Chapter 25 Anka

Anka looked at the slightly cloudy sky outside the glass wall, and saw that the horizon in the distance was sometimes sharp and sometimes blurred.The weather was really bad, he thought, the strong wind seen on the cyclone map should not be fake. He stuffed the contents of the bag a little tighter. The headlamp, pocket knife and compressed dry food were stuffed into the side pockets at the corners. He brought two more oxygen tanks, rolled them up in the middle of the sleeping bag roll, and buried them securely. Put the bag on the ground, kneel on one knee and forcefully press out the air, raise your hand to squeeze the air, and tighten the bag.The package was compressed to its own limit, and it looked square and flat. He looked at it for a while, and was not very satisfied, but after much deliberation, there was no better way, so he picked up the package in his hand and closed the closet.This time, the supplies carried were more than the standard measure, and the package was obviously larger than the standard size.He wasn't sure if the cube in front of him could be put into the feeding box smoothly, so he made a gesture with his hands, and it was just on the edge of the limit with three and a half palms.

He opened the door of the hut and looked around, but there was no one in the corridor.He took a book and walked out the door, gently closed the door behind him, and walked towards the coffee shop. The sky outside the window became cloudy again, and the sun gradually sank to the west. There were still more than two hours before sunset, and the sunlight at this time had gradually dimmed.He looked up at the dome as he walked, trying to judge the wind speed from the faintly flying fine sand.The wind blows from time to time, but most of the time it is calm.There are still a few hours before the wind blows.He looked at the digital clock on the wall. It had been more than three hours since the forced landing.With the standard oxygen and supplies on a small fighter jet, it should still last for five to six hours.

The dark blue of the sky was covered with a thin layer of silt. There are four or five people in the cafe.There is a person in the middle who is bragging, two or three companions are listening around, and a person in the distance is reading electronic notes.Captain Fitz is not there. Anka took a cup of coffee from the wall, walked to a small table near the man in the distance and sat down, spread out the book in his hand and laid it flat on the table, took out the notebook, as if taking notes while reading, Write and draw on electronic paper.He didn't look at the man, and the man didn't look up at him.He was sitting in this position at noon and heard the news by accident. There were fewer people in the afternoon than in the morning, so if there were no accidents, he should still hear it.

Captain Fitz had been gone for about an hour, and by any measure he should be back.If he's still here, the time should be around the corner.If he doesn't come in half an hour, then 80% of the time he won't come.You can only inquire about it in other ways. Anka looked down at the book, not very absorbed, every word and sentence entered into his eyes and mind. Our brethren breathe under the same sky as we do, and justice lives.The strange joy of helping to live and die arises, and we refuse to push it beyond.It is the indefatigable hemweed, the bitter food, the cold wind from the sea, the old and the fresh dawn, in the tormented earth.

What news will Captain Fitz bring back, Anka thought. Justice is alive and well.Refuse to push it to a later date.He read the two sentences again.He likes these two sentences.He loves the earth of pain.Love the tireless navigator.compressed food.A cold wind from the horizon.Old and fresh Twilight.These words are as simple and solid as the earth.He took a deep breath and felt a biting cold breath in the air. He started reading this book last week, and it has been on the table, and he just grabbed it when he went out.He is not in the mood to read, but the sentences he has read will pop into view by themselves.

If he left the city now, he calculated that he would be back in less than two hours.Thirty minutes pass, transfer in 20 minutes, and try to come back within 70 minutes.Of course, this is the smoothest situation, going straight, without delay on the way.If nothing unexpected happened to him, he should be able to do it.It was about two and a half hours before dark.In other words, within half an hour, a decision must be made whether to start or not.He doesn't want to fly at night.Night roads are always relatively dangerous, especially today, and are best avoided if possible. He had thought about the situation on the road just now, and now he thought about it again in his mind.According to the cruise map, the accident site is not too far away, and it is not difficult to find.It is almost a straight line across the plain, on the edge of the cliff, and does not enter the valley.He can set autopilot, or he can fly himself.He believed he could find this position.

