The girl took off her helmet, her short black hair spreading out and levitating.

She stretched out her index finger and tapped it lightly on the compressed cookie fragment in front of her, which slowly retreated under the force and hit the second cookie.

The second piece flipped and crashed into the third.

Six broken biscuits are lined up in mid-air, like dominoes, each biscuit hits the next biscuit after being hit, and momentum is transferred between them in turn, but the biscuit is an irregular and loose substance after all, and it can't move regularly like a Newton pendulum, and the seven biscuits quickly messed up the formation, tumbling and flying in different directions.

Mai Dong exhaled curling white vapor and reached out to stop them.

The temperature in the crystal module is very low, only about minus four or five degrees, this is still on the sunny side, the sunlight heats the bulkhead, and the temperature of the space station will be further reduced when it enters the sunny side, and the dawn before the sun rises is the coldest, when the temperature in the crystal module can be as low as minus ten degrees.

Now the only thing that can maintain the temperature is Mai Dong's cabin suit, which uses the battery of the crystal cabin as a power source, and the umbilical cord connecting the cabin suit to the core module is both a data cable and a power cable.

The heating system of the cabin suit can raise the temperature to 25 degrees Celsius, last night Mai Dong was curled up in the spacesuit to sleep, wearing a helmet buckle and a mask, the inside and outside of the spacesuit are almost isolated, the heat insulation fabric of the cabin suit is quite effective, but she still has to take off the mask when she eats - the air pressure in the crystal cabin is normal, and the emergency oxygen generation system supplies oxygen to the cabin suit and the core cabin at the same time.

Mai Dong glanced at the balance of the column and the pressure gauge of the emergency oxygen production system, in this heavy metal jar, the alkali metal chlorate was steadily decomposing, releasing oxygen, and the latter could work for a maximum of three hundred and eighty hours, a full sixteen days.

Oxygen is sufficient, which is a blessing in misfortune.

Today is the third day of the space station destruction accident.

There are still eight days left before the arrival of the Tianzhou-37 cargo spacecraft.

Tang Yue and the old cat on the ground continued to work on the manure.

If there is anything else important to do, they will not squat in the garage to pound the dung, but at the moment there is really nothing more important in the Kunlun station than smashing the - this is not to say how important it is to make, but that the person and the cat have lost all means of interfering with the space station, and can only wait for the news of the space station while stirring the, let you be as anxious as ants on a hot pot, and you can only squat in the garage, like a shell to pinch the dung mixture and knead it round and flattened.

If there is a glimmer of possibility, even one in 10,000, even one in 100,000, there is any way to increase the orbital altitude of the joint space station by one millimeter, and Lao Mao and Tang Yue will put in 300 percent of their efforts.

But they're just pounding the dung, which shows that they are really helpless.

Tang Yue turned helplessness into anger, and then vented on the poop in the jar, and the poop brothers suffered one after another, were hit with a heavy hammer, and were smashed so that they couldn't lift their heads.

"Brother Tang." The old cat pressed his shoulder, and made a solemn statement as a political commissar with thick eyebrows and big eyes, "Why be angry with poop, the poop is innocent." ”

The old cat's voice was low and deep.

"What does it have to do with you? Who are they? Tang Yue asked coldly.

The old cat made a loud noise.

"Guardian."

"Joke, I pulled this big with a handful of and urine, when did you become a guardian?" Tang Yue slowly pulled out the rolling pin from the dung bucket in the posture of a swordsman drawing his sword, slowly got up, and stood awe-inspiring with one hand behind him, like an upright and proud bamboo in the wind.

Across from him, the old cat pulled out a-stirring stick from the bucket beside him, his eyes sharp.

A gentle breeze blew between the two of them, rolling up thin layers of yellow sand.

Stick.

Stick.

Round wooden sticks.

Desert, Lonely Smoke, Stick.

"The sword qi spans 30,000 miles." Tang Yue said.

"One sword light chills nineteen continents." The old cat said.

One person and one cat frowned slightly at the same time, murderous.

It's too late, it's too soon!

Tang Yue shouted, "The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling!" ”

"The door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship!" The old cat let out a long howl and saw the move.

"Ask where the restaurant is."

"The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village."

"Luoyang relatives and friends ask each other."

"A piece of ice is in the jade pot."

"Four hundred and eighty temples of the Southern Dynasty!"

"How many buildings are in the smoke and rain!"

One man and one cat panting.

"It is worthy of being a Martian model worker, Kunlun stirring the saint, you and I are still in the middle of each other." The old cat took a step back, his face tense, but his demeanor was still calm, "In today's battle, I am afraid it will be difficult to win or lose." ”

"The celebrant and the eunuch of the pen, the eunuch of the East Factory...... father-in-law. Tang Yue put away the rolling pin in his hand, and there was a kind of wanton chic like putting the sword into the sheath, "The skill is profound, and there is no vanity under the fame." ”

"What are you doing today?" Mai Dong asked with a smile in the channel, "Chinese Poetry Conference? ”

Tang Yue and the old cat were deflated at the same time, turned around and went back to pound the dung.

"It's "New Kunlun Inn"." Tang Yue replied.

"It's "Dragon Gate Flying Cat"." The old cat replied.

"I thought it was 'Brainless and Unhappy'."

However, there are too few people in Kunlun Station, no matter how creative Tang Yue and the old cat are, they can only sing thin lip-sync comedy, and they can't act in large-scale group dramas, in the words of the old cat, it has a magnificent script comparable to the Oscar drama "Ben Hur", but unfortunately the number of actors who can be used is too small, and there is only one person and one cat when it is full, so it can only learn "Titanic" Standing on the roof of the Martian stray dog "You jump, I jump".

If you give it a regiment, it can rehearse "Alexander the Great".

Tang Yue said that if there is a regiment of people, what else does Alexander the Great need? Yannan Niwan began a vigorous proletarian large-scale production movement, transforming the Ihidi Plain into a paradise for living and working in peace and contentment.

"Girl, come down quickly...... Let's play "The White-Haired Girl" when we come down. Tang Yue pestled the dung bucket one by one, "Let the old cat play Huang Shiren." ”

"Why should I play Huang Shiren?" The old cat smashed a dung ball over, "I play Huang Shiren, so who do you play?" Yang Bailao? ”

"I'm going to do it, it must be the male protagonist, look at this Kunlun station, is there a second person who can take on this big job?" Tang Yue picked up the dung ball and smashed it back.

"Tang Yue is the male lead, then I'll play the neighbor Aunt Wang." Mai Dong chuckled.

"Aunt Wang, neighbor?" Tang Yue glared, aren't you the heroine? How did it become what neighbor Aunt Wang? Where did this neighbor Aunt Wang come from? Wang's mother next door?

"Who is the heroine looking for?"

"Heroine......" Mai Dong scratched his head, "Find a tomato with white mold." ”

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The old cat looked sympathetic: Tang Yue, do you understand? The girl meant to let you go with a rotten persimmon.