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Everything was quiet. There was no sound at all in the entire universe, only a distant and thick darkness. The sparse starlight failed to light up the space, but instead highlighted the velvet-like darkness..
“Houston.Houston...Houston! Houston, Houston...Houston.”
In the tranquility, a low voice was calling relentlessly. The straightforward voice could not feel anger or irritation, or even any ups and downs, just like a mechanical sound; but the rhythm of the call changed slightly. , the silent pause interval, the repeated copying of templates, or the long and cumbersome ending. It is such subtle differences that outline the despair in the words..
When communicating between space and the ground, in addition to calling "Houston" as the beginning, you must also state your name and title to ensure that you can clearly position yourself during the communication process. This is an official procedure for normal communication. Every astronaut must Rules that all members must know.
But at this time, the voice of the call seemed to be a prank. He kept calling "Houston" childishly, without any extra self-introduction. This was against the rules and procedures, and revealed a hint of willfulness and deepness. The despair hidden behind it - it seemed that there was nothing I could do, so I just broke the jar and threw it away..
“……”There was a long silence. Calling over and over again failed to get any response, so there was a long silence. Only the noise of the walkie-talkie band was left. This silence was so empty that it was disturbing. Then, The voice came to mind again, steady and calm, calm and stiff, it seemed that it had begun to numb, and even the last trace of vitality had begun to slowly settle..
“Houston, I'm Space Mission Administrator Ryan Stone. Do you get that?？”
At this time, a burst of chaotic and vague sounds sounded, and the curling ending suddenly stopped. Even if you didn't see the face, you could feel the violent contraction of the heart, as if it had returned from the bottom of despair to the sunshine in an instant. On the land of "Houston! Houston? Houston！”
That urgent voice was full of infinite longing and grasped the ray of hope, so urgent that it was heartbreaking..
“Houston? Please confirm your identity! Houston! AM band received your response, received? Have you received it? receive？”
There was a touch of anxiety and sincerity in the voice, and even a slight tremor - he was trying hard to suppress it, but in the end he still couldn't hide his instinct, and it leaked out inadvertently; however, there was no response, and the noise in those bands was instead Disappeared, and the world fell into silence again, as if a big hand grabbed the heart tightly, suffocating it instantly.
Take a deep breath, and you can vaguely hear the surge of air from taking another deep breath. After the sound sounded again, it was forced to return to calmness, "Are you the Chinese Space Station? Tiangong-1? Got it.？”
The sound finally came from the other end of the band. It seemed a little clearer, but it was still unclear. I breathed out gently, trying to relax my tense emotions and think of a more direct method to convey the message..
“Mayday, have you received it? "This is the internationally accepted radio distress signal, "Help! Please help. Please help..”
Ryan Stone finally appeared in the camera. His hands were on the radio FM button, trying to find a clearer signal. His stern face had no expression, and the beard above his chin was outlined. The neat facial lines highlight the depth and softness of the eyes..
At this time, his eyes were fixed on the radio in front of him, immersed in it with all his concentration, but his deep-set eyes revealed a sense of dejected sadness, and the surging emotions were breaking the calm and self-possessed mask bit by bit, trying to Breaking free, the surface control, control, and control become more and more prominent, vividly displaying the turbulent undercurrent..
Obviously he didn't say anything, just a quick glance, but he said everything.
A messy voice came from the radio band, seeming to be saying, "Are you talking about May...Day?" It didn't sound like English, nor did it sound like a conversation, but more like singing..
That sense of absurdity did not shake Ryan's eyes at all. Instead, he became more urgent and surged, as if grasping a life-saving straw, he said eagerly, "Yes, yes, please help! Please help, please help! Yes, please help!" "Over and over again, over and over again. At the end, my voice became urgent and slightly choked, as if there was an invisible giant hand holding my throat..
However, the other end of the radio was still singing to himself, and then out of nowhere, he said, "An Ning just.”
Ryan was stunned. He tugged the corner of his mouth slightly, paused for a moment, and tugged again. The sense of absurdity and absurdity finally burst out, and he laughed like this..
The corners of his mouth were smiling brightly, but the sadness deep in his eyes was flowing out. The helplessness in that desperate moment was vividly explained in a blink of an eye. Smiling, the pain in his eyes was clear. And struggling, the happiness at the corner of the mouth was tightly tied up, unable to move.
