Xue Chengcheng them. I have been in the business of pig small intestine for a while. They find it boring. Because although this business comes with money, it is too stinky. People like Xue Tingcheng. He was not used to such a tedious life. The eldest son who turned around and ate. I don't like it even more. Days like this. Only the old man. Very proud. He felt that his life had never been easy. Xue Chengcheng. In a small town. I wonder what opportunities there are. Later, he finally found an opportunity. This opportunity is to read the sound of imitation. In the small vinegar town. There is also an outsider. The other thing is to rely on. Button. Hard work. Winemaking. Stuffed vinegar. Sell tofu. Saved a huge family business.

Lloyd's cabin was originally designed to accommodate thirty passengers. He felt a little unaccustomed to looking at the empty seats around him, and he felt quite lonely, especially being taken care of by the male and female flight attendants, not to mention the pilot, the co-pilot, and the two mechanics. He wondered if anyone in history had ever received such special care; And probably not anymore in the future. He recalled the cynical remark of a not-so-reputable pope: "Now that we have the Holy See, we might as well enjoy this power." "Well, he's come and enjoy the journey and the comforts of weightlessness. Freedom from gravity, he was also at the same time, at least temporarily, freed from life's troubles. Someone once said that you may be frightened in space, but you will never be distracted in space. That's exactly right!

It seems that the flight attendant was determined to keep him eating non-stop for the entire twenty-five hours of the journey, and he had to refuse the dishes that were delivered again and again. Contrary to the ominous predictions of early astronauts, eating without gravity is not a problem. He sat at an ordinary dining table, and the cups and plates were fixed to the table, like in a ship sailing on the sea. All kinds of dishes have to be a little sticky, otherwise they will fly away and drift in the cabin. Therefore, the pork chops have to stick to the plate with a thick sauce, and the salad has to be mixed with a gelatinous sauce.

With care and a little skill, there are few things that can't be handled safely; Only hot soups and particularly crumbly pastries are forbidden. Drinks, of course, are another matter; All liquids can only be contained in plastic extrusions.

The design of the toilet – painstakingly worked out by an entire generation of heroic, but unpraised, volunteers – can now be said to have reached the point of invulnerability. Shortly after the start of free fall. Sigmund Freud did some investigation. He walked in and found that it was equipped with the usual equipment of an airplane toilet, but it was lit by a red light, which irritated his eyes. A notice in large letters said: "For your comfort, please read the following carefully!! ”

Freud sat down (even in weightlessness, people are accustomed to sit naturally) and read the proclamation several times. After making sure that nothing had changed since his previous trip, he pressed the "Start" button.

An electric motorcycle on the left starts running, and Floyd shows himself moving. As the announcement said, he closed his eyes and waited. A minute later, a bell rang, and he opened his eyes and looked around.

The light now turns a pleasantly pinkish white; But, more importantly, he was again affected by gravity. Only the slightest tremor suggests a false gravitational pull caused by the entire toilet turning like a roulette trojan. Freud picked up a bar of soap and watched it fall in slow motion; He judged that the centrifugal force at this time was about a quarter of the normal gravitational force. But that's enough; This ensures that everything moves in the right direction, which is crucial in the toilet.

He snapped the "Stop, ready to go" button and closed his eyes again.

As the rotation stopped, the gravitational pull slowly disappeared, the bell rang twice, and the red warning light lit up again. The door was now fixed in the correct position, allowing him to slide into the cabin, which he attached himself to the carpet as quickly as he could. He had long since lost his novelty of weightlessness, and it was nice to have a pair of Wilcoro loafers that allowed him to walk almost as usual.

Even just sitting and reading, he had enough pastime. If you get bored of reading official reports, memos, and records, attach a letter-sized "news pad" to the ship's intelligence line so you can browse the latest news on Earth. He can summon one of the world's major electronic newspapers like a mantra; He had memorized the call signs of all the more important e-newsletters, and he did not have to check the schedule printed on the back of the "press pad" in his hand. He opened the short-term memory device on the display and quickly skimmed through the headlines on the first edition, remembering which ones were worth reading. Each piece of news has its own two-digit symbol; When you press the symbol, a piece of news the size of a stamp expands to exactly the size of a screen, making it comfortable to read. After reading one, you can go back to the full version and choose another one to peruse.

From time to time, the captain and other members of the crew walked into the cockpit and exchanged a few words with him. They were in awe of the distinguished guest, and undoubtedly curious about the purpose of his visit, but they did not even dare to hint at it because of their politeness.

Only that cute little female flight attendant seemed to be unrestrained in front of him. Freud soon discovered that she was from Bali and had brought a certain tranquility and mystery of the largely unspoiled island beyond the horizon. One of the most surprising and memorable memories of his trip was when she performed some classical Balinese dance moves in a gravitational setting against a backdrop of a blue-green tooth-shaped globe.

During a period of sleep, the main lights in the cabin went out, and Freud wrapped his hands and feet in an elastic sheet, and the rabbit floated into the air. The arrangement seemed rudimentary—but, in the absence of gravity, his mattressless bunk was more comfortable than the most luxurious cushions on earth.

After he was wrapped, he fell asleep quite quickly, but he also woke up once in a haze, and for a moment he fully understood the strange environment he was in. For a moment, he felt as if he had entered a half-light and half-dark Chinese-style palace lampshade; The dim light from the surrounding square seats created this illusion. He then said to himself, firmly and effectively; "Sleep. Child! It was just an ordinary moon landing. ”

When he awoke, the moon had swallowed half of the sky, and the braking was about to begin.

The wide, curved windows on the oddly shaped walls of the cockpit were now facing the sky, not the nearby moon, and he walked into the control room. Here, through the rearview TV screen, he can observe the last stages of the landing.

(End of chapter)