Chapter 1112: 1112
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Wan Lai was quiet, and in the entire universe, there was no sound, only a long and deep darkness. The sparse starlight did not light up the space, but more and more contrasted the velvet-like darkness.
"Houston. Houston... Houston! Houston, Houston... Houston."
In the silence, a low voice was calling out unswervingly. The flat and straightforward voice could not feel anger or irritation, or even any ups and downs, as if it were mechanical sounds; but the rhythm of calling changed slightly. , Silent pauses, repeated template duplication, or long and cumbersome endings are such subtle differences that outline the despair in the discourse.
When connecting between space and the ground, in addition to calling "Houston" as the beginning, you must also report your own name and title to ensure that you can clearly locate it during the communication process. This is an official procedure for normal communication. Every astronaut The rules that all employees must know.
But at this time, the calling voice seemed to be a prank, childishly calling out "Houston" without any extra self-introduction. This is not in compliance with the rules and procedures, and it faintly reveals a willfulness and deepness. The despair hiding behind it seemed to be at a loss, so it broke the jar like this.
"..." There was a long silence, and the call over and over again failed to get any response, so a long silence was ushered in. Only the noise of the walkie-talkie band was humming slightly. This silence was extremely empty. He was flustered, and then the voice remembered again, calm and calm, calm and rigid, it seemed that he had begun to numb, and even the last trace of vitality had begun to slowly settle.
"Houston, this is Space Mission Commissioner Ryan Stone. Have you received it?"
At this time, a messy and vague sound rang, and the curled tail suddenly stopped. Even if you didn't see the face, you could feel the violently contracted heart, and it seemed to have returned to the sun from the bottom of despair in an instant. Above the ground, "Houston! Houston? Houston!"
The rushing voice was full of infinite desire and grabbed the ray of hope, and it was heartbreakingly urgent.
"Houston? Please confirm your identity! Houston! AM Band received your response, received it? Did you receive it? Received?"
There was a touch of anxiety and earnestness in the voice, and even a little trembling-I was trying to suppress it, but after all I couldn't hide my instincts/instincts, and inadvertently leaked out; but, there was no response, the noise of those bands was instead Disappeared, the world once again fell into a silent tranquility, as if a big hand firmly grasped the heart, and instantly suffocated.
Take a deep breath, and you can faintly hear the air surging from the deep breath again. After the sound is heard again, it is forcibly restored to stability, "Are you a Chinese space station? Tiangong-1? Received?"
Finally, a voice came from the other end of the band, which seemed to be a little clearer, but still couldn't hear clearly. He breathed out gently, trying to relax the tense emotions, and think of a more direct way to convey information.
"Mayday, have you received it?" This is an international radio distress signal, "Help! Help!"
Ryan Stone finally appeared in the camera, with his hands on the radio frequency modulation button, trying to find a clearer signal, the cold face was without any expression, and the beard on the chin was outlined. The sharp facial lines further accentuate the depth and softness of those eyes.
At this time, both eyes were staring at the radio in front of him, immersed in it with all concentration, but the sunken eyes revealed a sorrowful sadness. The surging emotions were breaking the mask of calm and self-sustaining little by little, trying to Breaking free, more and more highlight the surface control, control, and re-control, showing the turbulent torrent of the undercurrent to the fullest.
Obviously he didn't say anything, just a quick glance, but he did everything.
A messy voice came from the radio band, and it seemed to be saying, "Are you talking about May...Day?" It didn't look like English, it didn't look like dialogue, it was more like singing.
The sense of absurdity did not shake Ryan's eyes in the slightest, but rushed more urgently, as if grasping the straw, eagerly said, "Yes, yes, help! Help, help! Yes, help! "Over and over again, over and over again, at the end of the speech, the voice became rush, slightly choked, as if an invisible giant hand was pinching his throat.
However, the other end of the radio was still singing to himself, and then somehow came out, "An Ning Gang."
Ryan was so stunned, he tugged at the corner of his mouth, paused for a moment, and tugged again. The sense of absurdity and absurdity finally broke out, and he laughed like that.
The corner of his mouth was smiling brilliantly, but the sadness deep in the eyes was flowing out. The helplessness of the desperate moment was explained vividly and vividly in the blink of an eye. With a smile, the pain and struggle in the eyes tightly bound the happiness at the corner of his mouth, unable to move.
