Chapter 6 emblem

On the way to accompany Luo Ying to the archives, Anka told her the truth about the revolution. They sat side by side in the tunnel car, Anka leaned against the wall of the car, with one arm resting on the small table, propping his forehead, his long legs stretched out straight, his expression relaxed and unrestrained, his cold blue eyes like winter. The lake at night is as calm as waves. Luo Ying turned her head and asked him: "What is the revolution that Chenia mentioned this morning?" Anka smiled slightly: "What revolution? It's just a drama." "A drama?"

"Well. A comedy. Earth and Mars. You still have lines." "Huh? I don't know anything about it." "Don't worry, there are not many words." Anka showed a teasing smile, "You and I are both standing in the back row and singing along with the comments. It's easy. Either sing 'Oh, this is really wonderful' in a while, or Sing 'It's so great, it's so great'. After you take another two days off, go and rehearse it twice." "That's it..." Luo Ying breathed a sigh of relief, "What kind of revolution do I think, and I was nervous for a long time."

"It's just called 'Revolution'. It can be regarded as a response to the creative contest." "Creativity contest? Is this for a creative contest?" "It's not a competition, it's just a show on the day of the final celebration." "No boycott?" "Resist with participation." "I see." Luo Ying nodded and smiled relaxedly.At first, she thought that what they were planning would be a thrilling event, and she was a little nervous all the time. She let out a long breath when she heard the answer now. Whether a revolution is good or not, she has been thinking about it ever since she received the letter.She felt that her questioning was far from enough. She didn't know whether the world should resist, and which point should be resisted the most.She guessed many possibilities of Chenia's words, guessed what kind of secret activities they were planning, guessed the consequences of those activities and the reaction of her grandfather and brother, and was restless for a whole noon.But now, when Anka gave her a practical answer, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.She found that all kinds of thinking are not as creative as reality, it is just a comedy called revolution, isn't this the best way, what is better than this.She lowered her head and smiled, a relaxed smile.

"Actually, I participated in the creative competition." She said to Anka with a smile. "Ok?" "Jill added me to their group." "Oh." "Actually, I didn't want to participate. It's just that Jill is too enthusiastic, and I don't have the nerve to refuse." "What are you doing?" "I heard that it is a piece of clothing that can generate electricity. Pierre is proficient in photovoltaics and thin films. It seems that he can introduce our roofing technology to light and soft materials, so that clothing can generate electricity."

"Really?" Hearing Luo Ying's narration, Anka suddenly sat up straight, his expression became serious, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly asked, "What kind of material?" "I've never seen it before." Luo Ying shook her head, "It's said to be a transparent armor." "Interesting." Anka said thoughtfully. "What's wrong?" "It's still hard to say." Anka didn't seem to want to express his thoughts, but Luo Ying could see that his heart had been mobilized.He looked out the window and thought for a while, tapped his fingers on the small table, as if he was estimating something, before speaking again after a while.

"Can you ask Pierre for me, can other people borrow his technology?" "You want to use it too?" Anka nodded, but did not explain. "Okay, let me ask." Luo Ying agreed. Luo Ying saw Anka's face showing the calm excitement she was familiar with when looking for the way. This expression made him look sharp and radiant, with precise focus. She hadn't seen this expression for a long time. Arrived. ※※※ The tunnel car stopped, and Luo Ying brought her attention back to the real purpose of the trip.This is already the second time she has come to the archives, and her mood is quite different from the last time.

She listened for a moment at the door, gazing at the Archives' entire row of gray columns and statues flanking them.They are like living souls, with expressions or thoughts or shouts, majestic but generous, as if welcoming her arrival.She took a deep breath and stepped through the door quietly, feeling at ease.In the more than a month since she came home, she has heard too many things. At this time, she is no longer as perturbed as she was when she first started to inquire, and she no longer hesitates whether to pursue it.She already knew clearly that since she had come to this point, the next step was not whether she should go, but how to go.

