Chapter 1116

Bang bang. Bang bang.

There was a dull thumping sound in my ear. It seemed that someone was beating on the door of the escape capsule. But when they are in space, why do people knock? It's really out of line.

Unconsciously, the humming of Anning just lullaby has gone away, dissipated in the radio waves, and the dull beating sound is like stones thrown into the water, rippling in circles; Then, the dark tide slowly subsided, and he slowly opened his eyes. A faint ray of light projected into his pupils, dim and fuzzy. Turning his head, he saw Heather cross.

Heather? Wait, why is Heather here? Floating in space, wearing a spacesuit and passing through the helmet like a fish tank, he waved with a smile. Why did he see Heather cross?

Countless question marks emerge, cramming the brain, crowding and suffocating.

Then, he saw Heather trying to open the cabin door, which made him scared. He didn't wear a helmet. If he opened the cabin door at this time, he would immediately go into an anaerobic state, get involved in the airflow, and even die instantly.

"No! No

But before he could protest and defend, Heather had already opened the cabin door. He could only act like a fool, covering his cheek with his hands, as if trying to stop a rocket coming - but there was no rocket at all. The alarm sound of insufficient oxygen in the cabin became more and more harsh, and finally it became a murmur and exploded, but before it spread, it lost its sound.

Because the universe is a vacuum state, there is no air as a medium, can not transmit sound.

The whole world is quiet, absolutely quiet.

In the chaos, Heather unhurriedly went into the escape capsule, closed the cabin door, turned on the light, turned on the oxygen, and then the sound came back bit by bit, from small to large, from low to high, the alarm sound became extremely harsh again, the light in the cabin became extremely bright again, and then the crisp sound of heather could be heard.

"Confirm your watch, 13 hours and 11 minutes, tell Anatole I broke his record." Heather's voice was full of vitality, and he began to look around, just like a curious baby, and began to explore with his eyes, "it's a little dark here, don't you think?"

He came back to himself at last.

But the brain was still a little anoxic, as if it had surfaced after drowning, breathing, but the hot head was still like a paste, so he looked at Heather in front of him, stunned, at a loss, and unconsciously made some sound fragments, "how do you... I mean... You..."

However, the violently vibrating pupil could not find a foothold at all. He just looked at Heather in front of him in a daze. On his expressionless face, a wave of sadness and joy slowly permeated, interwoven, like a shimmer, slowly brightening up.

"Believe me, it's hard to say." Said Heather cheerfully.

"But... You..." he just stared at Heather, staring at the incredible and exultation in the bottom of his eyes. The lingering shock surged in his mind, wave after wave, and could not stop. All the voices were stuck in his throat, leaving only words that did not form a chapter.

Such a gaffe, such a mess.

Heather took off her helmet, took off her gloves, skillfully turned on all the lights, as if it were her territory, and said triumphantly, "that's much better." Later, she explained in a light way, "I found a... A spare battery, but fortunately you didn't distract me."

Heather turned his head and looked at him, smiling like the bright spring sun. "I have to say, nice to see you again." Heather shook his head slightly. "To be honest, I don't think you can hold on."

He did not speak, but unconsciously gently shook his head, eyes firmly fell on Heather's face, depicting the eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, and that touch of smart and playful light, so fresh, so bright, it seems that she has completely got rid of the problem of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, metamorphosis and rebirth.

He knows, he knows, it's an illusion, it's all an illusion.

He knew that he was filming "gravity." he was lenley hall, playing Ryan stone; He knew that she was Rooney Mara, playing Alex kovsky; He also knows that they are shooting the illusion scene in which Ryan talks to Alex in his mind. Everything is just the scene of the movie.

He knew it clearly.

But he didn't know how the shooting got to this point. This is the connection of the three different scenes, from Ryan's desperate situation to the choice to give up, and then to the emergence of hallucinations. There are interruptions, repeated shooting, makeup, re shooting, and even breaks, at least two or more times.

But now the mind is a blank, all the convergence and rest parts have disappeared, in any case can not wake up any memory, as if those things have never happened in general, and as if reality and fantasy have been integrated.

