problem."

"Now I am not so vulnerable."

"I'm doing a very interesting thing recently, excavating the heritage of ancient civilizations and obtaining supernatural knowledge. The probability of success is not small. If the mirage still exists, you should be able to see with your own eyes what I am doing; if the mirage I'm gone, and I'll send these important information back in a letter."

"It would be even better if I could express my condolences to my relatives. My parents' address is... their names are..."

"If possible, please convey to me that I am doing well now, and one day, I will be able to come back."

"Thanks to so many people who care about me, I will definitely live a good life!"

"Zhang Ming, please leave a message. On *month*day, 20**."

Thousands of words are held in my heart, as if I can't express anything.

Zhang Ming always felt that this version of the letter was not satisfactory, and wanted to write a new version again just around the corner.

For example, he wants to send back the method of "breathing" that everyone can practice, and Li Xianfeng from the province keeps hinting there.

But his current supernatural knowledge is still too poor. Whether it is the ultimate version of "Xuanwu Breathing Technique" or the simple version of "Flaming Horn Breathing Technique", it is impossible to describe the changes in human language. All the answers are too abstract, and the amount of information is too large. Human language cannot even describe the complete content.

But Zhang Ming doesn't know the "spiritual language" that can trigger human hallucinations. Behind that small drifting bottle, it is impossible to tie a stone slab of the Flaming Horn, let's take it back together (it will sound an alarm if it is overloaded).

In the end, he suppressed this complicated mood: "That's it, it's almost done."

After stuffing a piece of letter paper, there is still a little space inside the bottle.

Zhang Ming thought for a while, and added a few words on the letter paper: "I give you some dried crab meat, which can be used to activate superpowers after eating."

"I heard from the radio that there is only a one-tenth chance, which is not high."

"If you don't need it, you can sell it for money."

The meat of the golden electric eel was not given away, not because of reluctance, but because the spirit contained in it is too high, and ordinary people will have big problems if they eat it.

Crabmeat...just right.

In fact, Zhang Ming wanted to give some more crab meat to his relatives.

But the drift bottle can only be stuffed so much, so please give me some favors first.

As long as the drift bottle can be passed on, it will always be the turn of the loved ones.

In addition, as long as he can create a real "human breathing technique", there is not much need to activate superpowers. Most people's ability is actually very good.

Just like that, the bottle cap was tightly closed, and with a light throw, the drifting bottle drew a wonderful arc in the air.

As soon as the waves rolled, the yellow-brown bottle disappeared from Zhang Ming's eyes.

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(PS: Because it will be on the shelves tomorrow at 12 noon, today’s content will be updated earlier. Two in one!)