"My fiancée is Ling Yi's sister," Zheng Shu smiled, and looked at Ling Yi: "Did you forget?"
Ling nodded: "I just remembered."
—So, when he first boarded the spaceship, Lin Si would say, is he the first to trust him here, and the second to trust Zheng Shu? At first, I thought it was just because Zheng Shu was Lin Si's good friend.
On the spaceship, everyone seldom mentioned the past events on the earth, and rarely mentioned the relatives who were left on the earth, because the facts of the past made people sad.
Perhaps for this reason, the identity of Zheng Shu's fiancée was only mentioned once three years ago.
In previous conversations, Tangning also mentioned this fiancée. According to him, she didn't get a boat ticket, and Zheng Shu had been missing her for a long time.
"Let me just say it," the colonel didn't care about it, and laughed, "Xiao Ling has received professional training at first glance, your fiancée must be very good."
Zheng Shu buttoned up the black casual suit jacket and said, "Do you know Ling Jing?"
"Colonel Ling Jing?" The colonel opened his eyes wide: "That's her?"
Zheng Shu nodded.
"She is in the second base, and we have no contact with us, but we have all heard of her, the iron-blooded beauty of the second base! She is very powerful!"
Zheng Shu smiled, with a very gentle and nostalgic look in his eyes.
He realized that Ling Yi was looking at him, and reached out to stroke his hair.
Ling Yi suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and lowered his eyes.
Zheng Shu smiled: "Come with me."
Ling Yi: "Yes."
Zheng Shu's office is still the same, with a bunch of fresh and beautiful cat grass planted on the desk.
The life cycle of this kind of grass is only one or two months, and it needs to be replaced frequently, but Zheng Shu has been planting it uninterruptedly.
"She couldn't feed herself, but she liked it, and finally found that this kind of grass is very easy to grow and beautiful, and she can also bring it into her dormitory in the army." She has planted a lot, and when she returns home every month, she will take a new pot with her."
Ling nodded.
"You will plant with me sometimes." Zheng Shu said.
Ling Yi said "ah".
In other words, Zheng Shu is another person on the spaceship who knows himself on Earth besides Su Ting.
"You never said that before," he said.
"Lance thought at that time that you had to grow up a little more, because it would be a very hopeless thing to lose all your relatives." Zheng Shu said slowly, "But since you already know Ye Selin, you can't do it. It doesn't matter anymore."
Ling Yi let out a "huh".
"I heard that your eighteenth birthday is coming up a few days ago. I don't have anything to give you." Zheng Shu opened the desk drawer. "After thinking about it, I'll give you this."
He took a book of Irish poets from a drawer and turned the pages. In the middle and back, there was a photograph in the middle of the paper.
In the center of the photo is a young woman in a white dress.
She has a pair of frost blue eyes, her black hair is pulled up, decorated with some diamonds, and she smiles.
Her facial features are beautiful, but a bit sharp, like a queen.
"Ling Jing looks like your father, and also has a similar personality." Zheng Shu touched her face in mid-air, but didn't really let it go. "You grew up with your father, but your personality and appearance are more similar. Yesselin."
Ling Yi looked at this photo.
Holding Ling Jing's arm is Su Ting, she is also wearing a small dress, she is younger than now, and she smiles very sweetly.
Their background is at night. On the brightly lit lawn, there are large and small white round tables. On the table are some young people Ling Yi doesn’t know. , Standing and sitting postures are very upright, like people from the army.
Behind the figures of the people, on the table in the center, a corner of a multi-layered cake was exposed.
"I took this photo at the engagement banquet with Ling Jing." Zheng Shu said.
—Afterwards, he noticed that Ling Yi's eyes had been wandering among those people, and he immediately knew what he was doing, and said with a smile: "Lin Si is not here, and he went to Berlin for the second time at that time."
Ling Yi let out an "oh" with some disappointment.
Reluctantly, he scanned the photo again, but the upper right corner of the photo attracted all his attention.
It was a corner of a building in the distance, and there was warm yellow light inside. The light came out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and there were two figures in front of the windows.
Because this part is already very small in the photo, only as small as a small fingernail, the two figures are just a vague and blurred mass, hidden in the halo of warm yellow light.
They might be looking this way... must be looking this way.
"This is your father and mother."
… looking at their daughter.
Ling Yi couldn't move his eyes away from there for a long time, and after a long time he opened his mouth to speak, and found that his throat was a little dry: "... Is there me?"
"It was already late at that time, Ling Jing wanted you to go to bed." Zheng Shu pointed to the building that looked like a small building, "You are inside."
His finger moved to the top of the engagement cake again: "There were two fondant figurines here, but Ling Jing cut them off for you to play with."
Ling Yi looked at the building, and then at the cake whose top was cut off. He didn't know what to say, but he felt a strange feeling rising from his heart... It turned out that he really existed on the earth, and had friends , and loved ones who love me, although I don’t remember them all.
He took the photo from Zheng Shu and said, "Thank you."
Zheng Shu smiled and smoothed his hair: "No thanks."
**
"Is it possible to use it as a portable weapon?" Lin Si looked at the huge spherical container with a diameter of 20 meters in front of him and frowned, "Is there some obstacle in my hearing? You just want to make it a spaceship to carry weapons ?”
Mr. Lambert from the first district felt a little guilty: "Isn't this just a joke..."