Rucker stood in the hall waiting for them.He was still as serious as usual, standing upright, shaking hands with Anka and Luo Ying like receiving regular guests, dressed in a black pullover and black trousers, although it was not a dress or uniform, it was equally flat and solemn.He stared at Luo Ying for a moment, his face was calm and unmoved.He took the envelope from Luo Ying, opened it gently, read it quietly, folded it gently and put it back.Luo Ying looked at his face a little nervously, he didn't express much, just nodded, and formally and calmly made a gesture of invitation to her.

"Come this way," he said. Luo Ying breathed a sigh of relief, and followed up with Anka side by side with Lak.But at this moment Lak stopped, politely signaling to Anka to stop. "I'm sorry," Lark said softly, "I don't want to separate you, but a power of attorney can only authorize one person to enter." Luo Ying and Anka looked at each other, Luo Ying wanted to fight for Lak again, but Anka stopped her. "This is also the rule," Anka whispered, "I'll wait for you here." Luo Ying hesitated for a moment, then nodded.Without Anka by her side, she suddenly felt lonely and unstable.Rucker waited for her solemnly and patiently, and she hurried to follow, through a closed glass door with iris and fingerprint detection, and into a short, empty passage.The passage is plain gray without any paintings or decorations.

Passing through the passage, Lark slid his hand in front of the closed metal door, entered the password, and flipped three switches, and the two thick metal doors opened silently to both sides.Luo Ying held her breath, and her eyes entered the gap of light as the door opened.Gradually, a hall lined with a vast ocean of bookshelves opened before their eyes. She looked around greedily. The room was roughly circular, and the ocean of bookshelves could not see the end in any direction.Each bookshelf is about three meters high, made of brown metal, towering and hard, arranged in a neat and dense array, like an army on standby, quietly dormant.

"Who's file do you want to check?" Rucker asked her, standing by the door. "Grandpa." Luo Ying said, "If possible, grandpa's father. And of course my parents." Lark nodded and led her to an area on the west side of the hall.She felt that he already knew her choice, and asking questions was just a rigorous and necessary procedure.He led Luo Ying to walk on the main aisle, walking calmly and steadily, with a clear purpose. Luo Ying glanced at everything she skipped.The tall shelf beside it is like a high wall, inlaid with miniature photos, and each smile is like a grain of luminous buttons embedded on the partition between the two shelves, sliding past in a hurry, like a wall of miniature world. "Uncle Luke," Luo Ying asked softly, the voice echoed in the grand hall, "Do all Martians have files here?" "Yes. All have." "Why do we bother? Isn't there virtual storage for databases?" Lak did not stop, and answered very calmly, with a deep and firm voice: "No matter what form of storage, it is impossible to rely too much, especially not solely. If you ask why there are various electronic currencies on the earth , but still need a Swiss bank, understandable.” "Is there any real thing stored here?" "Some people have it, some people don't." "What kind of real thing?" "Items voluntarily donated by the person or heirs to the archives, or relics left at the scene of historical events." "It has nothing to do with status?" "It doesn't matter." "Did my mom and dad have anything left?" Luke suddenly stopped, stood still and looked at her quietly, his eyes became gentler, no longer so polite and distant. At this moment, for the first time, Luo Ying felt that he saw the Uncle Luke when she was a child. "Actually," he said, "what they left behind is your responsibility. If you find it one day, you can hand it over at any time, as long as you want." Luo Ying lowered her head, a slight embarrassment rose in her heart.Uncle Lak hinted that she understood that it was her job to look for the remnants of her family, but she kept asking irrelevant people, as if they knew her family better than she did.She looked at Uncle Lak's face, his eyes were full of worried concern, unspoken concern.Luo Ying felt that the lines at the corners of Lark's mouth and between his brows became deeper and deeper, which may be left over from years of worry. Even the calm water moments are still engraved on his face, as if his face is a long-lasting rock instead of a perishable beach.He looked older than his age, and against the backdrop of the towering bookshelves around him, it seemed that he had melted into the sea of ​​photos around him. "Uncle Luke," she said with a hint of reluctance and sadness in her heart, "I know what you said is right, and outsiders' opinions cannot replace my own judgment and inheritance of my family. But there are some things I still want to ask. If not Ask, I can never judge." "For example?" "For example, did Grandpa kill many people?" "Not more than other fighters, nor less than other fighters." "Did Grandpa forbid the