Bang bang. Bang bang.

There was a muffled thrashing sound in my ears, and it seemed to ...... Someone is banging on the window door of the escape pod. But they're in space, so why would anyone knock on their door? It's outrageous.

Unconsciously, the humming of An Ninggang's lullaby had faded away, dissipated into the radio waves, and the dull beating sound was like a stone thrown into the water, causing ripples in circles;

Heather? Wait, why is Heather here? Floating in space, wearing a spacesuit, smiling and waving hello through a helmet like a fish tank, why does he see Heather Cross?

Countless question marks emerge, filling the brain to the brim, so crowded that it borders on suffocation.

Immediately afterward, he saw Heather try to open the hatch, which immediately frightened him - he was not wearing a helmet, and if he opened the hatch at this time, he would suddenly enter an anaerobic state, and become involved in the air current, which could even kill him instantly.

"No! No!"

But before he could protest and justify, Heather had already opened the hatch, and he could only cover his cheeks with his hands like a fool, as if trying to block the rockets that were smashing in—but there were no rockets at all, and the sirens in the cabin warning of the lack of oxygen grew louder and louder, and finally exploded into a cacophony, but before it could spread, it lost its sound.

Because the universe is in a vacuum, there is no air as a medium to transmit sound.

The whole world fell into silence, absolute silence.

In the midst of the chaos, Heather unhurriedly got into the escape pod, closed the hatch, turned on the lights, turned on the oxygen, and then, little by little, the sound came back, from small to large, from low to high, the alarm became extremely harsh again, the light in the cabin became extremely bright again, and then Heather's crisp voice could be heard.

"Confirm your watch, thirteen hours and eleven minutes, tell Anatoly that I broke his record. Heather's voice was full of life, and she began to look around, like a curious baby, and began to explore with her eyes, "It's a little dark here, what do you think?"

He finally came to his senses.

But the brain was still a little hypoxic, as if he had surfaced after drowning, and he was breathing heavily, but his feverish head was still like a mess, and he looked at Heather in front of him in a daze, his face was full of astonishment and confusion, and he unconsciously made some fragments of sound, "How do you ...... I mean...... You ......"

But the violently vibrating pupils couldn't find a place to settle at all, just looked at Heather in front of him intently and in a daze, and on the expressionless face, a sadness and joy slowly permeated, intertwined, like a glimmer of light, slowly brightened.

"Trust me, it's hard to put into words. Heather said cheerfully.

"But...... You ......" He just stared at Heather in a daze, his eyes intent, the incredulity and joy in the depths of his eyes swelled, and the afterglow of shock stirred in his mind wave after wave, unable to stop, all the voices were stuck in his throat, and only words that were not written are left.

Such a gaffe, so embarrassed.

Heather removed her helmet, took off her gloves, expertly turned on all the lights as if it were her territory, and triumphantly said, "That's much better." Then, she explained lightly, "I found a piece of ...... A spare battery, good thing you didn't distract me from the side. ”

Heather turned her head and looked at him, the smile on her lips blooming like the bright sunshine of spring/day, "I have to say, it's nice to see you again." Heather shook her head slightly, "Honestly, I don't think you'll be able to hold on. ”

He didn't speak, just shook his head lightly unconsciously, his gaze firmly on Heather's face, drawing the eyebrows, eyes, the bridge of the nose, the lips, and that smart and playful light, so vivid and so bright, as if she had completely escaped the troubles of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis and was transformed and reborn.

He knew, he knew, it was an illusion, it was all an illusion.

He knew that he was filming "Gravity", that he was Ranley Hall, who was playing Ryan Stone, that he knew that she was Rooney Mara, who was playing Alex Kowalski, and that they were filming the hallucinatory scene where Ryan was talking to Alex in his head, and that it was all just a movie scene.

He knows it well.

But he didn't know how the filming had progressed to this point. It's a three-scene scene with interruptions, repeated shoots, make-ups, restarts, and even breaks, at least two or more.