Captain Fitz hadn't returned yet, but Anka had a hunch he'd have to go this time. This crazy generosity is rebellious generosity.It gives in time its strength of love, and forever rejects injustice. Anka, the man sitting beside him, was very familiar.His name was Berg, he was an official lieutenant colonel, and he was Fitz's superior, so Anka's immediate superior.At noon that day, when Anka was having lunch alone, Fitz and Berg happened to meet here to report the emergency situation.Fitz was Berger's confidant, and their whole thread was Juan's confidant.News that ordinary people can't hear will be spread orally in this small cafe exclusive to their military camp.When Fitz saw Anka, he hesitated for a moment. Anka pretended not to care, and kept looking down at the book.Fitz told Berg in a low voice that the plane of the two earth water conservancy experts who escaped this morning had a breakdown and made an emergency landing at a pass on the edge of the cliff, asking for assistance.

Anka looked at his watch again.It was past four in the afternoon, and it had been three and a half hours since then. Fitz is back. Anka saw Fitz from a distance, and immediately lowered his head, as if he had been studying all afternoon. With a serious face, Fitz strode over to Berg, didn't sit down, but shook his head. "No need to help." He whispered. Berg nodded, his expression seemed to have been expected, calm and indifferent.He asked Fitz if this was the case, how to deal with it specifically.Fitz didn't answer immediately, but looked at Anka questioningly again.Anka felt his gaze, closed the book, stood up, and left the seat in a very timely manner.When he walked out of the coffee shop, he turned around and saw that Fitz was already sitting opposite Berg, talking in a low voice, and Berg listened silently, nodding his head occasionally.

Anka returned to her hut steadily, picked up the package that had just been packed, and carried out according to the plan. He was no more surprised by this result than Berger was.This was almost predictable in advance. From the moment he heard the news of the escape, he had a vague feeling that the current situation would appear. These two are fools to think they can fly a Martian plane.Anka thought.Not to mention whether this is a trap, even if it is not, they are too overestimating themselves.What's the point of so many years of driving training if a transport plane can be driven away by a layman who steals it like this?It's not easy to fly to Maeus, even a pilot who has just been flying for a few years can't do it, let alone two laymen.

The reason for escaping is quite clear: the rumors of an imminent war in the flight system are rampant these days, and even leaked to other systems and ordinary engineers. , the idea of ​​fleeing back to Earth to report the letter was born.They heard that Maas just set off one time these days, so they hoped to steal a transport plane and sneak into the cargo hold. The idea of ​​running away is not so strange, Anka thought, but who let them run into the guns.Juan does not save people, because they are the most perfect sacrifices.He can tell the people that they stole important secrets of Mars and wanted to escape, thus accusing the earth of concealing a huge conspiracy against Mars, arousing people's anger against the earth, and prompting the passage of the motion to send troops.At the same time, even if they are unsuccessful, their deaths will definitely anger the Earth authorities, and they may be the first to launch an attack on Mars, and it will be a matter of course to start a war at that time.Juan was always in need of reasons, and they struggled to make them themselves.