demonstration revolution on Mars?" "yes." "why?" Lark didn't answer, just kept his mouth shut.Luo Ying suddenly remembered that Uncle Lak only answered the facts, not the reasons. She lowered her head and didn't ask any more questions.Lak was silent for a moment, then began to lead her forward again. They continued on, through layers of metal bookshelves and diamond heads, through frozen smiles and the lives of the dead, through all the souls that have ever existed on Mars.Luo Ying looked at those heads, dazzled.They all have the same young, fresh faces, and whether they are still healthy or have passed away, there is no distinction in the world of images and bookshelves.The names are arranged in alphabetical order, smoothing history, identity, age and personality differences.All people have a position on the shelf without any difference, as if they were originally part of this shelf, but they just melted into the world for decades, and then returned to their hometowns, each returning to its place. There is a box above each small avatar, and text and images are scrolled on the electronic paper on the front of the box.Luo Ying hurriedly passed by, seeing the familiar communities, the classrooms of children's classrooms, the barren mines in the wild, Jupiter and the cosmic sky.Most of the text is detailed, including all aspects of life.Her eyes jumped from one place to another, only to feel that countless details entered her mind, swirled around, and pieced together a human figure.She doesn't know whether these details can really represent a person, how many details can be pieced together to really make up a person's appearance, and what is the relationship between this appearance and the person. "Uncle Rucker," she asked softly, "have you been working here long?" "Thirty years." "So long? Haven't you been the Minister of Education before?" "That time was part-time." "Do you enjoy working here?" "yes." "why?" "No reason." Rucker said slowly as he walked, running his hand over the pictures on a shelf next to him, and said, "It's incomprehensible to you. You always want to see everything first." Things, and then use good reasons to argue why you choose a thing and why you like it. But in fact, if you do something for a lifetime, then it becomes a part of your life. You don’t have to choose, you will like it. I can I'll tell you responsibly, I know every shelf here and can go straight to everyone you're looking for. I know it like I know myself, and in the thirty years I've been in office, there's been no confusion or information The leaks happen and no one is treated like nothing. This is my life. It’s a fortress. No matter what’s going on out there, you can find your former soul here, unaffected.” Luo Ying looked at Lak, his back was silent and straight.She was envious of him for a moment, he was saying something that he could be sure of, and she couldn't find anything that could be said with such certainty.His affirmation is what he spent decades in exchange for.He spoke extremely calmly, but she knew that no one could refute what he said.This is power, the real power of words. They finally stopped.Lark stood in front of a shelf, took off the electronic paper on the panel of a box from the fourth row, and handed it to Luo Ying.When Luo Ying saw the name on it, her heart jumped. Hans Sloan. A whole line belongs to Sloan's name.She saw that there were five boxes with the same name on both sides of Grandpa's box, from Richard to Hans, to Kantan and Ludy, and finally her own.Not her mother's name, as all storage is by birth name, regardless of marriage.She took the translucent thin paper that Lak handed over in a daze, feeling a little dazed in her heart. She flipped it down, and at the beginning of the paper was written a concise and concise life history. "Look here for yourself," Rucker said gently, "If anything happens, I'll be in my office, and you can find me by pressing the blue button by the door." Lark left, and Luo Ying was left alone in the huge and empty hall.She raised her head in a daze, only then did she realize that the dome of the hall was so like the Pantheon she had seen on Earth, high, solemn, and brilliant, and the translucent vault revealed a solemn look under the pale white sunlight. The color is like sitting high in the clouds.Undoubtedly, this is a model of the sacred building of the early days of mankind, only it is no longer a temple of a god, but a high hall dedicated to all souls. ※※※ Hans was born in an abandoned mine ship under the cliffs of Ahn'Qiraj.West longitude 46°, south latitude 11°.The Earth calendar is 2126 AD, and the Martian calendar is 30 years before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Hans' birth was accompanied by his mother's death.At the time, twenty-six-year-old pilot Richard Sloan and his twenty-five-year-old wife Hannah Sloan flew across the Ahn'Qiraj Valley, preparing to return to Camp 16 for production.Unexpectedly, a sudden sandstorm prevented their flight. Richard Sloan's plane was attacked by flying sand and suffered mechanical failure.Rescue never arrived, and