He gritted his teeth hard, did not allow his emotions to collapse completely, reorganized, and continued the communication again, "Is that your name? An Ning Gang? This is your name? An Ning Gang?" There was a pause for a moment. Ryan was like a conversation between friends, calling out, "An Ning Gang."
"Oh la la... An Ning Gang... Mayday."
The voice replied that everything was a string of unintelligible syllables, pieced together some meaningless words in fragments, when Ryan heard "Mayday" again, and finally realized that the other party did not understand The meaning of this internationally accepted language for help is just a repetition.
It's like a baby who is babbling.
Reason realizes this, but emotion still doesn't realize it-or refuses to admit it, he reflexively said, "No, no, no, no, no, I'm not Medi, I'm Stone, I'm Rui Dr. En-Stone. I need help, I..."
As he talked, his emotions began to disintegrate gradually, the focus and focal length in his eyes collapsed little by little, and he began to float his gaze helplessly, but couldn't find a place to stay. Reason finally hit his chest, dispelling the last protective umbrella of emotion, and sadness and despair filled his eyes.
The smile on the corner of the mouth rose again. Before I had time to give it a go, hope was cut off again. The mixed taste came with an incredible absurdity and comicality, and when I smiled, my eyes were blindfolded. A thin layer of water mist, and then chuckled, "Heh." The deep despair rippled, but it stirred up the stormy sea.
One stone stirred up a thousand waves.
...
The whole crew is silent, and even the instinctive breathing has been forgotten, not to mention the action of holding your breath, but it is completely integrated with the boundless space, as if you are also in the vastness. In the universe, no matter how struggling, human beings are just a dust in the vast universe. All resistance, all efforts, and all struggles are so insignificant.
The sharp contrast between majesty and smallness, grandeur and humbleness hit everyone's chest hard and hard.
Unexpectedly, tears rushed out of the eyes and fell to the ground; the real magic is that there is no nasal soreness, no sadness, or even the process of emotional fermentation, as if tears instantly condense in the depths of the soul, skipping all physical reactions of the body. It reacts with the chemical and falls directly. Even the action of wiping tears was too late to react.
What kind of despair is that, and what kind of helplessness is that, everyone has a different taste on the tip of their tongue.
Then, they saw a look flowing deep in Ryan Stone’s eyes, which was reflected very clearly on the lens, as if it was full of vitality, which could not be hidden or suppressed. It burst out like this. People looked sideways, but immediately after realizing the truth of the matter, the grief was released exponentially.
"Dog barking? That's a dog barking..."
Ryan listened attentively, a touch of happiness quietly came to life, and then whispered, "That's the signal of the earth." Because in space, you can't hear the barking of dogs~www.novelhall.com~ That is the signal of the earth. "Mumbled again and again, there was a series of unintelligible mutterings on the radio. Ryan lowered his eyelids and couldn't help repeating the same words a third time, "That's a signal from the earth." "
The vague words are almost inaudible, but they faintly reveal a sense of obsession and nostalgia, longing to return to the earth.
What kind of loneliness is that, and what kind of bitterness is that, that's it, just because I heard the signal from the earth, the whole person melted slowly like this, like a wanderer returning home, All the strength and disguise disappeared completely, revealing the most real and fragile self.
On the radio, An Ning just laughed happily and heartily, and even with that, Ryan couldn't help laughing. The mellow and warm laughter rang deep in his throat, clearly smiling brightly, but that The loneliness that is too thick to dissolve makes the smile so bitter.
Suddenly, Rooney's eyes were filled with tears, and his vision was completely blurred. She still kept a smile at the corner of her mouth, but the tears were like broken pearls, falling one by one.
At this moment, she saw Ryan Stone, and she also saw Renly Hall—the one who looked up at the stars and whispered "Who cares if another light goes out" after the Oscars ceremony. -Hall, the loss and loneliness in his bones were deeply and deeply buried, carefully refused to reveal the fragility of his heart, but ruthlessly defeated all of Rooney's defenses.
At this moment, Lan Li is Ryan, and Ryan is Lan Li, as if all of them are in space, witnessing an ode to life. Passionately moved, Rooney's emotions completely broke.
