Romanoff was sure he had seen a spaceship when he was six years old, on a bright night after a spring rain, the air fresh as a fresh fish out of the water, and the fields full of flies. Romanov climbed out of the fence, ready to play on the water tower. When the flaming ball flew across the night sky, he was leaning against a birch tree to pee, and his palm stroked the grain of the trunk. There was a sentence on it, Bсё мгновенно, всё пройдёт. (Everything is fleeting, everything will pass.) This It was his grandfather who inscribed the line from Pushkin in 1961, when he accomplished the feat with an earpick. Grandfather often complained that it was no longer the age of poets. While he was plowing the fields, he also vented his resentment on the trunk of every tree in the farm.
A gust of unknown wind blew across his face, and Romanov felt as if there was some light on his forehead, and his eyes gradually moved away from the pee column. Years later, Romanov realized that that one head-up had ruined his entire life. He could have been a middle school teacher, a milk truck driver, or, as his grandfather had hoped, a poet. But the strange flying object involuntarily landed on an open space 500 meters away from Urabino Town, dragging a long tail of thick smoke, like a phantom caused by shaking when taking a photo. The curfew had been in place since nine o’clock, and Romanov was sure no one but himself had witnessed the miracle. There is only a cornfield away from the place where he fell, and he didn’t hesitate for a moment, as if the lost thing was a part of his body, he followed the direction curiously and impatiently.
That night he saw the unclaimed spaceship, which dug a large hole outside an abandoned cabin. When Romanov arrived, it was as safe and harmless as a pearl nestled under a shell. This spaceship is completely different from the ones in the literacy textbooks. It is not a long-barrel rocket, nor is it a dish-shaped flying saucer. Its top is a huge spherical space, and a circle of propellers is connected to the end. The whole looks like an octopus with its tentacles tightly wrapped together. Romanov picked up a metal stick from the power grid next to the wooden house, climbed into the pit, and hit the head of the spaceship vigorously. After the metal stick collided, it made an ethereal sound of “hissing, sizzling”. Even though he was still young, he understood This kind of sound is not produced by objects on the earth.
The next day, strange changes took place in the town of Urrabino. First, some residents noticed strange-shaped cracks on the window panes, and then the cows on the farm began howling for no reason. The workers excitedly thought that it was about to give birth to a calf. . More attentive residents noticed that after turning on the faucet, the speed of water falling slowed down. The large bathtub that could be filled in half an hour now takes forty minutes. Romanov’s grandfather was probably the only one who was excited, because he felt a sudden influx of poetic inspiration in his head. In just one day, he wrote nearly a thousand lines of poetry.
After the spaceship was discovered by the residents, people from the government came, and they blocked the entire town of Urabino. The people in the town were first sent to a disaster relief camp, and then arranged to a new residence. The town of Urbino was designated as a military research base, and the government required the residents to keep it secret, but they did not ask them to sign any non-disclosure clauses with incentives, because officials believed that even if the matter spread outside, no one would It would be ridiculous enough to believe it was true.
After leaving town, Romanov lived with his grandfather for seventeen years. That experience left an indelible impression on Romanov. Since then, he has hardly missed any night, and always looks up at the night sky devoutly when the moon rises. He believes that among the shining stars there will be one for him. fall. As time passed, he had to admit that everything that happened that night was just an accident. Alien spaceships would not visit the earth frequently, and humans did not take aliens seriously at all. They were just used to enrich the imagination elements of science fiction. After realizing this pessimistic reality, Romanov decided to take the initiative. Not long after graduating from middle school, he immediately joined an aviation club to learn flying skills, and then entered the best flying school in the Soviet Union with honors. Having experienced two world wars, all countries understand the importance of aerospace technology, and the officers of the flight school have repeatedly emphasized to them that the future war is a war of aircraft. But Romanov believes that they are short-sighted, and there are far more important things than war in the deep and bright vast space outside the earth.
Until graduating from aviation school, Romanov never doubted that his fate would be different. Although he has a dull personality and is not a scheming person, he was never bullied during the years he was studying at school. Romanov commanded awe with an intelligence and self-confidence that surpassed his peers, what his grandfather called “the qualities of a poet.” In his first test flight, he got the best result in the history of the school. Whether it was level flight, turning or circling, he was as easy as riding a magic broom under his crotch. But on the day when I got my graduation certificate, the emptiness came to my mind violently. All the struggles in the past seemed to disappear suddenly, and the never-ending sound of “hiss, ss, ss” in the depths of my memory also stopped like a power outage. beat.
