Johnny Clinton was fast asleep.A hovercraft roared across the night sky, rushed towards the valley, and glided along the road.The uproar did not disturb him, for he was used to it.But to children of the 21st century, that sound once held magic: The first such ships crossed oceans and continents, bringing rare treasures from faraway lands. No, the familiar uproar never woke Johnny, at most it disturbed his sweet dreams.But if the whistling sound stopped, it made him uneasy instead.He immediately sat up from the bed, rubbed his eyes, pricked up his ears and listened intently.What's wrong with the spaceship?It is located in the middle of the transcontinental Highway 21, at least 400 kilometers from the nearest terminal.How could such a large spaceship stop here?

Of course, there were ways to figure it out, but Johnny hesitated for a while.He didn't want to go outside in the cold winter night.However, he still mustered up his courage, wrapped a blanket around his body, opened the window gently, and jumped out onto the balcony. The full moon hangs high, and the night sky is clear; the sleeping earth is beautiful and picturesque under the moonlight.South of the house, Johnny couldn't see the road.But the balcony was built around the house, and after a while he tiptoed around from the balcony to the north.He took special care when passing the bedrooms of his aunt and cousins.He knew what it would be like to wake them up.

Under the winter moonlight, the people in the house are sleeping.Johnny didn't wake them up when he tiptoed under their window--the aunts and cousins ​​didn't have much love for him.Now, he forgot them all at once, because what he saw convinced him that he was not dreaming. The hovercraft was parked on flat ground a few hundred yards from the highway, its lights flickering.Johnny judged that it was a cargo ship rather than a passenger ship, because there was only one observation module on board, and it occupied only a small part of the 500-foot-long hull.Johnny couldn't help thinking that the spaceship was like a giant electric iron—but there was a difference. The iron had a vertical handle, and the spaceship had a horizontal bridge, about 1/3 of the way from the bow.The red signal light above the bridge flickered on and off.

There must be something wrong with the spaceship, Johnny thought.He didn't know how long the spaceship would be parked.Do you have time to run down and take a good look?He hadn't had a chance to get a close look at a hovercraft yet!What can such a ship see as it swoops overhead at 300 miles an hour? He made up his mind quickly. Ten minutes later, he had put on his warmest clothes, gently opened the back door of the house, and walked out into the freezing night.At that time, he never thought that he would leave this home forever.Of course, if he really knew that he would never return, he would never feel sorry.