The first district is indeed researching antimatter weapons, and it really made a perfect container for storing antimatter.
They synthesized the shell of this container with a variety of special metals. The container is an absolute vacuum, and the function of the special metals is to stimulate and maintain a high-intensity force field.
Various force field and electromagnetic field generators are also installed at the bottom of the container, and these fields interact to finally firmly restrain the antimatter in the center of the container.
Logically speaking, as long as another propulsion device is installed to eject the antimatter, it will be a perfect and powerful weapon.
But here comes the question, how to pop it out
The first way is to open the container and eject the antimatter.
Then before seeing the effect of the weapon, his spaceship was annihilated first.
The second method is to pop the ball out and open it when it reaches the target location.
But with the current amount of resources, it is really impossible to make a second container. There are many materials that were found by coincidence in the vast universe before, and—
"The density of the container material is too high. Although it is only 20 meters in diameter, it weighs hundreds of tons." Mr. Lambert continued to feel guilty.
"Well," Lince said, "it's amazing that you haven't crushed the floor."
"So, because it is too heavy, the range will not be very far. We have not conducted experiments, and we don't know how powerful it is, and whether it will affect the spacecraft."
That said, even if the container is ejected, the ship could be annihilated in the aftermath of the weapon.
Rings: "So you've blown all our resources and made a single-use suicide weapon?"
"So please evaluate whether it is possible for us to disassemble it and make it into a single-person weapon with controllable power," Mr. Lambert scratched his hair, "Ordinary people can't, even if the container is made It's smaller than a yo-yo, and no one can pick it up, but your bones might be able to do it."
A lengthy discussion began.
Electromagnetic fields and force fields all need to be reconfigured within a very small physical range, and the technical difficulties are simply hopeless.
Tang Ning modeled their various ideas and evaluated their operability.
You can't move too much, or you will be noticed by the marshal and his wife—so many precious resources have been thrown down, and it has become a suicide weapon... A scientific research accident, an absolute scientific research accident.
It would be a good thing if a weapon that could be carried on the skeleton was removed, but there were also hidden dangers, then the power of the skeleton would increase exponentially—the marshal would definitely be more afraid of the skeleton.
Lin Si is busy all day long.
When he finally rested, the communication bracelet meowed.
This is the notification tone for Ling Yi's message.
"I studied physics today, played a few games with the colonel and Sweena, played with Su Ting for a while, and received Zheng Shu's birthday present, I will show it to you when you come back."
—Once the little guy is not by his side, he will obediently report what he has done today.
Lin Si smiled and replied, "I'll go back right away."
Ling Yi told him: "I'm going to b79 to see the stars."
Lince: "Yeah."
**
Ling Yi sat cross-legged on a transparent platform, her soft black hair draped over her shoulders.
He looked at the nebula and stars in the sea of stars for a while, and then took out the photo again.
These are people I once knew, as well as relatives.
But... Only Su Ting is still alive in this world.
He stared at those people in a daze, and finally looked at the figures of his parents.
They also existed, but now they are gone, disappearing at the other end of the vast sea of stars.
Will they watch themselves in the void
Ling Yi was suddenly a little confused, and stretched out his hand to the distant Xinghai, as if he could touch something by doing so.
After looking at it for a long time, he put the photo away.
However, I saw the back of the photo—the white background, with a line of words on it, familiar fonts, beautiful, and not lacking in uprightness.
It seems like a poem.
"Facing eternity is the love of all of us, a lingering farewell."
A touch of melancholy and sadness entwine in this line.
Ling Yi was reading this poem when Lin Si came.
"Lins," he read out the poem, a sentence composed of several words with a beautiful rhythm: "what does this mean?"
"Huh?" Lin Si came to his side.
"Why did she say that the love of all of us is a long parting?" Ling Yi looked at the line.
"I don't understand literature," Lin Si said.
Ling Yibian pursed his mouth.
Lin Si looked at his confused look and felt a little distressed. After thinking about it, he explained it to him in a way he understood.
"Maybe so." He sat down on the seat beside him, and Ling Yi looked up at him.
Lin Si thought for a while, and suddenly asked, "Do you know the second law of thermodynamics?"
Ling nodded a little: "Entropy increase?"
"Well," Lin Si said, "entropy is the degree of chaos of an object. In the natural process, entropy can only increase, not decrease."
Ling nodded.
"Glasses will be shattered, supernovas will explode, stars will go out, black holes will evaporate, all of which are entropy increases. Entropy increase is the only eternal process in the universe. The shattered glass will not recover, and the extinguished stars will not light up again. .Because the entropy increase is irreversible, time will never go backwards, the dead will not be resurrected, and the lost things will not come back. This is a physical law, so some people think that the law of entropy increase is the only one that cannot be falsified. truth."
Ling Yi blinked: "And then?"
"So there are always more deaths than births. At the cosmic level, there is no metabolism and homeostasis. Every day, more stars are going out than are being born. Finally, there will be a day when nothing can be destroyed anymore. The entropy reaches its maximum, and it dies forever in thermal equilibrium."
"This is heat death, the death of the universe," Lins said indifferently, "the ultimate fate pointed to by the second law of thermodynamics."
Ling Yi looked at the line of the poem and was a little startled: "Then does she think that all those who love each other will be separated?"
Rings took the photo and turned it over.
Ling Jing, who was no longer alive, smiled, and the diamond tiara shone brightly under the light.