as time went by, Hannah Sloan's due date was getting closer, and the rescue plane was still missing.Richard called the base many times to ask for support from all parties, but he never got a clear answer. (The base communication records show that during the fifty-one hours that Richard was trapped, he had successfully communicated with the base 14 times.) Rescue was prevaricated by all parties, Richard was told that there was a technical dispute with the navigation system, and the rescue risk had not yet been legally explained.Richard negotiated back and forth on the telephone, becoming more and more irritable.Hannah's body gradually became unable to support, and after giving birth to her young son with abdominal pain, she fell into a coma due to massive bleeding and died a few hours later.Richard watched the body of his wife in his arms turn cold, and life gradually flowed out of his body. He was helpless, crying bitterly, turning from grief to anger.He named his newborn son Hans to commemorate his dead mother Hannah, wiped his body, wrapped him in his flight suit, fed him with the only clear water, and kept him warm with his own body temperature.The father and son crouched in a corner of the mining ship, continuing to call tirelessly, waiting for the rescue ship to arrive.Hans and his mother died forever. (The above fragments were compiled from Richard Sloan’s three-year oral record of the war. After 44 years until his death, Richard never recalled and explained this matter.) When the rescue boat finally arrived, Richard hadn’t had any water for more than 48 hours, and he showed obvious symptoms of emaciation and dehydration. However, he was energetic, accurate and independent, and refused to be helped by the rescuers. He entered the rescue boat and sat on his own. All questions, refusal to sit with others, and all medical care other than normal meals. "He handed the baby into my hands," recalled Loya Elaine, a trainee nurse on the rescue ship forty years later, "and just sat in a corner by himself with his eyes closed for a moment. Leaving my hand, staring at the newborn baby and my movements, every time I turn my head, I can see the burning eyes in the corner mixed with affection, pain, and shadow. His face is extremely gray and gloomy, only this The eyes are bright. Sometimes I accidentally turn around and meet them, and I can't help but shiver. It can be seen that he cares about his children. Once I slipped my hand while changing his diaper, The blanket covering the child slipped away, and it looked as if the child had slipped, and he stood up suddenly, so violently that the others jumped. I wondered at the time why he didn't come to help take care of him if he missed him so much , but to sit so far away. Looking back now, it is really normal. He was afraid that his mood at the time would affect the child. In fact, this kind of thinking is unreasonable, and the mood does not seem to diffuse, but I I can only say that if I were him, it would be the same at that time. "He was sitting in the corner, ignoring anyone, holding his wife's dead body in his arms, holding her hardened and purple palm, as if she was just sleeping peacefully on his lap. I was secretly guessing, at that time What kind of situation is it like under the col, what does it feel like to be full of wind and sand, and what does it feel like to turn the happiness I was looking forward to into a zombie little by little in my arms. I think that situation is terrible, but I was only 21 years old at the time, and I didn’t have any Know how scary it really is." The rescue boat belongs to the Mars Third Branch of the "Bring You Home" emergency rescue company.When the spaceship landed at the No. 3 Dock of Camp No. 16, Richard disembarked without greeting anyone, and directly broke into the headquarters of the rescue company, wounding its CEO. Next, rushed to UPC Computer Technology Corporation and killed its president, Philip Lied.Then he rushed back to the rescue company to take away his son and began to flee. Three months later, war broke out. ※※※ "I know that grandpa was born in the first year of the war," Luo Ying said here, suddenly stopped, and said a little sadly, "but I didn't know that grandpa was the cause of the war before." "It's a bit strange." Anka frowned slightly and asked, "Why did your great-grandfather kill the president of a computer company?" "I also found it strange when I read it, so I checked this part carefully. The situation is a bit complicated and not very intuitive. The main problem is a commercial dispute. At that time, it was catching up with the upgrade of the spaceship navigation software of the 'Take You Home' company. All activities are at a standstill. The reason is that the operating system of the rescue ship is developed and provided by the UPC company. The rescue company thought the upgrade cost was high and cracked it privately. As a result, the computer company activated the preset Trojan horse, shut down its system completely, and demanded a very high fine. . "On the day of the accident, the rescue company called UPC, notified