Husband,Please Be Gentle

It seems that he doesn't know much about the seclusion here.

They have lived alone in this place for so many years, but they have not yet buried the external culture. They even know how to make use of the natural advantages of animals to make convenience for themselves.

Sure enough, they are not simple people. Maybe they were from some big family before they were exiled on the desert island.

Huangpuquan was surprised by his own idea.

Big family.

So, maybe these people didn't come here to avoid the war as they said.

This is not ancient times. The current situation in Southeast Asia is a little unstable, but it is not as good as forcing people to this stage.

Southeast Asia is so big, why do you have to live on a desert island.

Therefore, huangpuquan guessed that they might be some big family, who had formed a feud with others, kept their energy here, kept a low profile and waited for revenge.

He had a problem in his mind.

Saying goodbye to the patriarch, Huang Puquan went to the river and dived into the water, trying to sober himself up and sort out what he had just learned.

He has a high IQ. It's not a big problem to remember this thing.

After all, what he forgot was only about his past experiences.

And some of the skills he learned in his life have basically been recalled.

Amnesia is such a strange thing.

Zeng Jinguang, a computer genius, was hit by a car and turned into an idiot, but he didn't turn into an idiot only for computers.

This idiot is a top hacker, and Snowden may not be as good as him.

Huangpuquan raised his head from the water. The cold water flowed down his body. It was very comfortable.

He turned without warning, his harpoon against Chester's throat.

The frightened teenager looked at him in horror.

Seeing Chester, huangpuquan relaxed and put away the harpoon.

"Remember, don't appear behind me quietly in the future, you will be very dangerous."

Chester didn't understand, but he nodded.

"I wanted to call you, but you're faster than me."

Huangpuquan didn't speak.

He knows that this vigilance in his heart must be because he once lived in an extremely dangerous environment, so now even if the environment around him is very safe, he is still hard to put down his vigilance.

Chester had noticed it when he was a hundred meters away.

Chester sat down beside him and handed him two small things.

"Persimmon?" There are persimmon trees in this place.

Don't persimmons ripen only in autumn? Now it's Midsummer weather. There are persimmons.

Chester nodded: "yes, my aunt made it. You can try it. It's delicious."

Huangpuquan took a bite, very familiar with the taste.

It seemed to coincide with a place in his memory, but he still couldn't remember it.

Probably, persimmon is something in his hometown, so he will feel familiar with it.

Huangpuquan found that once he found something very familiar, he could not help but think of the woman with the same God in his mind.

Even though he knew it might not have something to do with her.

Like the persimmon in front of us.

Chester asked, "brother Quan, are you homesick?"

Huangpuquan nodded, extremely difficult to admit his weakness.

"It doesn't matter. You just take this place as your home. We are all your family."

The young man's innocent eyes made huangpuquan feel that he was too wary.

But for his own future, he had to use his mind to the youth.

"Did your grandmother tell you about the outside world?"

Chester thought, "yes, but very few."

"Do you know who your ancestors were?"

"You mean, genealogy?"

Huangpuquan's eyes lit up. He knew the genealogy.

What aborigines? They are not aborigines at all. A young child like Chester knows the genealogy.

So they are not as simple as they say.

"Every time the patriarch goes out to sea, besides bringing back something he needs, do you know who he will contact?"

Chester shook his head: "this is the secret of the patriarch. Only the next patriarch will know these things."

A vein of inheritance?

Either family totem or family hatred.

We can't let the secret disappear, or let too many people know.

Even in the family, it must be kept secret.

Huangpuquan was not interested in their secret. What he was interested in was how to use the patriarch to pass on the news.But also to pass the firm accurate ruthless, as far as possible to let the people he needs know.

"Thank you for the persimmon. Can you tell me how to make this kind of food?"

Chester was happy. "I'll take you to the persimmon tree!"

A big one and a small one ran far away on the desert island. Huangpuquan was very happy and seldom had a smile on his face.

He climbed up the tree, picked a basket of persimmons and gave Chester more than half of them as a reward for two persimmons.

He took the rest back and made persimmons with Cornelia.

It's not that he is willing to do this with Cornelia. He just knows how to use waste. Cornelia likes to do these things for him. He admits that he has taken advantage of Cornelia's feelings, but since she is willing, why not?

He went back with the persimmon, and Cornelia was very happy and happy to do so.

