bang bang. bang bang.
There was a muffled thumping sound in my ears, as if... someone was knocking on the window of the escape hatch. But, they are in space, why would anyone knock on the door? This is really outrageous.
Before you know it, An Ninggang's lullaby humming has drifted away and disappeared into the radio waves. The dull beating sound is like a stone thrown into the water, and there are circles of ripples; The tide also slowly subsided, he slowly opened his eyes, a shimmer of light projected in his pupils, hazy and blurred, turned his head, and vaguely, he saw Heather Cross.
Heather? Wait, why is Heather here? Floating in space, wearing a space suit, through a helmet like a fish tank, he waved his hand with a smile, why did he see Heather Cross
Countless question marks emerged, filling the brain to the brim, extremely crowded, almost suffocating.
Immediately afterwards, he saw Heather trying to open the hatch, which shocked him immediately—he was not wearing a helmet. If he opened the hatch at this time, he would immediately enter an anaerobic state and be involved in the airflow, even May be instantly fatal.
"no no!"
But before he protested and defended, Heather had already opened the hatch. He could only cover his cheeks with his hands like an idiot, as if trying to stop a rocket that was coming in - but there are no rockets here, there are no rockets in the cabin. The siren that alerted the lack of oxygen became more and more harsh, and finally exploded into a murmur, but before it could spread, it lost its sound.
Because the universe is a vacuum state, there is no air as a medium, and sound cannot be transmitted.
The whole world fell into silence, absolute silence.
In the chaos, Heather stepped into the escape cabin without hesitation, closed the door, turned on the lights, turned on the oxygen, and then the sound came back little by little, from small to loud, from low to low. When it was high, the alarm sound became extremely harsh again, the light in the cabin became extremely bright again, and then Heather's crisp voice could be heard.
"Check your watch, thirteen hours and eleven minutes, tell Anatoly, I broke his record." Heather's voice was full of energy, and he began to look around, like a curious baby, and began to explore with his eyes , "It's a little dark here, what do you think?"
He finally came back to his senses.
But his brain was still a little deprived of oxygen, as if he had surfaced after drowning. He was breathing heavily, but his hot head was still like a lump of paste. Overwhelmed and unconsciously uttered some fragments of voice, "How... I mean... you..."
However, the violently vibrating pupils could not find a place to rest at all. They just stared at Heather in a daze. On the expressionless face, a sadness and joy slowly permeated, intertwined. , like a glimmer of light, slowly brightening up.
"Trust me, it's hard to say." Heather said cheerfully.
"But... you..." He just stared blankly at Heather, his eyes fixed, the inconceivability and joy in the depths of his eyes surged, and the long-lasting shock came wave after wave in his mind, Unable to stop, all the voices were stuck in the throat, and there were only words that were not chapters.
So rude, so embarrassed.
Heather removed her helmet, took off her gloves, turned on all the lights skillfully as if it was her territory, and said triumphantly, "This is much better." She then explained lightly, "I found a… a spare battery, but you didn't distract me."
Heather turned her head and stared at him, the smile on the corner of her mouth blooming like the bright sunshine of /spring/day, "I have to say, it's nice to see you again." Heather shook her head gently, "To be honest , I don't think you can hold on to it."
He didn't speak, just shook his head slightly unconsciously, and his eyes fell firmly on Heather's face, depicting the eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, lips, and that smart and playful light, so vivid, And so bright, it seems that she has completely gotten rid of the troubles of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, transformed and reborn.
He knew, he knew, it was an illusion, it was all an illusion.
He knows he's filming "Gravity," and he's Renly Hall, playing Ryan Stone; he knows, she's Rooney Mara, playing Alex Kowalski; He also knew that they were filming the hallucinatory scene where Ryan was talking to Alex in his head, and it was all just a scene from the movie.
He clearly knew.
But he didn't know how filming got to this point. This is the connection of three different scenes. From Ryan's desperate situation, to choosing to give up, and then to hallucination, these are three scenes. There are interruptions, repeated shooting, makeup repairs, restarting shooting, and even breaks, at least twice. and more.
But now there is a blank space in my mind, all the connection and rest parts have disappeared, no memory can be awakened in any case, as if those things never happened, and as if reality and illusion have merged into one.