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Wan Lai was quiet, and in the entire universe, there was no sound, only a long and deep darkness. The sparse starlight did not light up the space, but more and more contrasted the velvet-like darkness.
"Houston. Houston... Houston! Houston, Houston... Houston."
In the silence, a low voice was calling out unswervingly. The flat and straightforward voice could not feel anger or irritation, or even any ups and downs, as if it were mechanical sounds; but the rhythm of calling changed slightly. , Silent pauses, repeated template duplication, or long and cumbersome endings are such subtle differences that outline the despair in the discourse.
When connecting between space and the ground, in addition to calling "Houston" as the beginning, you must also report your own name and title to ensure that you can clearly locate it during the communication process. This is an official procedure for normal communication. Every astronaut The rules that all employees must know.
But at this time, the calling voice seemed to be a prank, childishly calling out "Houston" without any extra self-introduction. This is not in compliance with the rules and procedures, and it faintly reveals a willfulness and deepness. The despair hiding behind it seemed to be at a loss, so it broke the jar like this.
"..." There was a long silence, and the call over and over again failed to get any response, so a long silence was ushered in. Only the noise of the walkie-talkie band was humming slightly. This silence was extremely empty. He was flustered, and then the voice remembered again, calm and calm, calm and rigid, it seemed that he had begun to numb, and even the last trace of vitality had begun to slowly settle.
"Houston, this is Space Mission Commissioner Ryan Stone. Have you received it?"
At this time, a messy and vague sound rang, and the curled tail suddenly stopped. Even if you didn't see the face, you could feel the violently contracted heart, and it seemed to have returned to the sun from the bottom of despair in an instant. Above the ground, "Houston! Houston? Houston!"
The rushing voice was full of infinite desire and grabbed the ray of hope, and it was heartbreakingly urgent.
"Houston? Please confirm your identity! Houston! AM Band received your response, received it? Did you receive it? Received?"
There was a touch of anxiety and earnestness in the voice, and even a little trembling-I was trying to suppress it, but after all I couldn't hide my instincts/instincts, and inadvertently leaked out; but, there was no response, the noise of those bands was instead Disappeared, the world once again fell into a silent tranquility, as if a big hand firmly grasped the heart, and instantly suffocated.
Take a deep breath, and you can faintly hear the air surging from the deep breath again. After the sound is heard again, it is forcibly restored to stability, "Are you a Chinese space station? Tiangong-1? Received?"
Finally, a voice came from the other end of the band, which seemed to be a little clearer, but still couldn't hear clearly. He breathed out gently, trying to relax the tense emotions, and think of a more direct way to convey information.
"Mayday, have you received it?" This is an international radio distress signal, "Help! Help!"
Ryan Stone finally appeared in the camera, with his hands on the radio frequency modulation button, trying to find a clearer signal, the cold face was without any expression, and the beard on the chin was outlined. The sharp facial lines further accentuate the depth and softness of those eyes.
At this time, both eyes were staring at the radio in front of him, immersed in it with all concentration, but the sunken eyes revealed a sorrowful sadness. The surging emotions were breaking the mask of calm and self-sustaining little by little, trying to Breaking free, more and more highlight the surface control, control, and re-control, showing the turbulent torrent of the undercurrent to the fullest.
Obviously he didn't say anything, just a quick glance, but he did everything.
A messy voice came from the radio band, and it seemed to be saying, "Are you talking about May...Day?" It didn't look like English, it didn't look like dialogue, it was more like singing.
The sense of absurdity did not shake Ryan's eyes in the slightest, but rushed more urgently, as if grasping the straw, eagerly said, "Yes, yes, help! Help, help! Yes, help! "Over and over again, over and over again, at the end of the speech, the voice became rush, slightly choked, as if an invisible giant hand was pinching his throat.
However, the other end of the radio was still singing to himself, and then somehow came out, "An Ning Gang."
Ryan was so stunned, he tugged at the corner of his mouth, paused for a moment, and tugged again. The sense of absurdity and absurdity finally broke out, and he laughed like that.
The corner of his mouth was smiling brilliantly, but the sadness deep in the eyes was flowing out. The helplessness of the desperate moment was explained vividly and vividly in the blink of an eye. With a smile, the pain and struggle in the eyes tightly bound the happiness at the corner of his mouth, unable to move.