They underestimate flying, and those who underestimate flying will be fooled by flying.Flying is nothing but a life gamble. Anka changed into her flight suit and went out with her package.Before locking the door, he glanced around the hut. It was basically tidy, with two pieces of clothes on the chair, pillows and sleeping bags already arranged, ready to go back to bed at night.He hesitated for a while whether to take the small airplane model that Luo Ying gave him, weighed it and felt it was not easy to hold, so he put it down again. Thinking of Luo Ying, he hesitated again.He didn't know whether to send her an email telling her what he was doing, looked at his watch, and decided to go first.On the one hand, time is running out, and on the other hand, considering that Luo Ying and the others are taking a collective action today, there should be no time to check emails at this moment. Let's post it when he comes back at night, he thought, if he can come back smoothly. He walked through the corridor and chose a slightly detoured path with few people usually walking. He didn't want to meet acquaintances on the road.There was no group training on this day, only sporadic people came back from the airport in twos and threes.After a few days of high-intensity training and tasks, many people are hurrying to rest.The corridor was quiet, and the white dormitory doors were closed one by one. Anka could hear her footsteps on the floor, as regular as her heartbeat, and it sounded cold.He thought about Luo Ying, and wondered what the other people in Mercury cluster were doing at this moment.Their operation should have started for several hours, I don't know what the result will be.Anka was not involved in this matter, but the emails they discussed would be sent in groups, and he knew the general agenda.He didn't participate in the discussion, but just kept watching from a distance. He didn't know how to explain his feelings to Luo Ying. She asked him if he wanted to participate, but he didn't explain clearly.It's not that he doesn't pay attention to their affairs, it's just that such an action is really not what he wants to participate in. What do they want, he thought, to change the system?And what about lifestyle changes?What's the use?The real problem is not here.If there is something bad, if there is injustice, if there is prejudice, then there will be any way to change it.The question is not how.There is as much injustice in every way humans have tried to be perfect, it just depends on how you sing the praises.The real problem is people.One person bullies another, bullying occurs everywhere.What to expect to change?Nothing can be expected. Human problems can only be solved with human beings.But this problem can never be solved.One person's problems can only be solved by one person.If there is one bad thing, fight against that one thing.Man can do nothing but this. After that, children will always die unjustly, even in a perfect society.Man's best efforts can only manage to reduce the suffering of the world in arithmetic progression. Anka walked quickly and quietly.He wasn't nervous, just a little worried.Tension is not good, it will only destroy tenacity, and he is used to diluting the instinctive tension by paying attention to details.What worries him is the color of the sky above.The pink color becomes stronger, indicating that the wind has become stronger.The sandstorm in the distance is coming step by step. It is still far away, but it is unknown when it will suddenly accelerate.He must be ahead of time. There was no one at the airport at this time.No one sails in such weather.He found his plane and opened the hatch.The surrounding seats are almost full, and the white shark-like cabins are arranged neatly, looking like a sea from a distance. The flame emblem is printed on the side of each plane's nose, shining like the silver teeth of a shark.The airport is sleeping.There seemed to be a breath lurking in the silence.After the grand military parade drill and the busy entry and exit the day before, the silence at this time is like the rest of a beast. Anka opened the supply box, and stuffed the packed package into it as best he could.A bit reluctant, but still stuffed in.He brought food and oxygen cylinders for two more people, just in case he didn't come back smoothly and had to spend the night outside, which was a little too much.The small fighter has only two seats, and can only carry the provisions of two people.The plane also has a storage room, which can be used to store supplies in case of emergencies, but at this time, a pair of folded huge wings and a small motor are placed, and it is fully occupied without any extra space.Anka checked the solid fuel, and it was relatively abundant.The airway indicators are normal, as are the valves and spark plugs. The plane was repaired by himself.He wasn't sure about it, but it was familiar.Just like his own body. He also participated in the combat drill the day before.The plane is generally stable, there is nothing abnormal, at least it doesn't look much different from others.This has made him very pleased.He never knew that he still had the potential to be a skilled worker, he just didn't want to bow to Fitz, and he didn't want to do such brainless things as fighting. A drill is an experiment in tactical formations.Twenty-five small planes formed three different formations in the air, attacking with laser cannons like jet airships suspended in the air, counting the time of conquering, and calculating the coordination and mutual influence in the formation.It's just a very simple drill, no confrontation, only flying and shooting.Anka loves this kind of walkthrough.In any case, he must admit that flying through the air, covering each other with his teammates, hitting the target accurately, and seeing the arc he flies through is the most enjoyable thing a person can experience.Even though he hates fighting, he revels in that speed. Anka had been watching the people around her talk loudly about the war for many days.Some are for it, some are against it, but almost