Going to Berlin to study for graduate school? It's not impossible. Chen Cheng thought for a while and started typing, "This matter is quite important. I need to think about it for a while before giving you an answer."
Professor William, who had a big beard and looked like Marx, finally agreed when he saw "Chen" and couldn't help shouting, "Great!"
"Professor?" the secretary asked from outside, "What's the matter?"
William grinned and laughed, saying: "It's okay, I'm just so happy!"
Chen Cheng couldn't understand William's happiness. After closing the computer, he read some engineering books for a while, washed up and went to bed to rest. His thoughts became dull, and his body seemed to be falling constantly.
The earth is rapidly moving away, and the body falls into the dark universe. Vision, hearing, and all senses gradually become ineffective, and thinking gradually cools down and slows down.
I don’t know how long time has passed. To be more precise, time has lost its meaning. When there is no reference object and no material movement, the measurement of time does not exist in the first place.
As if waking up from a long-lasting dream, everything around him suddenly became clear. Sounds, smells, and mixed information came to his mind. The smell of metal and earth, Chen Cheng felt it before he even opened his eyes.
Two kinds. The eyeballs trembled slightly. When he opened his eyes, a middle-aged white man looked at him with wide eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.
Mark was really frightened. He had been in this damn place for several months. He couldn't even see a bird feather, let alone a human being. What he faced every day was the desolate land and the empty base, except for himself.
The only thing left alive is a pile of potatoes.
Planting potatoes every day, watering potatoes every day, and eating potatoes every day makes Mark feel like he is actually a potato. Maybe he has been on this desolate red Mars from the beginning, and everything like the earth is his
A fantasy. However, he is a man with extremely strong psychological quality, a man who calls himself a man among men, and an astronaut who has undergone arduous training before being sent to a place 55 million kilometers away from the earth.
Therefore, he knew very well what he had to do to survive after being abandoned on Mars. Today, after exploring the planned route, he just entered the base and saw a big living person. How could this make him not survive?
Surprised, how can I stop him from being surprised?
First he was surprised, then pleasantly surprised, and finally, Mark fell into deep self-doubt.
Does the person in front of you really exist, or is it just an illusion? Is it because you are too lonely and lonely that you imagine a living person?
However, even if that were the case, the person I imagined should not be an Asian man.
Chen Cheng watched the expression on the white man's face in front of him change constantly, and he was constantly calculating in his mind. For a moment, both of them were silent. After a long time, Mark broke free from self-doubt, and he asked seriously
Said: "Who are you?"
Mark is an American, so he naturally speaks American English. Fortunately, Chen Cheng's English is not bad, and the two of them had nothing else to do, so they quickly communicated smoothly.
It turned out that this white man's name was Mark, and he was a member of the American Mars landing program. However, due to various reasons, the other members took the spacecraft and left after the exploration, leaving him alone on this desolate red Mars.
superior.
"So, who are you?"
"Me?" Chen Cheng replied, "I'm Chinese."
"Okay, okay," Mark complained: "I know you Chinese are invading the world and selling your cheap goods everywhere, but this is Mars, what are you doing here?"
"I don't know either. Are you saying that outside this house is the land of Mars?"
"Of course, red soil, red sand and rocks, red rocks, actually, not all are red... Hey, I kind of knew you would appear here," Mark said thoughtfully
Thoughtfully: "Red China and red Mars, what a perfect match."
Chen Cheng frowned. He had entered other worlds not once or twice. He was already very experienced, but to be alone with a man who seemed to have a mental problem on a planet that was not suitable for human survival was unprecedented.
First time.
The two chatted for a while, and gradually they couldn't find anything to say. Mark thought that all this was his own fantasy, while Chen Cheng didn't like to communicate with others because of his own experience and personality. He
I prefer to observe from the side and then let everything rot in my stomach.
Of course, he is still willing to ask others for advice on things he doesn't know. Just like now, although he doesn't know what the use is, he still followed Mark to learn mechanical operation knowledge for an afternoon.
When it was time for dinner, Mark naturally took out two cooked potatoes and ate them by himself. For Mark, imaginary people naturally don't need to eat.
Chen Cheng watched Mark finish two potatoes with ketchup in three licks, and then watched the white man licking the plate with unsatisfied content, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. When the other astronauts left,
It was thought that Mark had died outside due to the accident, so there was not a lot of food left. Except for the potatoes, there was only a small amount of seasoning and sauce.