He gritted his teeth hard, did not allow his emotions to collapse completely, reorganized, and continued the communication again, "Is that your name? An Ning Gang? This is your name? An Ning Gang?" There was a pause for a moment. Ryan was like a conversation between friends, calling out, "An Ning Gang."
"Oh la la... An Ning Gang... Mayday."
The voice replied that everything was a string of unintelligible syllables, pieced together some meaningless words in fragments, when Ryan heard "Mayday" again, and finally realized that the other party did not understand The meaning of this internationally accepted language for help is just a repetition.
It's like a baby who is babbling.
Reason realizes this, but emotion still doesn't realize it-or refuses to admit it, he reflexively said, "No, no, no, no, no, I'm not Medi, I'm Stone, I'm Rui Dr. En-Stone. I need help, I..."
As he talked, his emotions began to disintegrate gradually, the focus and focal length in his eyes collapsed little by little, and he began to float his gaze helplessly, but couldn't find a place to stay. Reason finally hit his chest, dispelling the last protective umbrella of emotion, and sadness and despair filled his eyes.
The smile on the corner of the mouth rose again. Before I had time to give it a go, hope was cut off again. The mixed taste came with an incredible absurdity and comicality, and when I smiled, my eyes were blindfolded. A thin layer of water mist, and then chuckled, "Heh." The deep despair rippled, but it stirred up the stormy sea.
One stone stirred up a thousand waves.
...
The whole crew is silent, and even the instinctive breathing has been forgotten, not to mention the action of holding your breath, but it is completely integrated with the boundless space, as if you are also in the vastness. In the universe, no matter how struggling, human beings are just a dust in the vast universe. All resistance, all efforts, and all struggles are so insignificant.
The sharp contrast between majesty and smallness, grandeur and humbleness hit everyone's chest hard and hard.
Unexpectedly, tears rushed out of the eyes and fell to the ground; the real magic is that there is no nasal soreness, no sadness, or even the process of emotional fermentation, as if tears instantly condense in the depths of the soul, skipping all physical reactions of the body. It reacts with the chemical and falls directly. Even the action of wiping tears was too late to react.
What kind of despair is that, and what kind of helplessness is that, everyone has a different taste on the tip of their tongue.
Then, they saw a look flowing deep in Ryan Stone’s eyes, which was reflected very clearly on the lens, as if it was full of vitality, which could not be hidden or suppressed. It burst out like this. People looked sideways, but immediately after realizing the truth of the matter, the grief was released exponentially.
"Dog barking? That's a dog barking..."
Ryan listened attentively, a touch of happiness quietly came to life, and then whispered, "That's the signal of the earth." Because in space, you can't hear the barking of dogs~www.novelhall.com~ That is the signal of the earth. "Mumbled again and again, there was a series of unintelligible mutterings on the radio. Ryan lowered his eyelids and couldn't help repeating the same words a third time, "That's a signal from the earth." "
The vague words are almost inaudible, but they faintly reveal a sense of obsession and nostalgia, longing to return to the earth.
What kind of loneliness is that, and what kind of bitterness is that, that's it, just because I heard the signal from the earth, the whole person melted slowly like this, like a wanderer returning home, All the strength and disguise disappeared completely, revealing the most real and fragile self.
On the radio, An Ning just laughed happily and heartily, and even with that, Ryan couldn't help laughing. The mellow and warm laughter rang deep in his throat, clearly smiling brightly, but that The loneliness that is too thick to dissolve makes the smile so bitter.
Suddenly, Rooney's eyes were filled with tears, and his vision was completely blurred. She still kept a smile at the corner of her mouth, but the tears were like broken pearls, falling one by one.
At this moment, she saw Ryan Stone, and she also saw Renly Hall—the one who looked up at the stars and whispered "Who cares if another light goes out" after the Oscars ceremony. -Hall, the loss and loneliness in his bones were deeply and deeply buried, carefully refused to reveal the fragility of his heart, but ruthlessly defeated all of Rooney's defenses.
At this moment, Lan Li is Ryan, and Ryan is Lan Li, as if all of them are in space, witnessing an ode to life. Passionately moved, Rooney's emotions completely broke.
Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. 4Fiction Network Mobile Edition Reading URL:
Wan Lai was quiet, and in the entire universe, there was no sound, only a long and deep darkness. The sparse starlight did not light up the space, but more and more contrasted the velvet-like darkness."Houston. Houston... Houston! Houston, Houston... Houston."In the silence, a low voice was calling out unswervingly. The flat and straightforward voice could not feel anger or irritation, or even any ups and downs, as if it were mechanical sounds; but the rhythm of calling changed slightly. , Silent pauses, repeated template duplication, or long and cumbersome endings are such subtle differences that outline the despair in the discourse.When connecting between space and the ground, in addition to calling "Houston" as the beginning, you must also report your own name and title to ensure that you can clearly locate it during the communication process. This is an official procedure for normal communication. Every astronaut The rules that all employees must know.But at this time, the calling voice seemed to be a prank, childishly calling out "Houston" without any extra self-introduction. This is not in compliance with the rules and procedures, and it faintly reveals a willfulness and deepness. The despair hiding behind it seemed to be at a loss, so it broke the jar like this."..." There was a long silence, and the call over and over again failed to get any response, so a long silence was ushered in. Only the noise of the walkie-talkie band was humming slightly. This silence was extremely empty. He was flustered, and then the voice remembered again, calm and calm, calm and rigid, it seemed that he had begun to numb, and even the last trace of vitality had begun to slowly settle."Houston, this is Space Mission Commissioner Ryan Stone. Have you received it?"At this time, a messy and vague sound rang, and the curled tail suddenly stopped. Even if you didn't see the face, you could feel the violently contracted heart, and it seemed to have returned to the sun from the bottom of despair in an instant. Above the ground, "Houston! Houston? Houston!"The rushing voice was full of infinite desire and grabbed the ray of hope, and it was heartbreakingly urgent."Houston? Please confirm your identity! Houston! AM Band received your response, received it? Did you receive it? Received?"There was a touch of anxiety and earnestness in the voice, and even a little trembling-I was trying to suppress it, but after all I couldn't hide my instincts/instincts, and inadvertently leaked out; but, there was no response, the noise of those bands was instead Disappeared, the world once again fell into a silent tranquility, as if a big hand firmly grasped the heart, and instantly suffocated.Take a deep breath, and you can faintly hear the air surging from the deep breath again. After the sound is heard again, it is forcibly restored to stability, "Are you a Chinese space station? Tiangong-1? Received?"Finally, a voice came from the other end of the band, which seemed to be a little clearer, but still couldn't hear clearly. He breathed out gently, trying to relax the tense emotions, and think of a more direct way to convey information."Mayday, have you received it?" This is an international radio distress signal, "Help! Help!"Ryan Stone finally appeared in the camera, with his hands on the radio frequency modulation button, trying to find a clearer signal, the cold face was without any expression, and the beard on the chin was outlined. The sharp facial lines further accentuate the depth and softness of those eyes.At this time, both eyes were staring at the radio in front of him, immersed in it with all concentration, but the sunken eyes revealed a sorrowful sadness. The surging emotions were breaking the mask of calm and self-sustaining little by little, trying to Breaking free, more and more highlight the surface control, control, and re-control, showing the turbulent torrent of the undercurrent to the fullest.Obviously he didn't say anything, just a quick glance, but he did everything.A messy voice came from the radio band, and it seemed to be saying, "Are you talking about May...Day?" It didn't look like English, it didn't look like dialogue, it was more like singing.The sense of absurdity did not shake Ryan's eyes in the slightest, but rushed more urgently, as if grasping the straw, eagerly said, "Yes, yes, help! Help, help! Yes, help! "Over and over again, over and over again, at the end of the speech, the voice became rush, slightly choked, as if an invisible giant hand was pinching his throat.However, the other end of the radio was still singing to himself, and then somehow came out, "An Ning Gang."Ryan was so stunned, he tugged at the corner of his mouth, paused for a moment, and tugged again. The sense of absurdity and absurdity finally broke out, and he laughed like that.The corner of his mouth was smiling brilliantly, but the sadness deep in the eyes was flowing out. The helplessness of the desperate