all are fanatical.The fanaticism is like the fanaticism for the Gushen project, shocking the world, crying ghosts and gods, apart from that, nothing else.He could understand their fanaticism, even if he didn't agree with it.After decades of mediocrity and repetition, there's nothing more nerve-wracking than a real fight.The flying team is usually miners, either digging by themselves or transporting camels.They are longing for actual combat, longing for a battle on the verge of life and death that requires the mobilization of all their bodies and wisdom. Anka also understood Juan.His speeches to them had great moving power.He is someone who really believes what he says, not shamelessly self-serving.People like him are the most dangerous and the most powerful.He can accumulate energy for many years, just for the victory in his heart.Juan is dedicated to elevating Martian humans and creating a new cosmic history.He is strong himself, and he hopes that everyone on Mars is as strong.Anka didn't dislike Juan, he felt that Juan was much better than many of his overbearing or clinging non-commissioned officers.Some people say that Juan is arbitrary, but with Anka's experience in the flight system, he feels that Juan is far from being arbitrary. Juan's biggest problem is not arbitrariness, but arbitrariness.Anka could almost agree with Juan on the noble and the base, the strong and the cowardly, if he hadn't been to Earth.He can hate evil like Juan, but he has seen people on earth, they are not as insensitive and inferior as Juan said.Just as the Martians are not as insensitive and inferior as the Earthlings say.He cannot despise them all any more than he would have them despise him all. Anca could not agree with Juan, because there is no humble whole, only humble individuals.There is only one thing to be solved one by one, and there is no solution to a group of people.Never. Anka sat in the cabin, fastened all the safety belts, adjusted the angle of the seat, and checked whether each display screen was normal.The seven small mirrors reflect the field of view from seven different angles outside the machine, and the wind speed and air pressure pointers are quietly holding their own static scales.He turned on the power to the power unit and turned on the ground track.The plane began to slide slowly along the track, and an invisible electromagnetic wave sent the signal to the gate to travel.The aircraft is very stable, the alloy steel shell is hard and heavy, and the touch makes people feel solid and dependable. Before the gate, Anka swiped his fingerprint and ID code, waiting for the machine to identify it.This gate is the only gate in the whole city that is not guarded by special personnel. The reason is very simple: anyone who can drive a plane from this airport must have a permit, and technology is the best protection.Anka has five opportunities to go out of the city for training and test flights, and each student can arrange the practice by himself.He only used it twice, when the plane was repaired and he was out of town for a test flight. The gate slowly opened.layer.two floors.three floors.Anka took a deep breath, facing the vast expanse of land ahead, and put his fingers on the console to get ready. The aircraft begins to accelerate, initially as an orbital push, which later becomes a natural transition of the aircraft's own power.Accelerate to near the threshold, the solid fuel starts to burn, the engine starts to eject fast gas downwards and backwards, the plane lifts off the ground, the nose rises, the acceleration is very fast, and it plunges into the sky, and the airport building can be seen from the rearview mirror It quickly became smaller, and the ejected gas condensed into a string of scattered white smoke in the thin air. The flying feeling is very good, the fuselage does not shake, all parameters and indicators are very stable, and the combustion is sufficient.Anka looked at the land and sky that suddenly opened up in front of him, and felt a kind of openness and comfort in his heart.That kind of comfort is not joy, but it can surpass joy. It is a kind of continuous ups and downs, so there is no ups and downs, no sharp joy, and no sharp pain.That kind of comfort is what he can feel every time he flies into the air, and he can only feel it when he flies into the air.He took off for this, for the endless sky and the gray earth. The fighter jet was extremely fast, and he controlled the direction of the plane very carefully.A red curve was drawn on the navigation chart. He controlled the plane and moved forward a little bit along the curve.The fighter jets can always be connected to the flight control center. As soon as the signal for help was sent to the control center, Anka connected to the system and recorded the location.That location was not too far from the city, and it hadn't reached the cliff yet, but it was forced to land and run aground about 200 meters from the foot of the cliff. The two earthlings are not too stupid, Anka thought, and it is not easy to make the plane land safely.Of course, in order to ensure the integrity of the supplies, the transport plane usually has a super smooth landing system, which also helped them to a large extent.If no one is injured, it's easy to do, just fly back to the city in a straight line, without too many obstacles in the middle. In any case, it's not right to leave two living people in the sand. Flame-like sandstorms gradually rose from the sky. It seemed that the strong wind was stronger than expected.It is still unclear when the sand will arrive, but the rising dust and smoke are like galloping horses coming from an ancient battlefield. If they were left where they were, they would probably die.This is not possible.It is not okay to leave two living people in the sand for any reason.Except of course revenge.That's another thing, a one-on-one relationship.It's not right the way it is now.Just for some so-called goal, which is still quite suspicious.The wind and sand will come at night. Although the specific time cannot be predicted, it makes no