On the same day that the project was canceled, Shen Li's physical examination report also turned red. The supervisor said "not sharp enough" and never looked at him again. He took leave to go to sea. Then the ship sank.
Woke up on a desert island with sand in my mouth. He wiped his face and picked up a waterproof notebook on the shore. There was a line of words written by a stranger on the title page. Social animals are social animals wherever they are. Lighting a fire requires scheduling, building a tent requires division of labor, and catching a crab can knock you out three times. He wrote in the first line of his note: I didn't drown today.
There are five other brothers and sisters on the island who have also been judged as "waste" by life: the rescue veteran who talks suspiciously little, the photographer who always quarrels with him, the college student who chatters when he is scared, the nurse aunt who carries the medicine bag with her, and the eldest lady who squatted by the puddle on the first day and asked "Is this drinkable?"
Later, he left the best coconuts to others. On a typhoon night, he held the door latch and guarded the door. Someone tapped his shoulder and said, "Okay, okay." He stared at the fire for a long time.