moment was explained vividly and vividly in the blink of an eye. With a smile, the pain and struggle in the eyes tightly bound the happiness at the corner of his mouth, unable to move.He gritted his teeth hard, did not allow his emotions to collapse completely, reorganized, and continued the communication again, "Is that your name? An Ning Gang? This is your name? An Ning Gang?" There was a pause for a moment. Ryan was like a conversation between friends, calling out, "An Ning Gang.""Oh la la... An Ning Gang... Mayday."The voice replied that everything was a string of unintelligible syllables, pieced together some meaningless words in fragments, when Ryan heard "Mayday" again, and finally realized that the other party did not understand The meaning of this internationally accepted language for help is just a repetition.It's like a baby who is babbling.Reason realizes this, but emotion still doesn't realize it-or refuses to admit it, he reflexively said, "No, no, no, no, no, I'm not Medi, I'm Stone, I'm Rui Dr. En-Stone. I need help, I..."As he talked, his emotions began to disintegrate gradually, the focus and focal length in his eyes collapsed little by little, and he began to float his gaze helplessly, but couldn't find a place to stay. Reason finally hit his chest, dispelling the last protective umbrella of emotion, and sadness and despair filled his eyes.The smile on the corner of the mouth rose again. Before I had time to give it a go, hope was cut off again. The mixed taste came with an incredible absurdity and comicality, and when I smiled, my eyes were blindfolded. A thin layer of water mist, and then chuckled, "Heh." The deep despair rippled, but it stirred up the stormy sea.One stone stirred up a thousand waves....The whole crew is silent, and even the instinctive breathing has been forgotten, not to mention the action of holding your breath, but it is completely integrated with the boundless space, as if you are also in the vastness. In the universe, no matter how struggling, human beings are just a dust in the vast universe. All resistance, all efforts, and all struggles are so insignificant.The sharp contrast between majesty and smallness, grandeur and humbleness hit everyone's chest hard and hard.Unexpectedly, tears rushed out of the eyes and fell to the ground; the real magic is that there is no nasal soreness, no sadness, or even the process of emotional fermentation, as if tears instantly condense in the depths of the soul, skipping all physical reactions of the body. It reacts with the chemical and falls directly. Even the action of wiping tears was too late to react.What kind of despair is that, and what kind of helplessness is that, everyone has a different taste on the tip of their tongue.Then, they saw a look flowing deep in Ryan Stone's eyes, which was reflected very clearly on the lens, as if it was full of vitality, which could not be hidden or suppressed. It burst out like this. People looked sideways, but immediately after realizing the truth of the matter, the grief was released exponentially."Dog barking? That's a dog barking..."Ryan listened attentively, a touch of happiness quietly came to life, and then whispered, "That's the signal of the earth." Because in space, you can't hear the barking of dogs~www.novelhall.com~ That is the signal of the earth. "Mumbled again and again, there was a series of unintelligible mutterings on the radio. Ryan lowered his eyelids and couldn't help repeating the same words a third time, "That's a signal from the earth." "The vague words are almost inaudible, but they faintly reveal a sense of obsession and nostalgia, longing to return to the earth.What kind of loneliness is that, and what kind of bitterness is that, that's it, just because I heard the signal from the earth, the whole person melted slowly like this, like a wanderer returning home, All the strength and disguise disappeared completely, revealing the most real and fragile self.On the radio, An Ning just laughed happily and heartily, and even with that, Ryan couldn't help laughing. The mellow and warm laughter rang deep in his throat, clearly smiling brightly, but that The loneliness that is too thick to dissolve makes the smile so bitter.Suddenly, Rooney's eyes were filled with tears, and his vision was completely blurred. She still kept a smile at the corner of her mouth, but the tears were like broken pearls, falling one by one.At this moment, she saw Ryan Stone, and she also saw Renly Hallthe one who looked up at the stars and whispered "Who cares if another light goes out" after the Oscars ceremony. -Hall, the loss and loneliness in his bones were deeply and deeply buried, carefully refused to reveal the fragility of his heart, but ruthlessly defeated all of Rooney's defenses.At this moment, Lan Li is Ryan, and Ryan is Lan Li, as if all of them are in space, witnessing an ode to life. Passionately moved, Rooney's emotions completely broke.Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. 4Fiction Network Mobile Edition Reading URL:
