Not long after, Ye Zheng and Andrew returned to the small island where they used to live together.
Andrew still kept his back to the sky, "Clang", it called out, looking at Ye Zheng with big eyes, as if wondering why she didn't hurry up. Ye Zheng couldn't say clearly that she was too embarrassed along the way, and maintained a posture for a long time, and now her whole body is a little stiff. She grinned and moved her shoulders and arms, and then supported Andrew to stand up from the water, and then staggered from Andrew's body to the beach.
Although his feet were still a little weak, Ye Zheng tried to walk as fast as possible, and wanted to go back to Xiaoshiwo first.
"clank."
Andrew called her from behind again, seeing that Ye Zheng didn't look back at it, so he called again several times.
Ye Zheng looked back and saw that Andrew's whole body had already climbed ashore. It was holding a straw basket high and swaying towards Ye Zheng.
Ye Zheng was a little embarrassed: he was in a hurry to walk just now, and he didn't notice the basket when he took off his hands.
Ye Zheng had to shuffle back and took the basket that the mermaid handed her.
Andrew looked carefully at Ye Zheng, who took the basket with his head down and didn't look at it. He probably didn't find anything. He turned around and got back into the sea.
It was almost night when Ye Zheng called it, but compared to its usual schedule, it should have been hunting for food in the sea now, and it was rushing back to the sea to have another meal.
The mermaid disappeared under the sea in an instant, and Ye Zheng stood by the sea with a wet straw basket. After all this tossing, Ye Zheng felt a lot less embarrassed for Andrew, but he began to worry about it again: It must have eaten enough food to come up, and how late will it be back
The sea breeze was blowing coolly. Ye Zheng felt that her feet were a little cold. She moved her toes, but she went back to the small stone nest to light the fire pit, and then put the walrus skin on her feet.
Ye Zheng sewed up a large piece of walrus skin with a slightly thick leather rope that was cut, and thought worriedly. She didn't know if it was her illusion. She felt that the daytime was shorter than when she first came. And the weather has gotten a little cooler.
In Ye Zheng's hand was a sharpened bone needle. It was much thicker and clumsier than the modern steel needle. Ye Zheng used it to sew through the walrus's skin with difficulty, and sew it crookedly. She hardly used needles and thread before, so her clothes would not be worn, and if the buttons fell, her mother would help to sew them up. She barely managed to sew a few stitches during the handicraft class—just those few stitches did not produce any finished products.
Up to now, what she uses in her hands and what she wears on her body has been made by herself. Of course it didn't look good, but it was usable and strong, and Ye Zheng was already satisfied.
But now, Ye Zheng, who originally wanted to sew again tomorrow, sat by the fire pit and continued to sew her clothes under the afterglow of the sun and the firelight.
Ye Zheng thought to himself, that shouldn't be an illusion, the weather is really cooling down. She still remembered that she had drawn more than 50 orthographic characters on the tree, and she had lived here for more than 200 days. According to the earth's calculation, two-thirds of the year has passed. Therefore, she had always thought that the small island where she lived now should be in the tropics with high temperature all year round, and had not paid much attention to climate change.
But now, Ye Zheng is thinking a little nervously, what if more than 200 days are just one season? One day here is about twice as long as on Earth, so maybe there are not only three hundred and sixty-five days in a year.
Thinking that this island might be entering autumn, Ye Zheng couldn't sit still. You can stay warm by sitting by the fire, but what if it rains? Thinking of this, Ye Zheng only felt that if he didn't get the walrus skin clothes ready quickly, he would not be able to rest his mind. Anyway, the clothes could be worn on him whether it was sunny or rainy.
Speaking of it, this is the first time she has made a serious dress style. The old walrus skins were used as bedding, covering, and simple tubular clothes. Ye Zheng just felt that he also wanted to wear a dress with sleeves. She estimated the materials she was going to use, and told Andrew to bring a big walrus back. Unexpectedly, Andrew brought back three walruses in a row, which was more than enough.
Ye Zheng was thinking about something in her heart, but her hands were getting faster and faster, until the sun completely subsided and the sky entered darkness, she breathed a sigh of relief and put the half-stitched walrus skin aside. No matter how impatient Ye Zheng is, she knows that she can no longer sew clothes at this time. She is an excellent shooter and hunter.