The Earth is 55 million kilometers away from Mars. It is almost impossible to wait for rescue. In other words, it won't be long before this man who is now getting thinner and still optimistic will starve to death in this empty space.
Above the lonely alien planet.
After Mark finished eating the potatoes, he put on his spacesuit and went out to do some work. After contacting the Earth headquarters, he was extremely eager to communicate with people. Through a probe launched decades ago, he was able to conduct half-delayed communication with the Earth.
hours of information exchange.
After only hesitating for a moment, Mark decided not to tell anyone about the man he saw. In the deep sea, in space, and in many extreme environments, humans are prone to hallucinations. He has read a lot of psychological books.
He has studied books and received special training. He clearly knew that he was under too much pressure, so he saw such a Chinese person.
As for why he is Chinese, he doesn’t know, and he doesn’t want to know, and he doesn’t want to be labeled unreliable by NASA. He has already heard about the power of the Patriot Movement. Although the current political environment is not like it was half a century ago. Yes, but one less thing is worse than one more thing, right?
A day passed, and Mark was able to deal with his hallucinations calmly, and he also learned some basic Qigong from the Chinese man who called himself Chen Cheng. Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but Mark felt that he slept much more peacefully. Gu Lu, on the other hand,
Feeling a little bit hungry, he hadn't eaten for more than 20 hours.
Looking at Mark sleeping peacefully, Chen Cheng began to think. In the previous world, he had accumulated a lot of reputation and gained the ability to leave freely. Now, as long as he wants, he can leave here and return to the familiar earth.
Go up. But it's easy to leave, but it's not that easy to come back to this world.
Every time he traveled was uncontrollable, he didn't know which world he would go to, and the probability of returning to this world was almost zero. In the dim light, he stood for a long time until the east became white.
Mark felt that he had not slept so soundly for a long time. When he woke up, although he still felt hungry in his stomach, his energy was as good as ever. Sure enough, Qiapuzi Kung Fu is so magical.
"Ah, hello, my Chinese friend!"
When Mark arrived, he saw Chen Cheng sitting cross-legged not far away. He greeted him happily.
"Speaking of it, astronauts are really an interesting profession." Mark said naggingly: "Although the current situation is not very good, how many people in the world can have such an experience as me? If I can return to Earth, I will definitely do it.
Write a biography, earn tens of millions, and then travel around the world on a yacht..."
After talking for a while, he began to feel hungry again. Mark touched his stomach and whined, "I really want to eat KFC's junk food again, as well as roast turkey, cheese sandwich, German ham...
.... What the experts say is bullshit, what kind of junk food, let me tell you, they are all full!"
"Are you hungry?"
"Nonsense, I've been chewing potatoes for several months, and I can only eat two at each meal!" Mark stretched out the index finger of his right hand, but felt something was wrong, and then raised his middle finger, "Two! I already have two.
I feel like I’m a potato in human form!”
"I don't have KFC here, but rice and noodles are enough. Oh, there are also some bread, dried meat and so on, do you want them?"
"I know you are a figment of my imagination," Mark complained: "But this fantasy is too real, I just don't know what I ate. In those horror movies I have watched, people who have hallucinations
, what I ate was very disgusting.”
Chen Cheng smiled and took out bread, bacon, and even beer and peanuts from the "inventory".
"Pfft!"
As the beer can was pulled away, Mark muttered, "This is all fake," but his mouth secreted a lot of saliva involuntarily. Even if it was an hallucination, this hallucination was too real. He could already smell it.
The sweetness of beer and the taste of bacon.
There was more and more saliva, and the feeling of hunger made him almost lose his mind. Fortunately, he is a well-trained American astronaut and will never succumb to mere hallucinations... etc.
, why did you start eating by yourself?
"Ah?" Chen Cheng put the cut bacon into the bread and took a bite. "I want to eat too. If you don't want to eat, then I will have to eat alone."
"Satan!" Mark complained, throwing the last trace of reason behind him. He grabbed a can of beer and poured it down his throat, then grabbed bread and bacon.
He started chewing it.
"Wow...it's so delicious!"
Mark devoured his meal and consumed all the food and beer on the table. His belly finally felt full, and he let out a long belch, "Well, you win. If you can eat like this every day,