difference to them. If there's a fight to be had, Anka thought, then that's the only thing I'm going to fight against.What's the point of fighting against the Earthlings?It is shameful to fight against an imaginary villain, and not hesitate to be the first to do evil for it. He looked at the dust in the sky, and the worry in his heart increased.It seemed that the sandstorm was bigger than he had imagined, and it was coming faster.He increased the speed of the plane and sailed at full speed, hoping to buy some time.He estimated in his heart that if he returns today, the possibility of being intercepted by a sandstorm on the way is more than half.This is much higher than he expected before departure.He considered other options.It would be even worse to stay on the plane.He originally thought that he could spend the night on the plane, as long as the two people were given the necessary supplies.But looking at the momentum of the wind and sand now, I'm afraid it can bury or overturn their plane.The rocks will be accompanied by the sudden rush of sand, and the houses in the city have been overturned.If you stay overnight, there is no more than 20% chance of being safe tomorrow morning.Another option is to drive into the valley to find a cave and escape the night, but in that case he is probably the only one who can survive.He only brought one piece of protective clothing, and there should be no second piece on the transport plane.Protective clothing is a very rare resource, and it is difficult for ordinary people to obtain it.The last time they traveled, they benefited from the equipment of the Longge mining ship. Mining often requires going out for exploration, but most transport planes will not have such a luxury.Without protective clothing, entering the cave is a dead end. Before stepping out of the cabin, people will die quickly in the thin atmosphere.He couldn't choose this path, it was the path that would send those two people to their deaths, if that was the case, all the meaning of his trip would be gone. After weighing the ups and downs, he decided to return today.The 40% chance of safety is not small, although it is not great, it is worth fighting for. He asked himself if he had been too rash in his trip, and underestimated the danger, and after pondering for a moment he concluded that he had anticipated it.He was very surprised by this.Before setting off, he thought he came out safe and sound, but now, when he searched his thoughts, he found that he was not surprised by the crisis.Subconsciously, he had already thought of this moment, but in order to make himself firm, he deliberately did not think hard.Flying is a gamble, and he knows it deep down. Anyway, that's exactly what it's about to come out.He consoled himself.In weather like this, no one can make it through the night without assistance. He looked at the whirlwind of sand rising higher and higher in the sky, and suddenly a fighting spirit with a smile rose up.Instead, you can compare and see if you are faster or me. He saw the transport plane, and it was exactly where it was positioned. It can be seen that since the forced landing, the two earthlings have not dared to mess around and have been waiting in place.He guessed that they must have full hope in their hearts, believing that Mars will not let them die easily, maybe they have been thinking about how to explain being rescued, and the two may still be discussing their lines in the cabin. Anka slowed down the plane, changed its course and hovered over the transport plane, reduced the jet volume of the engine, let the plane descend naturally in circles, and at the same time sent a signal to the transport plane to prepare for rescue.The plane landed steadily. When approaching the ground, the 360-degree engine changed the jet direction, allowing the plane to slowly land with a buffer and stop beside the transport plane. Anka chose the exit channel extending out of the back door, and personally manipulated the tube-shaped channel to find the transport cabin door directly, allowing the tube nozzle to be firmly sucked onto the outer wall of the cabin.Then, he unfastened all the safety belts as quickly as possible, took out the wings and protective clothing from the back cabin, put on the clothes and put on the helmet, opened the front hatch, and climbed out of his cabin.He stood on the fuselage, closed the front door tightly, put on the wings, tied the engine on his calf, and fastened his waist to the tail of the wing with a rope. After all this was done, he gestured to the two earthlings through the glass of the transport plane, asking them to open the door and get into his plane.The two people were lying on the front window of the transport plane looking out with anxiety, but when they saw such a signal, they were overjoyed, and quickly opened the cabin and transferred into the fighter jet, one in front of the other, and sat in the cockpit. Anka squatted on the fuselage, directed the person sitting in the front with gestures, and taught him to press the take-off buttons in sequence.That person's comprehension ability is not high, and he only understood it after pointing it out several times.He gestured and asked Anka what else to do, Anka smiled and told him not to worry about it. When the last start button was pressed, the fighter plane suddenly rose.Four legs stick out from under the fuselage, lifting the plane more than one meter off the ground.Then the engines start to burn the jets, and the huge airflow overwhelms every moment of the flight.This is the flexible adaptability of fighter jets, and it is also the biggest bottleneck restricting their size.For a jet to take off, not only must the engine be strong, but the airframe must be light.Only two people can sit, and only one pack of supplies can be brought. Anka was calm, with a hint of inexplicable excitement covering up her worry.He squatted on the rear side of the fuselage, supporting the cabin with both hands, like a 100-meter athlete starting.The plane rose into the air and began to accelerate. He could feel the wings spreading