It's just that she doesn't know how to do it.

"In fact, it's delicious to eat like this. Why make biscuits?"

"It's not a biscuit, it's only dried fruit..." Huang Puquan said that he was stunned for a moment. This is hard work. It's not dry fruit, or is it called preserved fruit?

Whatever his name is.

"Because it's delicious." He summed it up briefly and roughly.

Cornelia nodded vaguely. She didn't have the Chinese level to understand the names of every kind of food.

So she didn't know what huangpuquan said about dried fruit and preserved fruit. All she knew was that it must be a kind of Chinese food.

Fortunately, huangpuquan had asked Chester's aunt in advance how to make these things. He taught Cornelia the production process and left it to Cornelia to try it out.

Both of them are not good at making food. Although they know the process, they really start to do it, one by one.

The last half box persimmon was basically eaten as fruit by two people.

A lot of them have been thrown away.

Fortunately, I don't want money, otherwise I really love you.

Although she failed to make persimmon, Cornelia found herself very fond of it.

She pestered huangpuquan to take her to the place where there was persimmon tree, picking persimmons to eat.

Huangfu couldn't resist, so he had to take her with him.

Cornelia is also very cute when she doesn't play tricks. Unfortunately, huangpuquan doesn't like her at all.

When you look at a person who is not pleasing to the eye, everything she does is not pleasing to the eye.

In the jungle, there are all kinds of small wild fruits.

Of course, there are countless dangers behind these delicacies.

Needless to say, in case of wild animals, it is equivalent to the death tag on the body.

So when Cornelia herself was happy to leave, huangpuquan always kept vigilant.

He really didn't know what was in it. The desert island was too small for the mainland, too big for a person, and the jungle was full of mystery. He didn't dare to relax.

Cornelia found a kind of pink fruit, especially sweet, juicy and plump. It was like jelly when she bit it.

It's beautiful.

Huangpuquan lost her memory. She didn't have it. Everything she had ever touched was still in her mind.

Living here for so long, Cornelia doesn't miss the prosperous world at all, but she can't and dare not go back.

Once Tom finds her, huangpuquan can't live.

"Right! Try it. It tastes like jelly

Huangpuquan has no interest in jelly, a kind of junk food synthesized by various artificial additives. He waved his hand: "you can eat it. I don't want to eat it."

"What's so pretentious that big men can't eat jelly? It's not jelly. "

Huangpuquan was very upset: "you'd better come down immediately after eating. Don't forget that this is a jungle. Maybe there is a snake on the top of the tree."

When it comes to snakes, Cornelia's face immediately changes.

She didn't forget the terrible feeling when she was bitten by a poisonous snake last time.

At that time, she thought she was going to die. She felt uncomfortable all over. It was an unforgettable experience. No one wants to do it again.

She took a look at Huangfu Quan and thought subconsciously whether he remembered how they met.

But his face doesn't look like

Cornelia, a little disappointed, climbed down from the tree and stood beside him: "I don't think you're happy."

Huangpuquan is really unhappy. No one has time to be happy when he is alert all the time.

"The jungle is too dangerous. We can't go too deep here, or we'll be in trouble if we can't get out."

The two of them live alone outside, not with the local people.

Even if it is missing, it may not be discovered at the first time.

That's really troublesome.

Cornelia didn't care."What are you afraid of? Quan, you have rich experience in jungle life. Besides, there is no shortage of anything here. As long as there is food, we will go out sooner or later. What are you worried about? "

"You idiot, what's the use of food? Without water, you will die of thirst."

Water in food, can play the role of water, but can not completely replace the existence of water.

Cornelia thought things too simple, huangpuquan couldn't help blurting out: "I really don't know what you used to do, I can't understand that?"

When she was reprimanded by him, Cornelia turned her lips a little unhappy and was wronged: "I've been in contact with these before, but Who is free to go to live in the jungle every day Unless there's a mission. "

Huangpuquan said that casually, but she didn't think that Cornelia really took over the conversation.

His heart move, simply find a place to sit down, put out a plan to talk to her heart posture.

"You are a girl. What task do you need to enter the jungle? Do you make documentaries? "

He deliberately led.

Cornelia liked the feeling of talking about life with him, and she sat down with a bunch of wild fruits in her hand.

"No, my profession has nothing to do with journalists. In fact, neither of us is a good thing."