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Chapter 3 [Fanren] Survival on a Deserted Island

Everyone dies, but one cannot wait to die.

After four years and two months, Chuck was finally ready to go out to sea and fight for life and death.

A homemade wooden boat, a package, and a Wilson.

"We're leaving. I'm in charge of rowing the boat. You just need to sit still."

Chuck Wilson said.

Wilson is a smiley face.

When he was about to be photographed by the biggest wave, Chakra opened the door of the phone booth and finally came to the calm sea without any danger.

However, fate does not always happen the way people hope.

Storms, waves... The sea is full of changes, and Chuck can't hold it anymore.

finally--

A wave hits and Chuck loses consciousness.

The camera pans to Chuck the next day.

The scorching sun at sea was far more scorching than on land, and Chuck was almost sunburned to death.

Wilson shook the wooden pole: I will paddle, you just sit down.

But Wilson couldn't hold on anymore, he fell from the boat!Pushed farther and farther by the waves—

"Wilson! Wilson! . . . "

Chuck, who had lost Wilson, yelled loudly, only to find Wilson in the distance after turning around.

He pulls a rope, but he can't pull the boat!

The wooden boat was still motionless with bleeding in his hands, and he cried: "Wilson! I'm sorry! Wilson! I'm sorry!"

I don't know that Chuck has been drifting on the sea alone for a few days, and he has closed his eyes numbly.

But he woke up under the gentle water jets sprinkled down one after another.

He turns around—

That's a boat!a ship!advanced!Inhabited boat!

……

"FedEx - four years ago, lost five siblings, and today - one of our brothers is back and he's Chuck!"

Chuck didn't want to hear that.

He wanted to feel the world—and meet the person he missed four years ago.

"I'm Spalding... your dentist, Kelly's husband."

……

Meet and say goodbye to Kelly for the last time.

Chuck didn't let go, but went with it.

He drove alone to deliver the package that kept him alive.

He put it where it belonged and turned to leave.

"It saved my life."

Chuck was now at the intersection of the intersection, silent for a long time.

He got into the car, turned on the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and drove off into the distance.

------Prequel------

"Mr. Chuck—are you really going to choose to deliver the courier to those islands?"

"Yes."

In this way, Chuck drove a boat to deliver couriers between the islands——

In the very same sea where he lost Wilson.

In the dead of night.

Chuck often thinks of his time on an isolated island, a pair of shoes, a toothache, fish, crabs, coconuts, and blurred faces in caves, and——Wilson.

Although he is alone now, he has a radio, a mobile phone... everything in a civilized society.

But he likes talking to the mirror the most.

"There's ice in my glass."

"Right, it really is different from the isolated island."

"Wilson, do you think you're doing well?"

"Of course! I came to a small island, coconut trees, crabs, fish, just like us on the island! But there are people everywhere."

"Then go and play!"

"Ok."

Chuck shaves in front of the mirror, and the people in the mirror follow him.

Chuck wiped his face with the veil as usual, and suddenly, he tore off the veil and threw it to the ground.

"Who are you?!" He was a little frightened, and put on a defensive posture.

"You in the mirror." The person in the mirror rested his chin, and leisurely moved a chair, crossed his legs, and clasped his fingers against his chin. "Or—you can call me Wilson."

Chuck tried to smash the mirror, but he calmed down. Instead of trying to attack the person in the mirror, he said, "Wilson, that's just a volleyball."

Yes, it's just a sustenance to keep myself from going crazy with my own bloody fingerprints on it.

"I didn't say I was your volleyball." He stood up and leaned closer to the mirror, Chuck could see every part of his face, he smiled: "But Mr. Chuck, I didn't lie, I It is indeed you, I just said my name is Wilson. That must be true, haha."

Since that night, there has been another Wilson in Chuck's life.

But this Wilson could talk.

Mirrors are their barriers - and bridges.

Chuck found that this Wilson was probably a scientific researcher, and he often saw him wearing a uniform with his clothes buttoned up to the top.Many subordinates and the like came to him, he could read lips, and the name he called was Dr. Chuck.

