Going to Berlin for graduate school? It's not impossible. Chen Cheng thought for a while and began to type, "This matter is relatively important, I need to think about it for a while before giving you a reply." ”

Professor William, who had a big beard and looked like Marx, saw that "Chen" finally agreed, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Excellent! ”

"Professor?" The secretary asked outside, "Is there something wrong?" ”

William grinned and said, "It's okay, I'm just so happy!" ”

Chen Cheng couldn't feel William's happiness, he closed the computer, read the engineering book for a while, and went to bed after washing up. His thoughts became dull, and his body seemed to be falling and falling. The earth was rapidly receding, and the body was plunging into the dark universe. Sight, hearing, and all the senses gradually fail, and the mind gradually cools and slows down.

I don't know how long time has passed, but it is more accurate to say that time has lost its meaning, and when there is no reference, when there is no movement of matter, the measure of time does not exist in the first place.

It was as if I had woken up from a dream far away, and everything around me suddenly became clear. Sounds, smells, and miscellaneous information come to mind. The smell of metal and earth, Chen Cheng felt both before he opened his eyes. His eyes trembled slightly, and when he opened his eyes, a middle-aged white man looked at him with wide eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

Mark was really scared. He'd been in this place for months, let alone a human being, and he couldn't see a single bird feather. Every day he faced the desolate land and the empty base, and apart from himself, the only thing that lived was a pile of potatoes.

Growing potatoes every day, watering potatoes every day, eating potatoes every day, made Mark feel like he was actually a potato. Maybe he was on this desolate red Mars from the beginning, and he fantasized about anything like Earth. However, he was a man of great psychological qualities, a man who claimed to be a man among men, an astronaut who had undergone arduous training, and was sent to a place 55 million kilometers from Earth.

So, he knows exactly what he has to do to survive after being abandoned on Mars. Today, after exploring the predetermined route, he just entered the base and saw a big living person, how can this not surprise him, how can he not be surprised?

First surprised, then surprised, and finally, Mark fell into deep self-doubt.

Is the person in front of you real, or is it just an illusion at all? Is it because it's too lonely and lonely, so this will fantasize about a living person?

However, even then, it shouldn't be an Asian man.

Chen Cheng watched the expression on the face of the white man in front of him constantly change, and his heart was constantly calculating. For a moment, both of them were silent. It took a long time for Mark to break free from his self-doubt, and he asked with a serious expression, "Who are you?" ”

Mark is an American, so he naturally speaks American English. Fortunately, Chen Cheng's English is not bad, and the two have nothing else to do, so they quickly communicate smoothly.

It turned out that the white man's name was Mark, and he was a member of the U.S. Mars landing program, but for various reasons, the other members left in a spaceship after the exploration, leaving him alone on this desolate red Mars.

"So, who are you?"

"Me?" Chen Cheng replied, "It's a Chinese." ”

"Okay, okay," Mark complained, "I know you Chinese are invading the world and selling your cheap goods everywhere, but this is Mars, what are you doing here?" ”

"I don't know, you're saying that the outside of this house is the land of Mars?"

"Of course, the red earth, the red sand, the red rocks, in fact, are not all red...... Hey, I kind of knew you were going to be here," Mark said thoughtfully, "Red China and Red Mars, what a match." ”

Chen Cheng frowned, it was not once or twice that he entered other worlds, he was already very experienced, but it was the first time that he was alone with a man who seemed to have a mental problem on a planet that was not suitable for human existence.

The two chatted for a while, but gradually they couldn't find anything to say. Mark thought that all this was his own fantasy, but Chen Cheng didn't like to communicate with others too much because of his own experience and personality. He prefers to watch from the side and then rot everything in his stomach.

Of course, for things that he can't know, he is still happy to ask for advice. Just like now, although he didn't know what it was for, he still followed Mark for an afternoon to learn about mechanical operation.

When it was time for dinner, Mark naturally took out two boiled potatoes and ate them to himself. For Mark, the imaginary person naturally doesn't have to eat.

Chen Cheng watched Mark finish the two potatoes with tomato sauce in three times and five by two, and then watched the white man lick the plate with great satisfaction, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. When the other astronauts left, they thought Mark had died outside from the accident, so they didn't leave a lot of food behind. Aside from the potatoes, there were only a few spices and sauces.