Romanov later realized that there were times in life when one absurdly doubted one’s own worth, when what he believed to be true was slowly losing its meaning. At one point he walked into a dead end, unable to explain his bewilderment. He once returned to the town of Urbino, which is now a barren space with no houses, no water towers, and no spaceships. The gloomy sky enveloped the solemn land, and the starlings on the trees uttered a few bloody cries. This place is no longer called Urabino, but a place called “Area 23”. In the face of this desolate and barren land, even if the memory is trained as a sharp razor, it is still difficult to clearly describe that extraordinary night under the wash of time. He began to suspect that it was an experience that came out of a dream, because the impression of a six-year-old child is difficult to be convincing evidence.
At that time his grandfather was also very old, and he stopped writing poetry, but started a business selling paper flowers on the banks of the Neva River, and the paper he used was cut from his own poetry book. He wrote poems all his life, but the customers came for those exquisite paper flowers, and even suggested that he change to some colored paper without letters, so that the business would be better. The old grandfather spent a whole old age, and he didn’t wait for the person who opened the paper flower to read his poems.
One dimly lit night, Romanov insisted on talking to his grandfather about the old days, especially the time they spent in the town of Urabino. But his grandfather told him very clearly, don’t be stupid, we’ve lived here since you were born. Romanov thought, where is this? After a short questioning, he came out of the gorgeous dream, and the objects in his sight finally had sharp edges and corners. Here is Mezdal, a border town near the Baltic Sea, a fairyland on earth swaying with a great slogan: When you forget time, time also ignores you. All soldiers who have been traumatized in the war will be sent here for recuperation. Romanov couldn’t believe it. He questioned his grandfather and said, “Your poems are still engraved on the tree trunks in Urabino town.” Come on, my grandfather said, that’s the kind of stupid stuff an ancient Greek poet would do.
Between the vague childhood memory and the unquestionable testimony of his grandfather, Romanov chose to believe the former, and concluded that his grandfather had reached the age of insanity. In the spring of 1990, on the same day that Romanov was selected into the list of Soviet cosmonauts, his grandfather died quietly at home, which almost verified his judgment. Grandfather is indeed old, and the folded paper flowers are no longer sonorous and powerful, and a gust of wind can unfold them completely, revealing the charming lines behind the flowers and leaves. Romanov collected all the works left by his grandfather. Since then, whenever he faced a critical moment, he would unfold the paper flowers like asking for a lot to see what opinion his grandfather would express.
His grandfather’s first apparition, during a psychotechnical test, nearly saved Romanov’s entire career. It is a quality test to test whether the ability to work under forced speed and complex conditions can be guaranteed. It was first proposed by a famous aviation doctor in the 1920s, and was later incorporated into the astronaut selection system. Before entering the test chamber, Romanov opened a paper flower, which wrote that the earth is not the only planet, and there is no name for the place where the meteor fell. After the test began, Romanov conducted a drill in the water pool when the spacecraft was in distress. It was necessary to activate the emergency device in the event of equipment failure and send a distress signal with coordinates. It was difficult for Romanov to adapt to the bulky space training suit for a while. The sudden floating feeling made him unable to perform sufficient calculations in a small space. He soon entered a state similar to drowning, and his brain was separated from his body and functioned alone. By the time he came to his senses, the bell had already rang for the end of the test.
The Soviet Cosmonautics held a special meeting for this, because no one expected Romanov to burst into imaginative verse in that situation, and besides, the best cosmonauts also mistyped at least two coordinate numbers , which makes it difficult for them to choose the last candidate. Until one of the scientific expert team was surprised to find that the coordinate location in the test question was once the place where an unknown meteorite fell, which happened to echo the second half of Romanov’s poem. As soon as the news came out, even the trainer, who had never been optimistic about Romanov, lamented sincerely that it just happened like this. The results of this test made Romanov undisputed as an astronaut piloting the Little Bird spacecraft.
