【…… August 13th, fine]

Writing the date on the header and looking out the window at the endless sand dunes, Wang Qiang sighed and closed the diary. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is no beauty here at all, there is nothing but sand as far as the eye can see, there is no desert, except sand. The stuffy scenery and boring life made him have to search his stomach for a long time every day for this diary of more than 100 words.

But that's fine, how about killing that empty and boring time?

Looking up at the wall clock on the wall, seeing that the time was almost up, he stuffed the diary into a drawer, Wang Qiang got up and walked to the door.

As I walked through the hallway, I couldn't see a single figure.

No matter how vast the area of Mars is, it is a relatively closed environment for the twenty colonists living here. At the end of their work, everyone used to go back to their rooms and shut themselves in closed circles, some wearing phantom helmets, some staring at their books.

Sometimes Wang Qiang even wonders, if the kitchen is equipped with a food delivery drone, will it be possible that he will not see his neighbors for the rest of his life?

A closed environment often breeds mental illness.

More and more people went to see a psychiatrist, so much so that the work of the psychiatrist became busier and busier, and the schedule was always full, and even the only psychiatrist in the colony almost replaced depression due to overwork.

But Wang Qiang is okay, he still has his diary, a friend who occasionally plays billiards with him, and a job that is not boring.

After rinsing briefly in the bathroom, he took out his equipment from the wardrobe, and after putting it on carefully, Wang Qiang walked through the buffer room and the air shower room, and walked towards the outside of the base.

The boots sank into the gravel, and the dim light spilled through the cracks in the dust.

Wang Qiang raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the turbid sun.

Just as he walked towards the rover, a communication window suddenly popped up in the lower right corner of the holographic screen inside the helmet.

The turn button was pressed, and the captain's voice rang in his ears.

“…… Today's mission is canceled, drive the rover back to the garage, and immediately assemble in the colony's central square. ”

Wang Qiang was stunned and asked puzzled, "What happened?"

"Reinforcements are coming. ”

Reinforcements are coming.

When he heard these four short words, Wang Qiang's heart suddenly rose with an irrepressible joy, as if after three years of drought, finally there was a rain in the sky.

Jumping into the rover in a hurry, and driving the car into the garage in the colony, Wang Qiang got out of the car without stopping and trotted to the colony square.

When he crossed the movable door, he found that the remaining nineteen colonists had all arrived. Captain Hong Zewei stood in the middle of the square, holding a stack of paper in his hand and reading it, while the rest of the people gathered around him and listened attentively.

Everyone's faces were filled with visceral excitement.

Looking forward to the stars and the moon, I finally looked forward to the king.

Wang Qiang pulled his friend and asked in a low voice.

"What is the captain reading?"

"Letter from Earth!" said the friend excitedly, "It is said that the Star Ring Trade has set up a column for us and collected about 10,000 greetings from the Earth for us!"

"Are you sure you received all the greetings?" said Wang Qiang with a strange expression.

With the quality of the Internet, I don't believe it if I kill him!

"Ahem, of course, the ones read here are all screened, there are tens of thousands of letters in total, how can you read them all," the friend glared at Wang Qiang with a look of 'just know it yourself', and then continued to look at the stack of letters in Hong Zewei's hand.

Looking at the envelopes, Wang Qiang's heart suddenly swelled with an indescribable emotion.

At least, they, the "Martians", are still remembered by the fellow countrymen on Earth. The concern contained in those words reminded him of the blue planet, the magnificent sea, and the palm fronds swaying at the door of his house......

Snorting, Wang Qiang suddenly remembered the reason why he canceled today's mission and rushed back as soon as he went out. So he immediately looked left and right, but there were familiar faces all around.

"Didn't you say reinforcements had arrived? Why didn't I see anyone?"

"The letter was brought by the reinforcements, thrown down from the synchronous orbit. The friend grinned and pointed to the sky, "It's almost time." ”

Wang Qiang looked up and looked beyond the transparent graphene dome above Colonial Square.

“…… Let's welcome our new friends, the second group of colonists!"

The square erupted in cheers, and people opened the champagne and let the foam spray.

Such enthusiastic cheers have not been heard for a long time since the day the colonial module landed.

What Hong Zewei said before, and what he said later, Wang Qiang didn't pay attention to listen, his eyes had been glued to the turbid sky, until the faint blue light particles appeared, gathering bigger and bigger, more and more moon, and finally set off the figure of the thing it carried behind it.

The rectangular colonial cabin is like a stone monument placed upside down, and the shape design inherits the consistent style of the shipyard of the future people heavy industry - wide opening and closing. Dropped from the synchronous orbit by the Seagull-class transport ship, it landed heavily next to the colony under the action of the reverse jet of the plasma engine.

The muffled sound of hitting the ground came from the soles of his feet, and the base of the colony pod was deeply embedded in the sand, and the billowing sand and dust were lifted up, and instantly drifted over a distance of thousands of meters.

After the first colony, after a few months, the Ring Trade has left a second footprint on Mars.

Although it had a capacity of 110 people, the newly landed colonial pod was much smaller than the original one. The newly landed colonial cabin was loaded with only the tools and supplies urgently needed by the new colonists and colonies, and there was neither reserved living space nor functional cabins such as production workshops.

Ten large Mars rovers shaped like buses streamed out of the opening on the side of the colony module, carrying more than 100 colonists from Earth, and drove in the direction of the colony.

Among the colonists were engineers who had worked on lunar colonies, technicians who specialized in industrial automation design, even chefs who had come to improve the colony's food, or composers who decided to dedicate their lives to the arts......

In addition to these ordinary colonists, there are also ten people with special status.

They were soldiers, part of the Orbital Airborne Brigade of Ring Trade, nominally to maintain law and order in the colony, but in fact to be there for the secrecy of the five kilometers underground.

The colony garage opens, and large Martian rovers enter.

The old colonists prepared a grand welcome ceremony for the newcomers, and welcomed the new neighbors who had come from afar.

It had not been so lively in the colony for a long time, so the welcome ceremony was held with great pomp, and it was not long before everyone was welcomed into the canteen, all kinds of delicious food and wine were served, and the captain Hong Zewei began with a toast speech, announcing the beginning of the banquet.

The welcome ceremony was a joy for both the guests and the hosts, and swept away the low morale of the colony some time ago.

Five bottles of champagne went down, Wang Qiang drunkenly burped, his eyes drifting with his swaying consciousness.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that in the inconspicuous corner of the banquet, a man with a straight standing posture walked up to the captain, gave a clean military salute, and seemed to say something.

As for what he said, he didn't have the time to find out.

Pulled by a friend and poured a mouthful of high-altitude whiskey, Wang Qiang only felt that his eyes were spinning for a while, and finally his forehead made intimate contact with the table, and his groggy consciousness finally fell into the abyss......

It was probably the happiest he'd ever had since he came to Mars. (To be continued.) )