And the Earth is 55 million kilometers away from Mars, and it is almost impossible to wait for rescue. In other words, it won't be long before this man, who is still optimistic and thinner, will starve to death on this empty and lonely alien.

After eating the potatoes, Mark put on his spacesuit and went out to work. After contacting Earth Headquarters, he was desperate to communicate with people. Through a probe launched decades ago, he was able to communicate with Earth with a delay of half an hour.

After only a moment's hesitation, Mark decided not to tell him about the man he had seen. In the deep sea, in space, in many extreme environments, human beings are prone to hallucinations. He has read a lot of psychology books and received special training, and he clearly knows that he is too stressed, so he saw such a Chinese.

As for why he is Chinese, he does not know, does not want to know, and does not want to be labeled as unreliable by NASA, but he has long heard of the power of the Patriot movement. Although the current political environment does not feel like half a century ago, more is better than less, isn't it?

A day passed, and Mark was able to deal with his illusions calmly, and he also learned a little rudimentary qigong with this Chinese who called himself Chen Cheng. Perhaps because of the psychological effect, Mark felt much more comfortable sleeping. Gu Lu, on the other hand, felt a little hungry, and he hadn't eaten for more than twenty hours.

Looking at Mark, who was sleeping peacefully, Chen Cheng began to think. In the previous world, he had accumulated a lot of prestige and also gained the ability to leave freely. Now, as long as he wants, he can leave here and return to the familiar earth. But it's easy to leave, and it's not so easy to come back to this world.

Every time he crosses over, he doesn't know which world he will go to, and the probability of wanting to return to this world is almost zero. In the dim light, he stood for a long time, until it was white in the east.

Mark felt that he hadn't slept so well for a long time, and when he woke up, although he still felt hungry in his stomach, his spirit was better than ever. Sure enough, just putty kung fu is so magical.

"Ah, my Chinese friend, hello!"

When Mark came together, he saw Chen Cheng sitting cross-legged not far away, and he greeted each other very happily.

"Speaking of which, being an astronaut is such an interesting profession." Mark babbled and said, "Although the current situation is not very good, how many people in the world can have such an experience as me?" If I can return to Earth, I must write a biography, earn tens of millions of dollars, and then drive a yacht around the world to ......."

He talked for a while, and his stomach began to feel hungry again. Mark touched his stomach and let out a whining groan, "I really want to eat KFC's junk food again, as well as roast turkey, cheese sandwiches, and German ham.......... What the experts say is bullshit, what junk food, tell me that they are all full! ”

"Are you hungry?"

", I've been nibbling on potatoes for months, and I can only eat two per meal!" Mark stretched out the index finger of his right hand, and felt that it was wrong again, and then put his middle finger up as well, "Two!" I already feel like a humanoid potato! ”

"KFC I don't have it here, but the rice and noodles are enough. Oh, and some bread, jerky or something, do you want it? ”

"I know you're my fantasy," Mark complained, "but it's too real to know what I'm eating." In the horror movies I've watched, people who hallucinate eat very disgusting things. ”

Chen Cheng smiled and took out bread and bacon from the "inventory", and even beer and peanuts.

"Poof!"

As the beer can was opened, Mark muttered, "It's all fake," but his mouth was secreting a lot of saliva. Even if it was a hallucination, it was too real, and he could already smell the sweetness of beer and the smell of bacon.

The drooling was getting bigger and bigger, and the feeling of hunger made him almost lose his mind. Fortunately, he is a trained American astronaut and will never succumb to mere illusions.......... Wait, how did you eat it yourself?

"Huh?" Chen Cheng sandwiched the cut bacon in the bread and took a bite, "I want to eat too, if you don't eat it, then I have to eat it alone." ”

"Satan!" Mark grumbled, throwing the last shred of his sanity behind him, grabbing a can of beer to himself, "gurgling" it down his throat, then grabbing the bread and bacon and nibbling on it.

"Uh..... It's so delicious! ”

Mark feasted and wiped out the food and beer on the table. The belly finally felt full, and he gave a long hiccup, "Okay, you win." If I could eat like this every day, even Satan would admit it! ”