It's just that none of this matters anymore.
He just stared at Heather in such a daze, that frown and smile were projected in the depths of his eyes, everything was so lifelike, even the small folds at the corners of his eyes after the corners of his mouth were raised were so real. So, how did all this happen
Could it be that he was on the road to heaven and met Heather again? Or, Heather was reborn, and in the light and shadow of reincarnation, they met again
His pupils couldn't help but tremble slightly, all the words and all the voices had poured into his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound. He just stopped in fear and panic, lest his little sound might be enough To break the picture in front of him, even if it is an illusion, he wants to hold it firmly.
"Have you found the vodka?" Heather's eyes fell between his brows, his eyes could not help but stop slightly, a faint sadness flowed from the bottom of his eyes, and he saw his own reflection in the depths of each other's pupils. Gently trembling as if electrified, swaying in the blood vessels.
She lowered her eyelids in embarrassment, avoided his sight, and began to search for the vodka, hearing his exhausted, hoarse voice that escaped death, "You never told me... it, where is it hidden?" … so… "
She searched under the seat, groped for a bit, and then showed a big smile, "Aha!" She turned her head and saw his eyes again, never moving, never hesitate, just so quiet and focused Looking at himself, tears condensed on his eyelashes, reflecting the halo of heartbreak, flowing slowly in the depths of his dark brown eyes, like spring water passing through bluestone.
In an instant, the meaning of time and space ceased to exist, and the vicissitudes of life were surging in her heart. She returned to Rooney Mara's identity from Alex Kowalski, and her heart trembled slightly again, poof, Putong... A clear throbbing sound hit his chest dully, and the smile at the corner of his mouth fell into his eyes like a vast star.
She could see him clearly, and she could see herself in his eyes, capturing the momentary heartbeat that broke the shackles of time and space. The eternal grandeur and majesty made the warmth in her eyes begin to surge; she knew that in In her eyes, he also reflected his appearance, which was crystal clear.
A blink of an eye, and then she's back from Rooney Mara as Alex Kowalski again, laughing heartily, raising her vodka, "Houston, alcoholic. Now it's on again." She joked cheerfully, "Salute to Anatoly, cheers!" She raised the vodka bottle, pointed it at the spout on it, and began to enjoy it.
Then, she raised the bottle, gestured to him, and cast an inquiring look.
He shook his head with a smile, and politely declined the invitation. She shrugged and joked, "The doctor is still the same doctor." He turned his head, raised his chin, looked at him playfully, and said lightly, "Let's get out of here together!"
She put the bottle back in place and explained, "China station is about a hundred miles away, let's take a Sunday trip."
His eyes followed her movements to the dashboard in front of him, but out of the corner of his eyes he was still capturing her every move, "We can't."
"I'm sure we can," she retorted nonchalantly, grimacing at the same time.
He couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head slightly helplessly, "We're out of fuel. I've tried everything."
But she didn't give up. She shrugged and let out a long breath. "There's always something out there that we can use."
He raised his eyes, raised his eyes and squinted, the expression of complaining and speechless was so vivid that it made people laugh, "I have tried all the methods." The same sentence was full of ridicule, and the atmosphere couldn't help but linger. Gradually started to relax.
She also squinted her eyes, glanced at him, and then pursed her lips, "Have you tried soft landing and propulsion?"
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"That's for landing," he defended.
"Yes, the landing also needs to be advanced. It's the same thing after all, isn't there a professor in the training class?" She complained mercilessly.
He sighed lightly. "In simulator training, I never landed successfully, I told you."
"But you know the technology."
"And then I crashed every time."
The two of them were like children. You started arguing with each other, childish and brilliant, refusing to admit defeat. In the end, she turned sideways, kept a face-to-face attitude, and raised her voice, "Listen, what do you want? Want to go home, or do you want to stay here?"
Looking at Heather in front of him, he was stunned, all the words were stuck in his throat, the phantom was gradually becoming blurred, and the coldness of reality was becoming clearer. Heather cruelly proposed the most important and most important The key question hit his heart in an instant, and the sense of reality began to slowly devour his ankles, and it continued to rise.