But he preferred to call him Wilson.

So, without any agreement or requirement, Chuck carried a small mirror with him when he went out to deliver the courier, just like he also brought Wilson with him when he escaped from the desert island.

Wilson occasionally raised his head from his thick pile of documents, and he could see different moving scenery. Every time he saw the wonderful scenery, he couldn't help sighing: "Your place is so beautiful. Our place is made by banter It’s just a colony surrounded by steel. Outside there is stale air and dust. But—soon, we will have a major breakthrough.”

Chuck also probably knows that Wilson is a person from another world, or another self on another track of the earth's development.

In this way, day after day, year after year.

Chuck and Wilson also dated for four years.

The two became friends, no, not just friends - no one in this world knows you better than him, no one knows you better than him.

The two had many wonderful moments together.To travel, to see different places, and to meet different people...

Chuck was used to rubbing the mirror now and then, and Wilson was used to not being alone anymore.

Chuck said, "Wilson, can I touch you?"

On Wilson's side, a lot of people were talking excitedly, with excited faces, and everyone's faces were eager and grateful.

Wilson also wanted to share his joy with Chuck, so he turned around. Although Wilson knew that Chuck could see every corner of his place, he still used to talk to the mirror on his desk.

"Okay." Wilson showed a very pure smile.

So Wilson got busy, but everyone on their side was in a hurry.

Chuck also spends less time bothering Wilson.

One day after the two went on a trip, Wilson smiled and said to Chuck: "In about three days, we will travel through billions of light years and come to the earth. Will you welcome me?"

Chuck opened his arms: "If you are harmless to the earth, then you are welcome, my friend."

Wilson replied: "You have to believe that you can't stop us. Before the earth was detected, all the surviving people here survived by relying on high technology that you can't imagine. But I promise, we will never harm Any earthling."

……

People from another world came and left silently. If he hadn't seen the landmark building behind Wilson, he would have thought he had been deceived.

Chuck was on his way to where Wilson was when he arrived and parked.

But I saw Wilson looking into the mirror and said, "Chuck, I'm going to tell you one thing—"

"We are people from another planet. That planet has the same life forms and landforms as your earthlings. There, it was as beautiful as your earth before. And it is about to end there. We also want to to solve this problem.

You also probably know my identity. I am the sole dean of the only research institute in the only living settlement on that planet. When the planet Earth was detected, everyone had hope. At the same time, I also contacted you .Just by taking a little element of this planet, a little matter and bringing it back... we can make it infinitely larger.Until our home planet has mountains, water, and clean air.To use a certain saying on this planet, it is 'a spark can start a prairie fire'.

Now, we have completed our task, those who want to stay can stay, I, is one of them, I want to see you my friend.

However, we can't meet, let alone hug.

Your scientific thinking is just like what Mr. Hawking said, yes, he can indeed be honored as 'Mr.', there is matter and anti-matter in the world, and there must be a relationship between the same people, just like children and parents, let alone exactly the same What about people?

Probably, Chuck, you are the 'anti-me' of this universe.

Once we make contact, then—we'll all probably disappear.

Even so, do you want to see me? "

Chuck went from startled to frightened to calm, and finally firm.

"I want to see you, even if I lose myself."

"No, no, you can't say you lost yourself, haven't you found your 'self' again?"

Wilson leaned back in his seat relaxed, waiting for Chuck, in the mood to crack a joke.

"Every one of us will die, but we can't wait to die - when you find that you have more important things to achieve. I also thought about giving up, but a package sparked my hope of life. But my only Unfortunately, I lost my Wilson, I don't want to lose again, this time, I want to choose Wilson."

Chuck put down the car keys, closed the door, sorted out his clothes, and walked towards Wilson.

Wilson sat under the umbrella, showing him a very familiar smile.

He held out his hand: "Hello, me."

Chuck stretched out his hand, took Wilson's hand, and pulled him towards him. He hugged Wilson, and he also hugged himself——

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