the emergency situation, and requested a temporary system authorization. UPC refused, fearing that the temporary authorization would become another crack. My great-grandfather personally called the computer company, hoping to mediate , but the phone was never handed over to any person in charge. At first, the great-grandfather thought it was the operator's irresponsibility, and did not point the finger of suspicion at the top of UPC. However, when he beat the rescue company executive with vengeful anger, that People told him that the President of UPC had already heard his call, and it was he himself who ordered the authorization not to be granted. It is the biggest competitor of UPC. As suppliers, the two companies are competing for an order, and the great-grandfather went to the back of the cliffs of Ahn'Qiraj to investigate the geographical possibility of a new mine. The details of commercial interests and personal emotions may be No one has fully witnessed it, but the great-grandfather heard that President Lide said at the time, 'What is it to have a child, this is a big event of 300 billion euros', so he was completely irritated, and immediately changed his plan and went to UPC." "The situation sounds complicated." Anka said after a moment of silence.The air between the two was a little dignified. "It's very complicated." Luo Ying nodded. She recited almost everything she saw in her heart. Ever since she was a child, she had never spent so much effort on reciting anything. "But it's more complicated later. When the great-grandfather killed someone He fled for a week before being caught, and after being arrested for a week, he was rescued from the cave where he was held and elected as the leader of the coalition forces." "What alliance?" "It's the rebel army that later fought against Earth." "Who are those people?" "Everyone. Pilots from various bases, engineers, scientists, you name it." Anka did not speak, thinking silently. "There's a lot of debate about this part, and I can't read it all and remember it all. The reasons for the war are all there, and there are many pages under the lives of grandpa and great-grandfather." Anka nodded and said, "It seems that this is not an accidental outbreak. Your grandfather's incident may have been accidental, but the rebel army certainly wasn't. I think they have been waiting for such an incident for a long time." "I thought so too." Luo Ying said, "But I haven't fully figured out where is the joint point between such an accidental event and the outbreak of a large-scale war?" "It seems..." Anka pondered for a while, "There are two important points. One is the struggle between two computer companies, and the other is the previous copyright dispute. From the perspective of the later database, I think the latter is more like the reason. Of course it could be both.” "Probably so. But do you think these two reasons are enough to start a war? I have never understood, are these things like copyright business worthy of a war? This is a war, nothing else." "This is a big deal, and it's hard for us to judge." Luo Ying's mood suddenly fluctuated. She tried her best not to be too emotional in her description, and tried her best to describe the facts as objectively as possible, but when it came to this point, she still suddenly felt a little sad. "Actually, I don't want to ask this question. I am very sad about the death of my great-grandmother. I also want to be like other people who only think about home and relatives, but I can't help it. I have to ask. If I don't ask these big questions, I don't know. Is the great-grandfather's behavior right? Why did he take everyone to this new world? Is this rebellion right or wrong?" Anka stretched out her hand silently, wrapped her neck around her, rubbed her long hair, and said gently: "Don't think too much. The problem is not which world, but that two living people should not be left in the wind and sand anyway. Li. Your great-grandfather just did what he wanted to do, and the war that happened later was not something he could control alone." Anka kissed Luo Ying's forehead, and Luo Ying looked at his lake-like eyes, and burst into tears instantly.She rested her head on his shoulder, letting her emotions fluctuate.She seemed to be able to see that cliff, towering to the sky, with a rough red appearance, standing up against the wind, and the dust rolled up by the strong wind was like a layer of peeled off to shattered mask, whizzing up into the air, covering the sky and the sun, removing all restraint With restraint of scruples, he attacked all the tiny creatures in the world with a naked and ferocious desire.The debris is like a mad army, only the collective soul remains, and the wind and sand swirl around the abandoned old ships.Sitting in the boat are two people clinging to each other who don't know their fate, cuddling each other like they are now, relying on body heat to keep each other warm, still believing in false hopes, enduring cold, hunger and severe pain of childbirth, relying on the sweet hope of a newborn Supporting each other with the warm expectation of rescue, telling each other that everything will be fine, hiding inner anxiety, dodging each other's only food and water, building a dream after salvation, and knowing nothing about the earth-shaking future.That was the last cuddle of two people. Luo Ying's eyes were blurred by tears.She kept quiet and didn't cry out, only let the tears flow back and forth slowly back to the bottom of her heart. "Can we still have a chance to visit the ruins of that year again?" She sat up straight and asked softly, looking at Anka expectantly. "I don't know." Anka hesitated and said, "You can ask Longge's mining team to see if there are any mines over there." "Won't your squadron fly over there?" "No. Basically, the current training will not go south of the cliff." "Then can I fly there privately?" "That's probably even more difficult." "Too strict discipline?" "That's one aspect." Anka shook his head, "but it's not the most critical. The most critical is technical issues, which are more serious than disciplinary issues." As he said, he began to draw with his hands, making various gestures to simulate the shape of various aircraft.His fingers are long and well-articulated, like the skeleton and wings of an airplane, with a flying posture. "I can get a flight permit. But the smallest spaceship is as big as five tunnel car compartments." Anka gestured to draw a bread-shaped cabin with his hands, "At least three pilots are required, two to control and one to supervise Motor box. And flying close to the ground, it may not be able to pass the mountains." "Stick to the ground? Can't fly high?" "Ground effect aircraft. It's not enough to fly high." "But the space shuttle..." "That's another matter." Anka shook his head. "The space shuttle is actually a rocket. It doesn't rely on gas support, but relies on fuel injection. Large space shuttles are generally not allowed to fly unless there is a mission dispatch letter. It is still possible to go to Deimos or something. And the pilot himself cannot be completely autonomous, he must set up and navigate on the ground, the aircraft operates semi-automatically, and it is impossible to fly privately. As for the small space shuttle..." Luo Ying waited, but he stopped suddenly, as if hesitating whether to continue talking. "What's wrong?" "A small space shuttle is a fighter jet." Anka continued, his voice was still calm, but there was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, "It is a 360-degree jet power, with personal control and powerful functions. We can also do it by ourselves. Yes, but it’s just that the one Fitz gave me is broken, and I can’t modify it now, there are too many things missing.” "Why give you a broken one?" "He said it was for me to show off my ability to study abroad on Earth." Anka laughed mockingly, "But it was actually because of the fight I had with him. I was supposed to have a fight on the first night back to the team." Okay, but that night passed, and the next day I found a scrapped one and asked me to fix it. I don’t want to argue with him, and I’m trying to find a way now.” "How could he do this?" Luo Ying said, "You can complain. He is definitely not acting impartially." "Acting things impartially?" Anka smiled disapprovingly, "There has never been such a thing as doing things impartially." "Then you haven't flown since you came back?" "No. Just work as a mechanic every day." "Didn't you modify the plane on Earth? Can't you imitate it?" "It's completely different." Anka said, "The lift of the plane on the earth depends on the atmosphere, and the speed is proportional to the gravity divided by the air pressure. The atmosphere on Mars is only one percent of that on the earth, so the same plane on Mars must reach the earth. Only by six times the speed can it not fall, so it is thousands of kilometers per hour, unless it is a very strong and sturdy big guy, otherwise it will be useless. The principle of the engine on Mars is completely different from that on the earth. It is the only lift of the aircraft, power The energy conversion efficiency is much higher, and the structure is much more complicated. Even if I understand it, the transformation of some valves cannot be done manually.” Luo Ying sighed and looked at Anka sympathetically. After a while, she said softly, "You know what, I'm starting to miss your old horse." Anka smiled, looked her in the eyes, and seemed to say that he did too. "I said so at the time," he said with a self-deprecating smile, "you still don't believe it." Anka once took Luo Ying to fly on the earth.It was completely different from the small rental plane she usually took. He refitted a dilapidated fighter jet, removed all combat facilities, cleaned it so that only power remained, and changed it into a private car to fly privately.Although the plane bumped like a 50-year-old donkey in the clouds, the altitude was much higher than ordinary small planes.She vomited as soon as she landed, and he laughed, and she blamed him for not being clear.He said she was going to miss that plane sooner or later, and she said she wouldn't, never