There was another important reason for Romanov’s selection for Little Bird, which Fatelev pointed out to him in March 1992. At that time, they had been more than 300,000 kilometers away from the earth, and they had been floating for six months. Time had already lost its texture, just like the vague years spent in Mezdal. People like us who have no relatives are more likely to be sent on classified missions, which helps them keep their secrets better, Fatelev said. This mission started in September 1991. On the afternoon before departure, Romanov watched the towering Little Bird on the lawn outside the launch center, smoked two packs of cigarettes in a row, and regarded it as a farewell The last enjoyment, when he was addicted to smoking in space, he could use this taste memory to spare no effort to shut his mouth. The next morning, Romanov lay in the space capsule, the great countdown echoed in his ears, he tried to stay focused, kept opening and closing his palms, for fear of suddenly waking up from a strange bed, just like his Countless dreams that happened to come true in the past years are like dreams. There was a constant tremor after the ignition, and the numbers on the dashboard began to flash. He had imagined the process of riding a rocket ascent as riding a bumpy elevator that never looked back, until that moment he began to blush at his ignorance. As the sky darkened, Romanov finally reunited with the source of his memory, and the lost soul at the age of six returned to him. He opened his arms intoxicated, as if he was going to hold the sun and sighed, I need such a moment in my life.
This so-called “homing plan” proposal is the most absurd idea in the history of Soviet spaceflight. It originated from the spacecraft discovered in the town of Urabino, which made the Soviet authorities re-examine the possibility of aliens. They analyzed all the information in the spacecraft, but they were still unable to determine its purpose. They only found a space coordinate. After preliminary judgment, it was the place where it started. They believed that there was a passage connecting another civilization there. In 1969, when Apollo 11 successfully landed on the moon, the Soviet authorities suspected that the United States was supported by extraterrestrial technology, so they accelerated the process of the “homing plan”. people make connections. This overly sci-fi proposal has aroused the resentment of many scientists. It is better to go to church and pray to God devoutly than to entrust aliens with the hope of winning the space hegemony. But no one could explain the apparent non-Earth ship that was the only reason the plan was ultimately approved.
Although Romanov was once in a state of confusion, he always believed that he would meet that spaceship again, but it was just a little more detour, just like losing a bookmark in a book, and you can find the place where it was interrupted by turning it over from the beginning . Romanov saw it again in the space agency. It was stuck in a huge confined space surrounded by a circle of stabilizers, like an animal waiting to be dissected in a laboratory, and had lost its original vitality. Romanov couldn’t wait to pick up the metal stick and poke it at it. After twenty years, he heard the familiar “hiss, ss, ss” beating again. Romanov shuddered and got goosebumps all over his body. For a long time, the spaceship was like a guitar in the dark, and he was able to make a decent sound against the darkness. He lost it for a time, but from now on his faith never wavered a bit.
Less than three months after Little Bird’s launch, something extremely bad happened, and there was no room for redemption. At the end of 1991, the Soviet Union announced its disintegration. When the news reached Romanov, he was unwrapping his grandfather’s thirteenth paper flower, which said that life is like an old sow, which is not something you and I can handle. It took him a while to realize that his current identity is an outdated Soviet, who does not belong to any country on earth, and is facing the dilemma of never being able to land. Because all the tasks of the Soviet space station have been put on hold, and there are even rumors that it will be sold to the Germans, people have spared no effort in the complicated work of revived the economy.
Well, Romanov thought, there’s no place for me on Earth. He discussed this matter with Fatelev, and they came to the same pessimistic conclusion. No country would be willing to spend a lot of money to take them home. In addition, the “homing plan” was a secret operation. people completely forget. At that time, the Romanovs began to suffer from insomnia. Although they were in space, they still maintained the daily routine on the ground. This kind of life-saving ritual became no longer important. His emotions collapsed and he was about to puncture the oxygen mask at one point, but when Fatelev began to comfort him, he still put on a strong posture. His grandfather, an honest farmer in the Brezhnev era, taught him how to be presentable in every situation.
They are more pessimistic than the travelers in the desert, and they sit and wait to die in the never-landing dream. Every day in the universe is night. They pass the time in the cabin by talking to each other. Romanov gradually recalls the past. See how you got to where you are today. Fatelev asked, what did you see that night? Romanov said, I walked through a cornfield. Fatelev said, through a cornfield, and then? Romanov said impatiently, we have already lost, even seeing aliens is meaningless, no one can save the Soviet Union. Fatelev said, we are not doing things for the Soviet Union, we are doing things for mankind. Romanov said, I’m afraid you haven’t realized that wherever we go, we don’t go at the right time. Fatelev said, after you walked through the cornfield, what did you see?