behind him, pulling his back, and there was a tension extending in all directions.He became excited, his body tightened, his eyes were fixed on the heading, and at a certain moment he felt that the strength was enough, and he pushed himself into the air with both hands and feet at the same time.After a sudden fall, he felt himself lifted into the sky by wings. This feeling is familiar, fluttering in the wind like a flag, this feeling brought him back to the day when he flew with Luo Ying.Today is faster than that day.Although he had already adjusted the speed gear of the plane to cruising, which was less than half of the usual speed, it was still very fast, faster than Longe's mine ship at full speed.The spacecraft is on autopilot, searching for the flight center by itself.All fighter jets are equipped with this function, no matter where they are, they can automatically fly in the direction of the programmed base, which is especially useful in the case of a pilot being killed during a battle, just like the old horse carrying the dead cavalry body back to its side big camp. Anka felt himself a warrior.The fleet of galloping yellow sand in the sky is getting closer and closer, just like the enemy's cavalry has finally turned over the hill, and a ferocious face finally appeared in the billowing dust.His back muscles began to work hard, and he adjusted the angle of the wings, trying his best to avoid the frontal impact. The wings had a certain strength, but they were still very thin and easily broken. Once broken, it would be very dangerous.He needs a strong wind to support him, but not too strong. It was getting darker and darker, and it was less than half an hour before sunset.At the current speed, the last half of the flight will be in the dark.Anka thought it was okay, as long as they were near the city, they would be safe.He looked at the sky, and the dazzling light of the setting sun in the twilight faded, and the proud bright white began to turn into a gloomy golden color. The sand and dust rolled up by the strong wind occasionally covered the sky, and the sun became an indistinct halo.The black sky and the golden earth blended on the horizon, and the sand and dust were like tides, and the waves rolled up the waves from the earth to the sky.The wind and sand attacked him, and his body heaved up and down in the wind.There were several violent collisions, and he swung from one end to the other, like a reed in the wind, swinging between black and gold.The whole world fluctuates with the body, the earth tilts for a while, and returns to its usual dignity for a while. Flying in the sky, he suddenly felt a kind of pride caused by loneliness in his heart.There is nothing in the sky and the earth, only he is fighting against the wind and sand.He was in awe of this sudden loneliness, and suddenly became calm. Wave after wave of sand was blowing towards his body from the same direction, and he moved and dodged according to his body's instinct to keep his balance.This is a one-man battle. He tenses up and mobilizes every bit of energy.He knew he had to trust his choices.In the middle of the sand with no support, no companions, and no rescue team, he had to believe in himself.If he doesn't, he's bound to lose his strength.I am my only partner. Pain eats away hope and faith, and it is thus alone and unexplained. Anka believed in herself.Although he didn't tell anyone, he felt that he could trust himself.He doesn't believe the words about saving, saving a civilization, saving a planet, saving humanity.No, he didn't believe in any of those things.There is nothing justified in saving mankind, let alone allowing others to die in order to save mankind.Those who say this are lying to themselves, if not others.Only one person can be saved.Other than that, nothing. "What's the use of saving one if they're not all saved?" Is that what Karamazov said?Who is Karamazov?I can see what he means, thought Anka, but what's the point of saving them all if none of them can be saved alone? They forget the present for the future, forget the prey of existence because of the smog of power, forget the poverty in the suburbs because of the colorful city, and forget the daily justice for an empty land. Anka's body began to get tired, and his movements began to be weak.He could feel the wind blowing stronger and stronger, and the sand on the wings on his back became heavier and heavier.He resisted with all his strength, looking ahead in the slowly darkening twilight.The city is still invisible.He felt that he had been flying for a long time, but it seemed that he would fly for a long time.He stretched out his arms and legs, embracing the vacuum of night as hope.At that moment, he felt dense blade-like percussions, and the pain woke him up, and he retracted his hands and feet to protect his chest. He thought of Luo Ying. The last time he flew like this was with her, but now he was alone.He regretted not taking the model she had given him and not sending her an email.He felt that he had sensed something faintly, so he deliberately didn't say anything.But now he regretted it, and he wanted to say something to her again.She is his only regret now.The last time she asked him if he believed in eternal love, he said he didn't believe it.He thought that Luo Ying would not ask these questions like other girls, but she did, and seemed disappointed.Yes, he doesn't believe in forever, he's not talking nonsense.He doesn't believe in forever, he only knows a certain time and place.She is different from everyone else.How many people can a person fly with in a lifetime?She is unique and she is always in that place in my heart. Darkness and wind and sand finally enveloped from all directions like layers upon layers of curtains.He closed his eyes, feeling the rough waves of the sea.He still mustered up his courage, tensed his body, and maintained hope amidst the violent swings of the wild wind and howling.He opened his eyes again, saw the blue city that finally appeared in the distance, and silently read the only sentence he could think of at this time: