Chapter 6 study

Luo Ying and Anka walked side by side.They decided not to take the tunnel car at the entrance of the dance classroom, but to walk directly to the transfer station.They all like to walk. The walking pipeline is parallel to the bottom of the tunnel. Walking in the slender glass tube channel is like experiencing a trouble together. The distance between the two people is pushed closer and the direction is gradually unified.The pipe is about three meters high, and the bottom is about half a meter above the ground, and the red earth can be seen from the transparent ground.There are dots of irises planted in the medium on the side of the road. In the middle is a path wide for two people, and the surrounding scenery is full.They were shoulder to shoulder, but neither touched the other.Both of them had their hands in their pockets and walked in unison.Luo Ying's coat is the uniform of the dance team, and Anka's windbreaker is the uniform of the flying squadron.Luo Ying reached Anka's chin height, and could see his straight neck and feel the rise and fall of his shoulder muscles from the side, while Anka could see her thin side face and smell the soft fragrance of her hair.

Luo Ying told Anka what was on her mind.This is the first time she has told anyone about it.She had planned to keep her friends from the Mercury Cluster forever, and was inserted by the powerful, and such things made her feel embarrassed in front of her friends.She was the least willing to be taken care of by status since she was a child. "Will people laugh at me?" she asked Anka in a low voice. Anka smiled and said, "Do you think we are so talented?" "You don't think I took advantage of Grandpa's power?" "Don't be silly," said Anka, "you are you."

Luo Ying felt a little relieved.Anka always has the power to turn big things into small ones.He usually doesn't talk much, and he doesn't like to talk about big things. Serious and trivial things are all fine to him.As she spoke, she felt that she was really fine.She thought she was making a fuss out of a molehill.Anka listened to her and didn't ask much.This is the tacit understanding between them. "Chenia said you fainted after the dinner party last night," Anka asked, "Are you all right?" "never mind." "what happened?" "It's okay. I just came back and I'm too tired."

"Then you shouldn't practice today." "But it's only twenty days before the show, and I haven't even found gravity yet." Luo Ying was telling the truth, she had no confidence in this performance at all.She had tried to practice for a while the previous afternoon and had passed out after dinner.Acclimatizing to the sudden shift in gravity took more physical effort than she had imagined.Her solo dance is the highlight of this exhibition.Martian children are born with light bones and a strong sense of balance. They are trained with the load of the earth's environment, and they are light and jumping projects. It is easy to challenge the limits of human physique. All of these are important for researchers to be interested in. question.She is their best specimen.While Earthlings see her as a living display of Earth's long dance history, the children of Mars have long been curious to see how the Cosmic Maiden is any different.She can see those gazes, in the center of the council hall, when she walks into the dance classroom, when her image appears on the big screen at the corner, she can see those waiting gazes, hot, curious, scrutinizing , Disapproving.

She didn't want to tell Anka that her training today was not going well.Not only is the attitude in the air poorly controlled, but even the takeoff and landing points are not sure.The body is light and light, and all the forces of habit on the earth are gone.Tired knees and ankles, especially sore ankles, like telling too much, losing tension.Gravity switching is not an easy task at all. People on earth need physical training, and they have to wear heavy metal shoes when walking.But she started dancing almost immediately, getting used to dancing before she got used to walking. "Your squadron has nothing to do today?" She changed the subject and asked Anka.

Anka smiled: "It's nothing. I just had a quarrel." "What's wrong?" "Small things. Quarrels." Luo Ying's heart moved slightly, and she inquired and said, "I thought everything was going well for you. New clothes have been made." "It wasn't for me. I just happened to catch up. Not only our team, but the entire eleventh team of the Air Force did it." "Why? Has there been an event recently?" "No. The overall budget for the flight system has increased by 50% this year. The Air Force followed suit." "why?"

"It is said to be related to Ceres." Luo Ying pondered for a while and then asked: "...Does it have anything to do with the earth?" Anka also pondered for a while, then nodded and said, "I think so." He didn't continue to explain, and both of them fell silent.Luo Ying's worries are getting stronger and stronger, this is not the first time she has heard similar news.Anka's flight squadron is the fifth squadron of the Air Force. It is usually an engineering flight team and only performs satellite transportation and space cruise. However, once encountering problems, it can quickly modify its equipment to obtain powerful combat effectiveness.When Luo Ying was a child, she saw a transport plane turned into a fighter jet in a quick mechanical modification, which could fire in five minutes.She was only seven years old at the time, and she was speechless from ear to ear.She seemed to see that beneath the smooth running of her life, there was another invisible, hidden face.

She wondered to what extent Anka's news foreshadowed the danger of war, which she did not want.She spent the most important part of her life on Earth, as important as her childhood on Mars.In any case, she didn't want to see it being harassed by war.No matter who wins or loses, I don't want to see it. After getting on the tunnel car, it only took a few minutes for Luo Ying's house to arrive.Anka accompanies her to get out of the car.The two stood on the path, Luo Ying looked at Anka.His eyes are blue, often with a loose, absent-minded look.She saw a thin leaf on the bridge of his nose and reached out to remove it for him.He raised his hand to touch his nose, looked at her, and smiled.

"Go back and rest early." Anka told her. Luo Ying nodded meekly, saying that she got it. "Don't think too much." He added, "You are still you." Then he said goodbye to her, turned around, got in the car and left.Luo Ying stood alone in the garden, watching quietly for a while. She knew that he was the kind of person who talked about big things into small things. If he said that he had an argument with Lieutenant Fitz, it was probably a very violent conflict.What happened, she thought quietly in her heart. There were some things that she and Anka never said.

She still remembers what it was like to step out of the terminal for the first time on Earth five years ago.At that time, what greeted her was the engine roaring like a tide.She took three steps back, dumbfounded.In the sky of the earth, private jets, large and small, shuttle back and forth from the zenith to the ground, fast and ferocious.She hugged her luggage like she was grabbing a rock in a flood.The sky was gray, not the dark blue she was familiar with, nor the orange red in the wind and sand.Everything was roaring, loud and quiet, posters flickering here and there.Thousands of people passed by her like a tide, as fast as a howling phantom.The other children moved forward, her companions were calling her, and the leader of the team was also shouting loudly, but she couldn't move, she froze in place, hugging her luggage tightly, and the anxious voices were deafening.Someone bumped into her, and the luggage fell to the ground, as if a rock had collapsed.

At that time, a hand stretched out from the front, picked up her luggage and put it on her shoulder, took her hand, and said only one sentence, let's hurry up, we have gone far ahead, and started to pull her Shuttle through the crowd, identify the sign and look for the leader across the crowd.He concentrated, looked around sharply, and occasionally uttered a sentence or two of judgment.They quickly caught up with the team and carried her safely into the new world.He only smiled a little that day, but from that day on, she only had his smile in her heart. The flowers blooming in the garden flourished.The gerbera grew more and more, and the large leaves spread around her feet, almost covering the path beside the flower bed. ※※※ Luo Ying pushed open the door, and a burst of intense conversation interrupted her thoughts.The conversation came from the small living room, and there seemed to be quite a few people gathered in it. She was startled, but after only hearing a few words, she realized what was going on in the room.Her heartbeat quickened, and she quietly walked to the door of the small living room, stood on the side of the door, and listened to the voices in the room with her breath held.This was the first time for her to eavesdrop on an adult's speech, and she stood there cautiously with anxiety and guilt for fear of being discovered. Most of the voices in the room were familiar to her.After grandpa moved to her house, these uncles often came to the house.The one with a loud voice was Uncle Luak. He was the chief of the water system. He was deaf in one ear.Fast-talking was Uncle Rucker, the Archivist, always serious, citing, eloquent, knowing too much to explain too little.The other one with a hoarse voice is Uncle Lan Lang, who is the head of the land system. He can say words in ordinary language that Luo Ying can't understand a word. Numbers and letters pop out alternately, like a robot with the wrong frequency.Of course, Uncle Juan is indispensable.His voice was instantly recognizable.He is the chief of the flight system, so he must be there on this occasion. "...I've said it ten thousand times, the most important thing is not the present, but the future." This is Uncle Juan. "I have also said many times that the possibility of their realization within 50 years is beyond 5 σ." Lambert Lang said. Uncle Luak shouted: "According to probability! Nothing can be completely ruled out! A monkey can knock out a Shakespeare! We can't do nothing just because of such a small probability event!!" "That depends on what the problem is!" Uncle Hu An did not back down, and his voice was quite stern, "Controllable nuclear fusion, no matter how small the probability is! As long as there is a one-in-a-million possibility of developing a fusion engine, it cannot Give it to them. Don't say that you are responsible, you can't take this responsibility! Do you really think they are friendly? Do you really think they are here to talk about friendship? Let me tell you, we give them fusion today, and they will start tomorrow Come back with the spaceship." "Then what do you say?!" Uncle Luak was also a little anxious, "They just killed us and didn't give us a plan for the Helong Hub, so why don't we start work? What about the water on Ceres? Do we need any more water? ? We transported a planet from thousands of miles, did it just stop here? We all broke up? If there is no water, we will die of thirst!" "Straightforward!" Uncle Hu An said immediately, but his voice calmed down, "Threats are everything." Uncle Lak hadn't spoken the whole time, but now he stood up, as if smoothing things over and relieving the pressure. "Luak, is it really okay to miss this item? Didn't they agree to give electricity to control that item? Can... can we figure out the other item ourselves?" "Think...Of course I can. Anyone can think." Uncle Luak's voice also sank, although it was still loud, but much more depressed, "But where do you want me to get the data? Do we have a river laboratory? Is there a river? I need real turbulence impact data. Even Monte Carlo can’t do it now. This is engineering. Without data, nothing can be guaranteed.” The small living room was silent for three seconds.Silent, lengthy three seconds.Three seconds like the air bag was full and about to burst.After that, Luo Ying heard Grandpa's voice. "Juan, not using force is the principle." Grandpa said briefly and lowly, "It's not necessary now. Since the other party hasn't said that fusion technology is necessary, we don't need to mention it first. Let's just pretend that there is no such thing and talk about it." Let’s talk. They don’t necessarily want this.” Uncle Juan's tone was a little looser: "But we must have a consensus on the bottom line, right?" "The consensus is not to use force." Grandpa paused for a moment, then added gently, "Of course, you can say whatever you want. You know that." After a moment of silence, Luo Ying heard them get up.There was a creaking sound from the sofa, the rustling of clothes and pants, and the sound of shoes hitting the floor.She quickly tiptoed back near the hall, pretending to have just entered the door, took off her dance coat in front of the full-length mirror, changed into casual clothes at home, and pretended to be concentrating on her hairstyle in the mirror. The adults in the room came out, first Luak, then Lak and Lang Lang standing side by side.Luak was the tallest, like a coat rack, making the short Lan Lang behind him even thinner and dry.Lan Lang's beard is sparse and unkempt, but his eyes are flexible, which makes him look very capable.Rucker was the most amiable of them all, with a naturally worried scholarly look, with downturned eyes and serious lines around the corners of his mouth.Luo Ying heard from her brother that Uncle Luak is a general among engineers, Uncle Lan Lang is a genius in mathematics, and Uncle Lak is a master of linguistics.They are all heroes of the reconstruction of Mars after the war.She looked at the uncles, tried her best to show a sweet smile, and greeted them as if she had just come home, her heart was pounding.She was afraid that her voice would tremble, but fortunately, several people were preoccupied, and no one paid special attention.They walked past her one by one, smiled at her, patted her on the shoulder, congratulated her on her return, dressed and hatted, and left in a hurry. When passing by her, Uncle Rucker said briefly and apologetically that he had received the email she wrote the day before, but he hadn't had time to reply, and she could go directly to the office to find him.Luo Ying quickly said thank you, thank you. The last one to come was Uncle Juan.With a dark ball-like face and a round belly that couldn't be worn on a belt, he looked like an Indian spice merchant in a woodblock print eight hundred years ago.This stout fat man is very flexible in his movements.The two beards are curled up, the eyebrows are black and thick, and the hair is curly.These features make him interesting, easy to give the first impression of openness, and can easily conceal the sharp, hard look in the eyes.When he first came out of the living room, he had a stern look on his face, but when he saw Luo Ying, he immediately grinned, just like when she was a child, he hugged her as soon as he met her. "Ouch, the little white rabbit is back. Let me have a look." He held her up and turned it around before putting it down again, "Why is it still so light? Have you been abused on Earth? Or don't you eat well?" "I...I dance." "You have to eat well even when you're dancing! It's so nice to dance when you're fatter." "Then you can't jump high." "What are you afraid of if you can't jump high? What are you doing jumping so high? Eat whatever you want. If you don't know what to eat, come to me. Let me tell you, your Uncle Juan is an artist. Did you eat the dessert last night? Eat How much is it? Is it delicious?" "Two. Delicious." "That's what I did. Put it in the oven before dinner." "You can also make desserts?...Uncle Juan, I heard you say your grandmother..." "You heard it too?" Juan laughed loudly, and there was no hint of sinisterness in the laughter, which was somewhat beyond Luo Ying's expectations, "Little rabbit, let me tell you, when negotiating, there must be one to scare people, one Pretend to be a good guy, your grandpa always likes to pretend to be a nice guy, so I can only be the one who scares people. This is not fair, I told your grandpa a long time ago, and I have to pretend to be a nice guy someday." Uncle Juan smiled heartily, patted her stomach, told her to go to his house for dinner some other day, and then left. Luo Ying looked at his back, feeling ups and downs.The moment he turned around, she saw that his expression became serious again, and he walked into the car in a precise straight line with great strides, without shaking his upper body at all.She remembered that he liked to tease her since she was a child, hugging her and sitting on his fat belly, calling her a little white rabbit, pricking her with the shaved sideburns, and asking her what she wanted to be when she grew up. She now knows what she wants to be when she grows up, and when she grows up, she wants to understand what is behind the words, not just the words themselves. The porch fell silent.She turned her head, and her brother and grandpa were standing at the door of the small living room, talking in a low voice.At the end of the corridor is a light-transmitting floor-to-ceiling window, the dark red ground is almost brown in the backlight, and the mandala flowers are a little silvery white.They seem to be arguing, but the voice is very low, Luo Ying can't hear clearly.She saw Grandpa's face was livid and very serious. In her memory, there seemed to be only one time on the screen, when Grandpa was calming down a commotion in the hall of the Senate, his face at that time was somewhat similar to today.At that time, grandpa strode into the door, pulled out the chair and sat down without saying a word.But looking at Grandpa's face, the audience fell silent. "...Principles don't have to be the final limit." My brother seemed to be talking. "It's the last." She heard Grandpa say, "Since it's a principle, it's the last boundary." At this moment, she finally confirmed her fears. This is a looming crisis: if the negotiations break down, the war may restart at any time.What the earth people want is controllable nuclear fusion. ※※※ Back in the room, Luo Ying's backpack slipped to the ground, and her people also sat on the ground, letting her body relax.It's been a long afternoon for her.The words of the adults are rough and technical, but enough to outline the context.Restlessly, she changed her clothes, bathed, and sat in the tub, lost in thought. It had been a long time since she had heard such a direct political discussion.She was very familiar with these things when she was a child. The adults often gathered at her house to drink coffee, drinking a lot of very bitter coffee.But such occasions are rare for her on Earth, and apart from the return campaign in her final year, she lives in a breezy environment full of entertainment for most of the rest.Light as champagne, full of melodious bubbles. She hadn't had an espresso-like discussion like this in a long time, not just because she was far away from the decision-maker's residence on Earth, but because of the atmosphere.Compared with the political decision-makers she met on Earth, the uncles of Mars obviously had a very broad sense of seriousness. She often heard them talk about cosmic responsibility, or the end of mankind, while Earth's politicians never seemed to have mentioned.On Earth, she could hear a certain country’s government applying for bankruptcy protection from the World Bank, a certain country’s head of state personally filming a movie to promote tourism, and a certain country’s foreign ministry stepping in to buy a certain amount of bonds from a certain country, just like businesses operating for their own sake, but it seems that she rarely heard those words. The news that is often heard on Mars: moving a certain planet, establishing a new model of human existence, integrating the achievements of human civilization, calculating and simulating human history has errors, and so on.She often has an inverted illusion, wondering if the aliens in the universe see these messages, will they think that the former controls 20 million and the latter controls 20 billion. When she was a child, her heart had been filled with such grandiose words, but on Earth, she had lost it.No one talked her out of it, but she just didn't believe it anymore.Seeing a much larger and more chaotic world, she was suddenly confused. It seemed that there were no human beings waiting for them to change, and no civilization pinned their hopes on them.The once grandeur has become an illusion of imaginary greatness, as if facing a mirage, fighting high. She knew what that meant: lost.There is no doubt that the uncles and uncles who came to her house today are role models of life on Mars, leaders in scientific research, engineering, exploration, and development, and the pinnacle of all serious and glorious paths on Mars, but she doesn't know how she can learn from them. Can see the direction of their future. She closed her eyes and shrank into the gentle hot water.Next to the bedside, the registration interface in the personal space on the screen is lighting up, like a faint phantom, shining on her face through the bathroom glass.She doesn't see it, but she can feel it. She knew she had to make a choice.She needs to quickly register herself in a studio, get an identity back.This is a necessary step for every adult Martian. Only with a studio can one have an identity number and a personal space for various future lives.All work, all proof of entry and exit, all money is in the personal account confirmed by this number.She hasn't activated it yet, it's silent, like she doesn't exist yet, hasn't returned from Earth. But she didn't want to choose, just like a man after a war doesn't want to work. In most cases, the studio is the lifelong affiliation of the Martians. Some people will switch, but most of them will stay in one studio for a lifetime and rise step by step.Luo Ying was unwilling to do so.Although she knew it was an inevitable curve on Mars, in the five years on Earth, she had moved fourteen times, lived in twelve different cities, had seven occupations, and changed five different groups of partners .She didn't know how to decide where to live for a lifetime.She can no longer accept a single arrangement and has come to hate all ranks.Things that were taken for granted when I was a child, now I only think of them as constraints.She didn't want to do this, but she couldn't convince herself. The registration interface was on, but she didn't click it for a long time. On the window sill next to the screen, there are various sweet little objects, such as an electronic clock singing while walking, a strawberry-shaped thermometer, childish robot dolls, and orange and grass green glass lamps.Looking at them, Luo Ying hardly remembered that she liked those things, but they stood clearly in front of her eyes, retaining the whole world of a thirteen-year-old girl. Luo Ying came out of the bathtub, dried in the drying room, changed into her pajamas, and gained the courage to comfort herself in the clean and warm fragrance.She looked at herself in the mirror, like looking at a strange girl.Her hair was wet, her fair neck was too slender, and she looked very fragile, which was not what she expected.She hopes that she can be stronger and clearer, know how to live, how to choose, and be able to live a contemplative, clear, and firm life without being so confused and pale like herself in the mirror. ※※※ She tied her hair up, walked out of her room, and walked down the corridor. Grandpa said yesterday that today is the death day of mom and dad, and they want to have dinner together and offer their blessings.But she looked around in each room, only to find that her grandfather was not there, nor was her brother. There was food in the dining room, waiting warmly in the cooking machine. Looking at the transparent plates and the empty restaurant, she sighed inwardly.Grandpa failed to fulfill his promise after all.She can't blame him.He is the governor, and the crisis just negotiated is still in sight. She didn't eat, turned around and left the kitchen, walked through the quiet stairs, and came to Dad's study on the second floor alone. She wants to talk to her parents alone and ask them how to choose in life. When her parents died, she was only eight years old. She didn't understand many things. Although she understood many things, she has forgotten them now.She once deliberately closed her memory on Earth, and after closing it for a long time, she really couldn't open it.In order to make herself strong, she cut off the connection with the old days. Now that she has been strong for too long, the door of the old days cannot be knocked open. Pushing open the door, she saw that the room was exactly the same as when she left five years ago, and it still kept the same look as when her parents were alive ten years ago.This is the place where my father read books and my mother sculpted during her lifetime. It is also the room where my parents drink tea and discuss with friends.There are still teacups on the table, and small spoons are placed on the saucers, as if a tea party has just ended, and people will come back before the laughter is over.There are scattered tools on the table and shelf, and there are unfinished sculptures on the operating table.Everything has been lovingly maintained, carefully avoiding every tinge of despondency that death has ever brought.The whole room is perfect, but it's a pity that it is too well maintained. The window sills and corners are too clean and spotless, and it can be seen at a glance that there is no breath of life. The scattered bookshelves are like a building.They are father's design, high and low, staggered horizontally and vertically, with straight lines, and the dense characters are built into castles in the air.Night has come, and the bookshelves are shadows of invisible detail.The whole room is condensed with the past years.The people are gone, but the memory remains.Luo Ying remembers that the lives of her parents have always been connected with art. She was still young in those days, but that kind of memory is in her heart, a kind of artistic and communicative atmosphere. She walked slowly along the walls, looking at each object in the room, picking it up and putting it down, thinking about how her parents used to hold them. On a small table against the wall, she saw a souvenir book, which stood open on the table. Inside was a large group photo of her parents. It stood solemnly on the half-moon-shaped table, as if it was unadorned, quiet and clean. Lingtai portrait. She picked up the yearbook and flipped through the pages.There are photos of parents when they were young, awards in school, group photos of prom, records of scientific research and artistic creation.They were active figures when they were young.Dad directed and acted in a historical drama, the scene was grand and magnificent, leading a large group of childish teenage students behind him, his face was full of deepness and determination.Mom has always loved painting and sculpture, and one of the competitions she entered as a teenager still hangs in the lobby of the community museum.Although they both chose engineering studios later, their interest in art continued until the end of their lives. Looking at it, Luo Ying remembered that when she was young, the place where she spent most time with her mother was the sculpture room. She suddenly saw her mother in the air, standing next to a shelf, her long black hair was braided and coiled above her head, her eyes were full of love and focus, she looked at herself, and then quickly returned to the operating table, her hands were tense and agile Beating on the ground, the carving knife in his hand drew the outline of the details.She saw herself sitting in a chair with a bow, holding a doll in her arms, looking at her mother curiously, infected by the enthusiasm in the air. Then she saw Dad again, sitting next to them, on one of the shelves, wearing a brown shirt, holding a pen, drawing pictures against the air, smiling, and telling a history.There were other grownups, men and women, talking about some history, some exciting art and ideas.She didn't understand, but she listened. This picture brought back her memories, and the past events sealed in her mind began to recover bit by bit, flowing into the surrounding space along with the words and night.She didn't forget many scenes, but she just couldn't recall them for a while. On a page, she suddenly saw this line of words, and she was shocked: It's about mom. How could my mother not have a studio?She quickly checked the date, it was the year when she was six years old.With no other explanation, she didn't know what happened.She flipped forward to the list of life events and found that her mother's record ended two years before her death.After that, because no studio was registered, the materials and events were cut off, like a drama that came to an abrupt end. It turned out that my mother didn't want to register either.As Luo Ying thought in her heart, there was a hint of sweet sourness.At the two ends of life separated by death, she finds a continuation of the soul.She felt that she was not alone anymore, and her wandering and the anxiety caused by it seemed to be a matter of course at this moment. She made a big circle and finally returned to her mother's road. But why is mother.She couldn't figure it out.My own troubles are obviously changed by the way of life on earth, but if my mother has also experienced the same struggle as myself and finally chooses not to belong to this result, what is the reason for it? She really wanted to see more information about her mother, but there was nothing more in the yearbook.She put it back on the table neatly, turned around, and wanted to look for other resources on the nearby bookshelf. At this moment, by the moonlight, she saw a bunch of white flowers placed in the dark beside the crescent table.The flowers are lilies, and the packaging is plain green velvet paper, placed in a place where the moonlight cannot reach, she didn't see it when she came in just now, but now it suddenly broke into her eyes. She walked over and picked up the bouquet. There was a card under the flowers. The card was in Grandpa's handwriting. There were only three words on it: Her heart was pounding. It turned out that grandpa had already come.Although we couldn't have dinner together, we have already come. She looked at the card repeatedly, feeling weird.Under the bright moonlight, the card looked pale, and the stiff black pen writing stood out strikingly. She guessed what it meant, but had no idea.What did grandpa do that needs to be forgiven by his parents? Grandpa looked at the photos of his parents that day, he was so loving and sad. She looked at the three words again.Suddenly it seemed to be hit by an electric current. In her mind, the expression on Grandpa's face when he spoke in the hall in the afternoon appeared in her mind, and at that moment, her heart seemed to stop beating.She suddenly remembered when she had seen the video of her grandfather before.It was before leaving, two months before leaving.She wanted to watch a movie in the small living room, but suddenly touched another movie that had just been played.It's a shot of Grandpa and the whole rioting parliament hall.She saw Grandpa's stern face, walked into the hall, and calmed down all the commotion.Before she could see clearly, Grandpa appeared at the door of the living room.She quickly turned off the video. After a month, she was notified to go to Earth.