It's just that it doesn't matter.

He just gazed at Heather, and his smile was reflected in the bottom of his eyes. Everything was so lifelike, even the small wrinkles of his eyes after the corner of his mouth rose up were so real. So, how did all this happen?

Is he on the way to heaven, meeting Heather again? Or is Heather reborn and they meet again in the light and shadow of reincarnation?

His pupils could not help but tremble slightly. All the words and all the sounds had come to his mouth, but he could not make any sound. He just stopped in fear and panic, for fear that his little sound might break the picture in front of him. Even if it was an illusion, he wanted to hold it firmly.

"Did you find vodka?" Heather's eyes fell between his eyebrows. His eyes stopped slightly. A faint sadness flowed from the bottom of his eyes. He saw his own reflection in the depth of each other's pupils. His heart trembled gently as if it were electrified and moved in the blood vessels.

She lowered her eyelids in embarrassment, avoided his sight, and then began to search for the location of vodka. His exhausted, desperate husky voice came to her ears, "you never told me... Where it is... So..."

She searched under the seat, fumbled for some time, and then showed a big smile, "Aha!" She turned her head and saw his sight again. She never moved, never hesitated. She looked at herself quietly and attentively. Her tears were fixed on her eyelashes, reflecting the faint halo of heartbreak, flowing slowly in the deep brown eyes, like a spring through bluestone.

In an instant, the meaning of time and space no longer exists, and the vicissitudes of life are surging in her heart. She returns to the identity of Rooney Marla from Alex kovsky. Her heart trembles slightly again, poop, poop... The clear throbbing sound is pounding against her chest, and the smile from the corner of her mouth falls into her eyes like a vast star.

She can clearly see him and herself in his eyes. She can capture the instant heart that breaks the shackles of time and space. The eternal grandeur and grandeur make the fundus warm; She knew that, in her eyes, it also reflected his appearance, clear to the bottom.

A blink of an eye, and then, she went back from Rooney Marla to the identity of Alex kovsky. She burst out laughing and raised her vodka. "Houston, alcoholics are starting to move again." "Hail Anatole, cheers!" she said cheerfully He raised the bottle of vodka, pointed it at the top nozzle and began to enjoy it.

Then she raised the bottle, motioned to him, and cast an inquiring look.

He shook his head with a smile and refused the invitation kindly. She shrugged and make complaints about it. "Doctor is still the doctor." The cold humor in the banter made people laugh. She covered the bottle again, turned her head, raised her chin, looked at him playfully, and said, "let's get out of here together!"

She put the bottle back in place and explained, "China station is about 100 miles away. Let's take a Sunday trip."

His eyes followed her movements and looked at the dashboard in front of him, but the rest of his eyes still caught her every move. "We can't."

"I'm sure we can." She was indifferent to give a rebuttal, but also made a grimace.

He chuckled and shook his head helplessly. "We don't have any fuel. I've tried everything. "

But she didn't give up. She shrugged and let out a long breath. "There's always something we can use there."

Speechless, he raised his eyes and flew up, and his eyes were so vivid that he could not make complaints about it. "I have tried all the ways." The same sentence, but full of ridicule, the atmosphere gradually began to relax.

She also squinted, glanced at him, and then said, "have you ever tried soft landing propulsion?"

"That's for landing." He argued.

"Yes, landing also needs propulsion. It's the same thing after all. Isn't there a professor in the training class? " She make complaints about it without mercy.

He sighed. "In simulator training, I never landed successfully. I told you that."

"But you know the technology."

"And then I crash every time."

Two people are like children. You start to argue with each other, childish and brilliant, and refuse to admit defeat. In the end, she turns over, keeps face-to-face posture, and then raises her voice, "listen, do you want to go home or stay here?"

Looking at Heather in front of him, he was so stunned, all the words were stuck in his throat, the phantom was gradually becoming blurred, the reality of the cold is a little clear, Heather cruelly put forward the most important and the most critical problem, instantly hit his heart, reality began to slowly swallow his ankle, and continued to rise.