At that time, it was no problem for people to stand on the earth, but the creatures in the water were the animals and plants of the earth. Even the plants that are planted afterwards may have radiation, which does not solve the problem at all.

It is impossible for man not to eat or drink, but eating these earthly things is no different from eating poison.

The earth is hopeless, this is the only thought in the minds of the experts of the space station.

And our future can only wait from generation to generation in the space capsule, waiting for a miracle to happen.

What is a miracle? Isn't that?

But my mother also said that the concept of miracles is that the only computer we have on the ground can receive messages from the earth.

As long as there is a message from a human in the signal, it indicates which area of the earth is still inhabited by humans.

And they have a paradise that is suitable for habitation and we can return to Earth.

I don't think this so-called miracle can happen, but Mom organizes a hymn to the earth every week.

It is said that it is to pray for such things to happen, to pray for miracles.

Although in everyone's eyes, I am the most suitable prime minister to succeed my mother and become the successor of forest farmers.

But I really don't know how to deal with it, even if I don't want to admit that my mother has cancer.

One day, a week later, I woke up and couldn't find my mother.

Mom's capsule room was empty, and only when I asked around did I know that it was the doctor who took my mother to the hospital at Japan Station.

It seems that the machine at the Japanese station is more advanced, and it may be being rescued in the hospital now.

My heart trembled when I heard that the rescue was carried out once, and at this moment a witness said. said that he saw my mother faint on the ground last night, and then she was taken directly to the rescue.

I almost ran to the Japan Station, which is two stops away, the only hospital in Japan Station.

All the lights were out, not a single figure.

It took me ten minutes to walk through the whole hospital.

I called out to my mother as I searched, but there was no one in the hospital.

I ran down the street at Nippon Station and screamed for my mom until a familiar voice shouted behind me, "Is Usu you?" ”

I turned around and it was my mother's attending physician, Chen Hao.

"Uncle Hao, where is my mother?" I said puzzled.

Chen Hao waved at me and said, "Come here and talk." ”

I quickly ran over to Chen Hao and said, "Where's my mother?" Uncle Hao, what are you doing here when you're not in the hospital? ”

I glanced up at the sign on the hatch, which I couldn't read in Japanese.

But the last two words I know are the word "technology" in Chinese.

"It's a long story, and I can't express it well. You'll know when you come in and see it, come on. Chen Hao said.

There were three gates one by one, and Chen Hao and I entered the innermost room.

Everything here looks technological, worthy of the word technology on the door.

But I was getting more and more confused, and there was a row of people standing in the innermost room.

I know every single one of these people.

From the far left, they are: Han Dong, the wedding emcee, Lu Qiao and Dahai, two engineers, and Li Goudan and Li Tiedan, twin colleagues before their mother.

Then there was a foreign professor named Jock, who was the founder of linguistics in Linnong. For more than ten years, he has made unique achievements in teaching foreigners to speak Chinese, and this Professor Jock is truly proficient in six Chinese languages. And he is really proficient, not the emcee Han Dong who can only talk about it, but really understands history and writing and can speak and write. Of course, at this time, the other five languages are about to become swan songs, after all, everyone speaks Chinese at the moment.

Finally, there was the Dr. Chen Hao who brought me in.