He gritted his teeth hard and did not let his emotions completely collapse. He reorganized himself and continued the communication again, "Is that your name? An Ninggang? Is that your name? An Ninggang?" After a short pause, Like a conversation between friends, Ryan called out cordially, "An Ning Gang.”
“Woo la la...An Ninggang...Mayday）.”
The voice replied that everything was a string of unintelligible syllables, fragmented and pieced together into meaningless words. When Ryan heard "Mayday" again, he finally realized that the other party did not understand. The meaning of this internationally accepted language for asking for help is just a repetition..
Just like a babbling baby.
His mind was aware of this, but his emotions were still unaware of it - or he refused to admit it. He said reflexively, "No, no, no, no, no, no, my name is not Medi, my name is Stone, and I am Rui." Dr. Eun-Stone. I need help. I……”
As he spoke, his emotions began to gradually fall apart, and the focus and focus in his eyes disappeared bit by bit. His eyes began to float helplessly, but he couldn't find a place to stay. Reason finally hit his chest and hit him. The last protective umbrella of emotion was gone, and sadness and despair filled the eyes..
The smile on the corner of his mouth rose again. Before he could give it a try, his hope was cut off again. The mixed taste swept over him with an incredible absurdity and comedy. He smiled and his eyes were covered. A thin layer of mist, and then chuckled, "Heh." The deep despair rippled, but it stirred up a stormy sea..
One stone stirs up thousands of waves.
……
There was silence among the entire crew, and even the instinctive breathing had been forgotten, let alone the action of holding one's breath. They were just completely integrated with the boundless space, as if they were also in the vast expanse. In the universe, no matter how hard we struggle, human beings are just a speck of dust in the vast universe. All resistance, all efforts, and all struggles are so insignificant..
The strong contrast between the majestic and the small, the grand and the humble, hit everyone's chest hard and hard..
Caught off guard, tears burst out of my eyes and fell to the ground; what is truly magical is that there is no sore nose, no sadness, or even the process of emotional fermentation. It is as if the tears instantly condensed deep in the soul, skipping all physical reactions of the body. It reacted with the chemical and fell directly. Even the action of wiping the tears was too late to react..
What kind of despair is that, what kind of helplessness is that, everyone has a different taste on the tip of their tongue.
Then, they saw a look of light flowing deep in Ryan Stone's eyes, which was reflected very clearly on the camera, as if it was full of vitality, which could not be hidden or suppressed. It burst out like this, making People looked sideways, but then, after realizing the truth of the matter, the sadness was released exponentially.
“Dog barking? That's a dog barking……”
Ryan listened carefully, a touch of happiness quietly emerged, and then he murmured in a low voice, "That's the signal from the earth." Because in space, you can't hear dogs barking, "That's the signal from the earth." ." He murmured again, and a series of incomprehensible soliloquies came from the radio. Ryan lowered his eyelids and couldn't help repeating the same words for the third time, "That's the signal from the earth..”
Those vague words were almost inaudible, but they faintly revealed a sense of obsession and nostalgia, and the belief of yearning to return to the earth..
What kind of loneliness is that, what kind of bitterness is that, to be like this? Just because I heard the signal from the earth, my whole person melted slowly, just like a wanderer returning home, All the strength and pretense completely disappeared, revealing the truest and most vulnerable self..
On the radio, An Ning laughed cheerfully, and along with it, Ryan couldn't help but laugh too. The mellow and warm laughter resounded deep in his throat. He was obviously smiling brightly, but that The loneliness that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved makes the smile become so bitter.
Suddenly, Rooney's eyes were filled with tears, and her vision was completely blurred. She still kept a smile on her lips, but the tears fell down one by one like broken pearls..
At this moment, she saw Ryan Stone, and she also saw Renly Hall—the Renly who looked up at the stars after the Oscars and whispered softly, "Who cares if another light goes out?" -Hall, the loss and loneliness in his bones were buried deeply, deeply, and he carefully refused to reveal his inner fragility, but he severely defeated all Rooney's defense lines..
At this moment, Renly is Ryan, and Ryan is Renly, as if all of them are in space, witnessing a eulogy of life. The passionate move makes Rooney's emotions completely burst..
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