Romanov didn’t answer, because he was reminded of new events. During the war, my grandfather was injured. A bullet grazed the cruciate ligament of his left knee, and his legs and feet became useless. After Romanov learned to walk, he often flitted around the house like a pinball. My grandfather had no choice but to start building roads. He told Romanov that he could only move within the range he built, and that the rest of the places were perfectly camouflaged traps, and once he stepped in, he would fall into the abyss. He also told Romanov that everyone on the planet moves on the road he paved. In this way, he kept Romanov by his side, always within his sight. After each day’s work, my grandfather would spend a little time repairing roads, allowing Romanov’s room for movement to expand in line with his growth rate. Grandfather said that when you are eighteen, the road will lead to Petrograd.
The night when the spaceship landed was the first time he left the road laid by his grandfather. The foreign body above his head made him completely forget the gully under his feet. He ran far away and panicked when he realized that he had fallen into something Kind of dark. He had some hesitation when facing the cornfield, but finally decided to follow the firelight. Looking back on this situation many years later, Romanov is convinced that this is the instinct of the human heart to yearn for flames. He didn’t panic, he didn’t pee his pants, he left footprints in the cornfield, and that was the first time he discovered that his feet could stamp on the ground. When Armstrong left the first human footprint on the moon on July 20, 1969, Romanoff thought it was like walking through a cornfield.
It was one of the best days of his life, when he got through the obstacles without much trouble, saw the octopus-like alien, and greeted it with a metal stick. There is a prominent space on the top of the spaceship, like an octagonal counter in a shopping mall, exquisite and smooth. He was still counting on something, when suddenly the octagon opened, emitting a light blue gleam. At this time, there were still a few sparks left on the ground, flying around the spaceship wantonly, rippling magnificent emotions in the radiance. A living creature appeared behind the opened hatch. It had muscles and a face. It wore a transparent helmet on its head. There were no wrinkles on its face, as if a mask made of coated paper floated on the surface of its skin. Romanov thought to himself, this is an alien, it is not an exaggeration, it looks like a human, and it also has five fingers. It stood on the hull and looked around, showing no ferocious attitude.
Romanov just stood there, waiting for it to come down. It was the first time in Romanov’s life that he communicated with someone other than his grandfather. He did not become a silent and introverted person like his grandfather imagined. On the contrary, because of the experience of contact with aliens, he had enough Emboldened to deal with the human circle. The alien was much taller than him, already in the form of an adult, wearing a zebra-striped protective suit. They didn’t understand each other’s language. Romanov picked up the metal stick and drew a circle on the ground. The soil was as soft as a cake, but there were a lot of bugs. He went on and drew the body, hands and feet, which are human shapes. The alien squatted down and looked at the patterns on the ground. Romanov was so excited that he drew another picture of the moon. He stretched out his hand and touched another strange arm in the darkness. He slid along the elbow and across the entire forearm. He touched the thick muscles. , I also feel the life space extending from it, it has a pulse, there are traces of blood flowing, and it seems to have the smell of musk. Romanov pointed to the sky and tapped the ground twice with a stick, telling it that it was the moon. However, the moon that night was slightly rounded, not as curved as he had drawn. But the extraterrestrial mind understood all this. It broke a stick from the weeds and wrote a series of strange characters under the moon. Romanov recognized it by the moonlight. This was the first time he learned. an alien language.
They exchanged their civilizations in this way. Romanov picked a corn and handed it to the aliens, and wrote on the ground, кукуруза (corn). There was doubt in the eyes of the alien, as if the diners were thinking about a dish they had never seen before, and Romanov understood that corn was not grown on their planet. Then they discussed butterflies, cows and bicycles. He used metal sticks as pens, shoes as erasers, and dust in the quiet fields. Later, they used ripples in the pool to start a conversation with ambiguous meanings, and gradually narrowed the distance between each other in calling and responding again and again.
Romanov’s only regret is that his encounter with aliens was too early, so that he was not prepared, and even his brain was at the most vague stage of his life, like buying a pair of large-size shoes, sincerely expect the body to grow rapidly. If it were now, he would be able to ask more about civilization, instead of just relying on a sincere child’s heart to sleep endlessly in that sleepless night. After dawn, Romanov has never seen any aliens again. Time stretches mercilessly on this road, making the memory gradually become a soft puzzle that can be broken by bullets. He needs to be on guard all the time. Only by losing can we avoid falling into a bad situation beyond recognition.
The next morning, my grandfather got up earlier than usual, and he went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, making cornflakes with milk. Romanov woke up from the bed with still unfinished fragments in his mind. He hurried outside the house and accidentally broke the coffee cup that his grandfather had used for more than ten years while crossing the porch. Grandpa said whatever you wanted to see, he was gone. Romanov ignored it and left the road he built in front of his grandfather without any hesitation or stumbling. Looking at his back, the grandfather inevitably became sad, and watched him leave his own world sadly, knowing that from now on, there will be no fence in this world that can trap him. Romanov began to ask questions about the universe, concerned about the shape of the earth, the changes of the moon and the shining of the stars, but he never cared about human beings and his grandfather.
As time passed, the grandfather felt more and more that Romanov was losing his mind in an absurd enterprise. They had countless quarrels about this, and his grandfather told him that the abyss is not under the feet, but the abyss is in the sky. But Romanov insisted that there is nothing more useless than writing poetry. Even digging a fish in the Sahara desert is more meaningful than writing two lines on waste paper. The grandfather and grandson have never been moved by the same thing in their life, and they have never been proud of each other’s career. When the grandfather was thinking about how to get the next line of verse, Romanov was concerned about how to get closer to the sky. He was punished only once in his flying career, and that was when he rose to a height beyond the safe distance during a flight drill. He was dazzled by the temptation of danger, thinking that he could break through the limitation of the sky and step into a brighter world. space. After the accident, he was severely punished and returned home with a face that could not be concealed. The grandfather did not take the opportunity to continue their quarrel. He cleaned the room for Romanov, lit a candle on the table, placed a sunflower, and burned the lines of poetry in the flames. Through the light of the fire, it was difficult for Romanov to guess his grandfather’s intentions in this act, thinking that it was a signal of reconciliation. His grandfather shook his head and said that if poetry could be easily destroyed, then it should not have come into the world.
They always get along like a layer of fog. Grandpa accompanied him through his entire childhood, but he failed to witness how he grew up. Because since he became sensible, it seems that his soul has been snatched away by something. He always mutters to himself, his eyes are blurred and slack, and he scribbles words and languages on the wall that others can’t understand at all. In order to attract Romanov’s attention, my grandfather would often bring a collection of poems in front of him and tell him proudly, you should read my poems, I got a lot of money for them. Sometimes I will say something extra, saying, without them, you would have starved to death. Grandfather longed to pry a word of praise from him, but all his life he could not do so. The emotional grandfather kept trying to get into his heart. He told Romanov that you have grown taller than me, but if the nuclear bomb falls, I will still stand in front of you. Because too much reckless emotion was poured into it, it almost became the most indecent line of poetry in his life, as if written on a piece of crumpled paper that could not be flattened, what a clumsy technique, it failed to move Romano at all. Husband’s heartstrings. Grandfather’s calmness and talent will never be displayed. He expresses unfortunate emotions in lines of confused poems, and he is doomed to be unable to settle this difficult love.
It was not until Romanov was trapped in the universe for six months that he almost understood the words of his grandfather. There are food residues floating around in the cabin, as well as papers with grandfather’s poems written on them. Among them, there are many poems written for Romanov. Grandpa wrote that there are beautiful words in the poems about love and pain, but they are also Romanov Words you will never use in your life. Another poem says that tears in the night are not reliable, and letters to Romanov are doomed. His grandfather’s words made him shed hot tears, and he became more convinced of a cruel thing. He could rekindle his feelings for his grandfather only because he had achieved the goal of chasing his life. It’s just the act of draining the emptiness after accomplishing a grand goal. He regretted that he did not spend his life well in self-defeating, and finally realized that he was a Romanov raised by his grandfather. His grandfather used useless poems to support their lives, paid his tuition fees, and sent him to Beijing. to the universe. Just like everyone who realizes that parents are not easy after adulthood, he feels guilty for this. A living human being like his grandfather has been replaced by almost transparent air in his eyes.