Ye Zheng, who put down her clothes, started to boil water again to make potato walrus soup. She added firewood to the fire pit while thinking, the mermaid gave her three walruses, should she give it something else Woolen cloth
Ye Zheng's eyes fell on the potato walrus soup in the conch shell. The walrus meat tasted a bit like mutton when cooked, and it didn't have the smell of mutton. A bowl of hot potato walrus soup, the potatoes are boiled softly, and some of them are scattered into the soup to make the soup a little thicker. With the boiled walrus meat, it is very fragrant without any seasoning. .
It's a pity that mermaids don't eat hot food, Ye Zheng thought regretfully, but he cut a new potato into pieces in his hand, added water and walrus meat, and put it on the mudstone stove to simmer slowly.
Ye Zheng cooled Andrew's portion, and then carefully scraped off a layer of oil on the soup surface. For Ye Zheng, a little bit of oil in the soup would only make it more fragrant, but she wasn't sure if Andrew would accept it, after all, even she felt tired of the oil in the soup.
She scratched two or three times, and threw the scraped thing into the fire pit.
Ye Zheng's attentiveness was right. Andrew held the conch and licked it, and then gugululu gushed it down. It also ate up the walrus meat and handed the empty conch to Ye Zheng contentedly. Ye Zheng fished out the potatoes and ate them by herself. She had long known that the mermaid would not want to eat potatoes.
Ye Zheng dipped the fresh water on the leaves, wiped the little soup around his mouth for the mermaid, and stuffed a piece of dried leaves for him to chew on.
Ye Zheng always felt a bit like modern soap when chewing, and it didn't taste very comfortable. At first, she saw a group of monkeys chewing it and then spit it out before trying to use it. Although it didn't taste good, Ye Zheng used it to clean his teeth, and it seemed that after so many days, there was no tooth decay.
However, it is not so easy for a man to accept this kind of leaf that does not taste very good. It is even more difficult than to make it accept fire. Ye Zheng and Andrew had a big fight over this leaf. Neither side would let anyone else. Andrew got angry and swam away and hid in the sea for two or three days.
But in the end, the anger ended with Andrew's surrender. He would no longer reject Ye Zheng's "soap" leaves, but every time he spit it out in disgust.
Ye Zheng pretended that he had never seen the mermaid spitting leaves into the fire pit, and let the mermaid, hurt by the smell of soap leaves, lie on his lap and began to teach Andrew to read and speak.
She thought that Andrew had a good start in learning his name. After talking about two or three children a day, he could learn hundreds of them in a hundred days, right? After adding up, she felt that Andrew's fluent Chinese would not be a dream.
But things backfired, and the two of them didn't make much progress. Except for the dozen or so words that Ye Zheng often used, Andrew's learning to speak was very slow. His comprehension of Ye Zheng's language was actually quite high, but he was very talk less.
In the end, Ye Zheng couldn't help it, and asked Andrew in a row. He thought about it slowly: "It doesn't sound good."
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Ye Zheng still didn't make much progress in teaching it to speak today. In the end, Ye Zheng, who was a little discouraged, asked it tentatively, "Do you want to learn to sing?"
Singing is a new word, the mermaid had never heard it before, it looked at Ye Zheng curiously.
How should this word be interpreted? Ye Zheng thought about it for a while, and then sang a song directly. She sang it in the name of the choir of Glory to the Lord. She sang this song a lot, and she was quite good at it.
Andrew looked up at Ye Zheng, and quietly listened to Ye Zheng sing a short passage.
After Ye Zheng finished singing, he lowered his head and explained to Andrew, "This is singing, is it good?"
In all fairness, Ye Zheng's voice is very pleasant, clear and lingering, with the tenderness of a girl. But her singing level is really average, the bass can't go down and the treble can't be lifted, and her anger is too weak. After Ye Zheng finished singing, he recalled that he didn't run away. He was very happy and felt that he had chosen the right song. She sang this song because she felt that the songs in the choir all sounded a little ethereal and ethereal, which was closer to the taste of mermaids.
Andrew could understand what Ye Zheng meant when he asked "How are you?" He knew how Ye Zheng wanted him to answer.
But this time, after hearing Ye Zheng's question, it didn't answer immediately as usual. Andrew glanced at Ye Zheng in embarrassment, then looked at the fire in a hurry, and finally looked at Ye Zheng. It flicked its tail uneasily, and after hesitating for a while, Andrew reluctantly said, "Okay."
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