would.She didn't expect then that eternity would pass so quickly. She still remembered that evening, when her stomach was overwhelmed, but her heart shuddered with surprise.It was the first time for her to see such clouds, as colorful as a rainbow, spreading from the ground to the horizon of the sunset.At that time, the sunset was very big, standing far ahead, the orange red was soft and bright, the clouds were brilliant, and they were softly entwined with each other, with no trace of color transition, from white to gold to orange red and deep purple, the texture was fluffy and soft, It's like a complicated and luxurious carpet entering a temple.Small patches of dark blue sky peeked out between the clouds.Anka was sitting in front of her, waving her finger out the window while driving, and she was behind him clutching his clothes tightly, leaning on his shoulder, eyes wide open, breathless with excitement. The cloud that day was really beautiful, Luo Ying thought, she may never see it again in the future.There are no clouds on Mars. Even if you can fly, you can't see the clouds.Once in a while becomes the only time.They flew that one time, and that one time only. Anka suddenly reached out and stroked her forehead, and said, "Don't think about it, it's gone. If I could fly myself, I would have already flown." Luo Ying looked at him with a heavy heart.She knew he was telling the truth, he wanted to fly more than herself, if he said he couldn't fly, then he really couldn't fly.Anka sat leaning against her body, with one hand in front of her body and the other on the back of her seat. Her smile was calm, but her unwillingness was clearly written.That kind of unwillingness makes people sad.She sighed softly, not knowing what to say. "By the way," she changed the subject slightly, "I also found a badge." "What badge?" "Great-grandfather's badge." Luo Ying turned to ask him, "Do you still remember the badge of Mars during the war?" "Remember. It's an eagle, right? A desert eagle." "Yes. But I just found out today that it wasn't the badge originally set by my great-grandfather. It was decided to be changed by other commanders of the coalition forces after the fight reached a certain level." "And what was your great-grandfather's badge?" "An apple." "Apple?" Anka couldn't help laughing. "Yes." Luo Ying stretched out her hand and spread it out for Anka to see, "This is it." Anka gently picked up the brass-colored and delicately crafted object, and looked at it carefully against the light. "There aren't many instructions in the file. I don't know why great-grandfather set this up." "It's really a bit..." Anka paused to search for words, "unusual." "What was your first reaction?" "Paris and the Three Graces." "It's possible." Luo Ying nodded, "It's a metaphor for the beginning of the war. Use the blood of Troy to reflect the reality." When she said this, she paused and looked down at her hands. "But that's not my first reaction. My first thought was another story." "Which one?" "The Story of the Garden of Eden." "Do you think the apple is a metaphor for man's rebellion against God?" "No." Luo Ying said softly, "I didn't think of such a grand meaning. In fact, I can't tell whether the earth can represent the Garden of Eden, and what is the meaning of the rebellion of Mars. I just thought of a sentence for a moment, imagine a man To the women around me, I said silently in my heart: For you, I would rather fall." Anka didn't speak, and the arm behind Luo Ying gently wrapped her shoulders. "Grandpa has no mother," Luo Ying then said very lightly and slowly, "Dad has no mother, and I have lost my mother too. Maybe all the women in my family will die when they are young..." "Don't say stupid things." Anka interrupted her in a low voice but resolutely. "In those days, one out of every three people died. Dead people are too normal to express anything." "But maybe this is fate." "Nonsense. It's an unfortunate coincidence, not some fate." Luo Ying looked at Anka, his expression was rarely serious.Her nose suddenly became sour, and she felt indescribably fragile.She didn't know why she said these pessimistic words, she just felt that after hearing such a sad story, only an infinitely sad future could make her feel balanced.For the first time she felt so tired, so unwilling to move forward, so powerless.In the face of the irresistible fate that will come sooner or later, there is nothing a person can do with all his strength.Man ceases to exist so easily, as easily as the wind blows sand.She lay on Anka's shoulder and wept.Anka didn't say anything, she held her head in her arms, her arms firmly wrapped around her back. They sat for a long time, sitting in an inconspicuous corner of the empty and majestic corridor.A whole row of magnificent bronze statues stretched on either side of them, and lifelike gods looked down, standing as eternal enigmas among tall gray columns.The corridor extends to an invisible end, and the ancient Greek letters are engraved with fate, poetry and wisdom in capitals.The world is silent, and there are no people around.