In the last free chat, Romanov completely broke down emotionally. He looked desperately at the earth at the other end. Due to the distance, he could easily hold it in his hand, and he also understood that this endless journey would end in the end. Death ends. Fatelev, who has always been silent, finally talked about his past. After repeated questioning, he finally confirmed one thing. He said, did you see aliens that night? Romanoff said that was the source of my bad life. I was attracted to things that I thought were meaningful, and I finally had to pay for it. Fatelev said, if this is the case, then we are old friends.
In a dim starlight, Fatelev told the story of the past. Back then, the spaceship he was on traveled in the universe for seven years and nine months, occasionally the light of a star shone in through the porthole, falling on his face like a soft ribbon guided by the wind, but it still couldn’t cover his loneliness mood. Before departure, the officer of Elephant Planet told him that you are the heart of this spaceship. This heart stopped beating when passing through the gentle night, and he landed on a planet full of wine flowing in the riverbed, thousands of ravines, full of wine fragrance, people can find a way to forget time without sleep . But the warning from Elephant was like a spell, and he set off again into the night where he could not land.
A few years back, Fatelev was selected in an aerospace selection program and became the most tolerant person on the planet Elephant Man. In this test, volunteers were buried in a glass enclosure less than two meters below the sea floor, while jellyfish and tuna swam over their heads. In the observation room, the researchers watched one person after another withdraw from emotional breakdowns. Only Fatelev persisted until the end. He had been a lighthouse keeper for eleven years before, and he had developed an invincible ability. Burning doesn’t feel like pain. Fatelev survived all opponents in this competition, and by the time he landed, journalists from all over the world had been waiting for a long time, all eager to know how a person survived such a situation without alcohol. long hours.
When Elephant Man turned his attention to the universe, Fatelev was assigned as the astronaut of the “Key Project”, he will drive the spaceship in the form of “waves” in the universe, and continuously emit notes in the empty black space , just like walking on the keys of the piano, while expanding the exploration space, while passing on the civilization of the home planet. The Elephants try to connect with other beings in the universe in this way. There was no return plan for this journey. After sailing for seven years, Fatelev lost contact with Elephant Man due to distance.
After the thirteenth communication failure, Fatelev uttered a brief lament in the boundless universe. He lay down on the blue sleeping bag, his body seemed to be descending endlessly in a well, but his soul was suddenly light Quite a lot, as if touching some kind of perception that I have never met before, my body also feels comfortable. He listed the possible and impossible things on white paper, broke into an isolated island, and lived an imperfect life in a land far away from the hustle and bustle, as if it had become a feasible thing again. What worries Fatelev most is that the ability to endure loneliness is slowly declining with age, and he urgently began to look for a place to land.
The first planet is a world built on bridges, where people are living a life of incomparable friction. They spend their lives comparing the length of their names. Ancient characters are hidden in the cores of fruits, animal skeletons and crevices in rocks. As long as they can be excavated, they can add some characters to their names, hoping to remember a thousand-character name when they grow up , so as to enter the upper class society. The villager with the longest name in history on this planet has a full 227,000 characters and has become a respected leader of all nations. However, because no one can call his full name, he has been entangled in loneliness all his life. The glory of the body cannot shine on his empty soul. He didn’t start a war, and he couldn’t fall in love. Time boiled him down to ashes. Since then, no one is willing to be a lonely king, and this leaderless planet cannot avoid the fate of disintegration after all.
The second planet falls on the boundless water. The people there live in houses that look like mineral water bottles. The two bottles collide with the current. The people in the house come out to negotiate, chat, and even get married and have children. Parenthood. If the fate is not enough, just wait for the next chance of collision, decades like a day. Fadelev parked the spaceship on the surface of the sea, he walked into a mineral water bottle, and the people inside were playing card games to kill time. Fatelev introduced Elephant Man to them and described how he came from afar. The confused expressions on the faces of these natives were not caused by a language barrier, but because they couldn’t understand why the spaceship could move without touching the sea. Only then did Fatelev discover that there is not even a single flying bird on this planet, and the gravity of the earth firmly presses all species on the sea level.
After two failed landing experiences, Fatelev lost confidence in the creatures of the universe, which was not the excitement he needed. He returned to the small cabin and continued to live a repetitive and monotonous life. Every Monday morning, he would leave the cabin and go outside in a space suit to conduct routine inspections to ensure that the spacecraft can sail forever and safely. After the inspection, he would lean on the fuselage to pass the time for a while, like a fisherman sitting on the back of a tuna, facing an ocean that can swallow everything. He really wanted to take off his swimming ring in front of the sea and jump deep into the gorgeous abyss. That would be the most graceful gesture he made in his life, and it would save him a lot of trouble in his extra life.