But now my mind was blank, all the connections and rest parts were gone, and no memory could be awakened in any way, as if those things had never happened, and as if reality and illusion had merged.

It's just that none of this matters anymore.

He stared at Heather in a daze, the smile projected in the depths of his eyes, everything was so lifelike, even the small folds at the corners of his eyes when the corners of his mouth were raised. So, how did all this happen?

Could it be that he was on the way to heaven and met Heather again? Or was Heather reborn, and in the light and shadow of samsara, they met again?

His pupils couldn't help but tremble slightly, all the words and all the voices had come to his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound at all, he just stopped in fear and panic, lest his slightest sound might break the picture in front of him, even if it was an illusion, he wanted to hold on firmly.

"Did you find vodka?" Heather's gaze fell between his eyebrows, his eyes couldn't help but pause slightly, a faint sadness flowed from the depths of his eyes, and he saw his own reflection in the depths of each other's pupils, and the slight trembling of his heart was like electricity, scurrying in his veins.

She lowered her eyelids in embarrassment, avoiding his gaze, and began to search for the location of the vodka, his exhausted, hoarse voice ringing in her ears, "You never told me...... It, where is it hiding...... So ......"

She searched under her seat, fumbled for a moment, and then smiled widely, "Aha!" She turned her head and saw his gaze again, never moving, never hesitating, just quietly and intently looking at herself, tears condensing in her eyelashes, reflecting the halo of heartbreak, flowing slowly in the depths of her dark brown eyes, like water flowing through a bluestone spring.

In an instant, the meaning of time and space ceased to exist, and the vicissitudes of life surged in her heart, and she returned from Alex Kowalski to the identity of Rooney Mara, and her heart trembled slightly again, poof, poof...... A clear throbbing sound was muffled against his chest, and the smile on his lips 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 of breaking the shackles of time and space, and the eternal grandeur and majesty made the warmth under her eyes begin to surge, and she knew that in her eyes, his appearance was also reflected, clear to the bottom.

A wink, and then, she returned from Rooney Mara to Alex Kowalski again, laughed heartily, and raised the vodka in her hand, "Houston, alcoholics are now starting to go out again." "Cheers to Anatoly, Cheers!" she teased cheerfully, and raised the vodka bottle, aimed it at the top mouthpiece, and began to enjoy.

Then, she held up the bottle and gestured to him, casting an inquiring look.

He shook his head with a smile and declined the invitation in a friendly manner, and she shrugged her shoulders and spat wittily, "The doctor is still the doctor." The grim humor in the ridicule made people laugh, she put the lid on the bottle again, turned her head, raised her chin, looked at him playfully, and said lightly, "Let's get out of here together!"

She put the bottle back in place and explained, "The China station is about a hundred miles away, let's take a trip on a Sunday." ”

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

"I'm sure we can. She retorted nonchalantly, and grimaced.

He couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head helplessly, "We're out of fuel." I've tried everything. ”

But she didn't give up, shrugged her shoulders and let out a long breath, "There's always something there that we can come in handy." ”

He raised his gaze and squinted at the corner of his eye, his expression of complaint and speechlessness was so vivid that it made people laugh, "I've tried everything." The same sentence was full of ridicule, and the atmosphere couldn't help but gradually start to relax.

She also tilted her eyes, glanced at him, and then pouted, "Have you tried a soft landing push?"

"That's specifically for landing. He argued.

"Yes, the landing also needs to be promoted. It's the same thing after all, isn't there a professor in the training session?" she complained mercilessly.

He sighed lightly, "I've never made a successful landing in simulator training, I told you. ”

"But you know the technology. ”

"And then I crashed every time. ”

The two of them are like children, you start arguing word by word, childish and brilliant, refusing to admit defeat, and finally she turned sideways, kept a face-to-face posture, and then raised her voice, "Listen, do you 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 blurring, the coldness of reality was becoming clearer little by little, Heather cruelly asked the most important and crucial question, which instantly hit his heart, and the realism began to slowly eat away at his ankles, and it continued to rise.