Although Fatelev checked all the faults in detail, an accident occurred when the spacecraft passed through the solar system. The system that maintained the balance of the spacecraft suddenly went down, and Fatelev had to discard two thrusters to maintain stability. It was the first time in years that he broke out in a nervous sweat, the ridiculous realization that he wasn’t ready to die at all. In order to seek rescue, he adjusted the radiation range of the “wave” to the maximum. To his delight, he received a response from the coordinates on the radar pointing to a blue planet after only one day.
It is the long story of a traveler on a deserted road, who gazes out of the window at a strange scene. Fatelev landed on the earth in this way, and found a little boy when he walked out of the cabin. They had a brief exchange, which made him feel the warmth from a strange planet, so he delayed taking the suicide pill. When Voyager 1 launched in 1977, he realized that humans on Earth were starting to do the same thing as him. No matter how many galaxies are separated, the creatures in the universe will be attracted by the same abyss, which is the gene engraved in the bones of intelligent civilization. From Gagarin’s first ascension to human beings leaving footprints on the moon, Fatelev saw the hope of returning to his home planet.
When he was wandering in the universe before, Fatelev passed by the earth many times, but he did not establish contact, because his ancestors made judgments about this place, which is dangerous and beautiful. After the accident, he left the spacecraft to the Soviets for them to study new technologies, and hid himself among humans. His skin gradually adapted to the sun’s radiation, and he grew hairs like human beings. He loved classical music and listened to the sound of rolling waves. He experienced a carefree life, traveling around the world, looking for mountains and forests, and I had the idea of being buried here. But the call of home still spanned the entire galaxy, and Fadelev began to look for opportunities to work at the space agency. In the end, as he wished, he was successfully elected as an astronaut in the “Homing Project”. Only one thing was beyond his expectation. He didn’t expect that one visit would change the fate of a boy.
Romanov’s spirit was so tortured that he could hardly react to this shocking narrative. He couldn’t sleep for three days in a row, and it was not easy to accept that the man in front of him came from that spaceship back then. In a daze, he remembered the poem written by his grandfather, fate is not a line, but a circle. He licked this sentence repeatedly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth in confusion. At that moment of emotional resonance, he accepted Fatelev’s past events without hindrance, and realized that the last moment on this monument of life A stone has landed safely, although it is meaningless, it is also complete.
Three months have passed since the last message, Romanov said, with no response. Fatelev said, you have to be prepared, we are going to give up the earth. Romanov said, whether I give up or not, it has forgotten me. Fatelev said, let’s say goodbye to it for the last time. After the program is started, we will no longer move around the ground. We must land before the fuel is exhausted. Fatelev’s tone was as understated as usual. Romanov gazed affectionately out of the porthole for the last time, and he didn’t think there was any obsession that could not be let go. After the order was issued, they were silent for a few seconds, as if in a tacit mourning. When the chatterbox opened again, Fatelev began to introduce the appearance of his home planet to him. It is as elegant and peaceful as the earth, with overlapping mountains and rivers, and people struggle for love and wine. Romanov didn’t care about this, but just murmured, does it share a heaven with the earth? After I die, I wonder if I can see my grandfather again?
Little Bird will arrive at its destination in three months and nine days. Before falling into a long sleep, Romanov unfolded the last paper flower left by his grandfather. It was a rose, the petals were stacked in a spiral shape, and the density between the gaps was also extremely precise. He started from the outermost petal, occasionally passing by hard edges and corners, and encountering difficult creases. He’s a little more patient than ever, ever, and it’s the only way he’s ever met his grandfather. He saw how an old man poured his heart and soul into artistic creation, how to grind emotions into fine powder. He felt a little cruel, as if he were destroying the life of a rose. When he spread it completely, he was surprised to find that there was no text on the last sheet of paper, but a pencil illustration, which showed a cornfield, a spaceship descending from the sky, and a boy in the center of the painting, facing the direction of landing run away.
There is no better solution to this life, Fatelev said, Elephants also have soft winds and distinct seasons. But he still had to be prepared to be submerged in the ocean-blue moonlight. Like walking through cornfields at the age of six, Romanoff will travel across the galaxy to be an alien on a strange planet on the other side of the universe.