One Thousand One Hundred and Twelve Helpless

Everything was quiet, there was no sound in the entire universe, there was only a distant and thick darkness. The sparse starlight did not light up the space, but instead reflected the velvet-like darkness.

"Houston. Houston... Houston! Houston, Houston... Houston."

In the tranquility, a low voice is calling out relentlessly. The flat and straightforward voice does not feel anger and irritability, or even feels any ups and downs, just like a mechanical sound; but the rhythm of the call is slightly changed. , silent pauses, repeated template copying, or long and cumbersome endings, these are such subtle differences that outline the despair in the words.

When contacting the space and the ground, in addition to calling "Houston" as the beginning, you must also report your name and title to ensure that you can clearly locate during the communication process. This is an official procedure for normal communication. Rules everyone must know.

But at this time, the calling voice seemed to be a prank, constantly calling "Houston" in a childlike manner, but without any additional self-introduction, which was not in line with the rules and procedures. The despair hidden behind it seems to be helpless, so it just broke the jar.

"..." There was a long silence, and the repeated calls failed to get any response, so there was a long silence, only the noise of the walkie-talkie band sounded slightly, this silence was so empty Feeling flustered, then, the voice recalled again, steady and calm, calm and stiff, it seemed to have begun to numb, and even the last trace of vitality had begun to slowly settle.

"Houston, I'm Space Mission Commissioner Ryan Stone, did you get it?"

At this moment, a messy and vague voice sounded, and the curling tail sound suddenly stopped. Even if you didn't see the face, you could feel the heart that was shrunk violently. On the ground, "Houston! Houston? Houston!"

The hurried voice seized that ray of hope with infinite longing, so urgent it was so sad.

"Houston? Please confirm your identity! Houston! AM received your response, received? Did you receive it? Received?"

There was a touch of anxiety and sincerity in his voice, and even a little trembling - he was trying to suppress it, but after all, he couldn't hide his instinct/ability, and it leaked out inadvertently; however, there was no response, and the noise in those bands was instead. Disappeared, the world fell into a silent silence again, as if a big hand grabbed the heart tightly, suffocating instantly.

Taking a deep breath, you can vaguely hear the surging airflow of taking a deep breath again. After the sound was heard again, it forced to restore stability, "Are you the Chinese space station? Tiangong-1? Received?"

A voice finally came from the other end of the band. It seemed to be a little clearer, but it was still unclear. He let out a sigh of relief, trying to relax his tense emotions and thinking of a more direct way to transmit the message.

"Mayday, have you received it?" This is the international radio distress signal for distress, "Please! Help!"

Ryan Stone finally appeared in the camera. His hands were on the radio FM button, trying to find a clearer signal. The stern face was expressionless, and the beard above the chin was outlined. The neat lines on his face further accentuate the depth and softness of those eyes.

At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the radio in front of him, immersed in it with all his attention, but his deep-set eyes revealed a dejected sadness, and the surging emotions were breaking the mask of calm and self-control little by little, trying to Breaking free, the surface control, control, and re-control are more and more prominent, and the turbulent torrent of the dark tide is vividly displayed.

He didn't say anything, just glanced at it,

But said everything.

There was a messy voice over the radio band that seemed to say, "Did you mean May...Day?" Not English, not conversation, more singing.

That sense of absurdity did not shake Ryan's eyes at all, but became more urgent and surging, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and said eagerly, "Yes, please! Please help! Yes, please! "Over and over, over and over again, at the end, the voice became hurried, slightly choked, as if an invisible giant hand was strangling his throat.

However, the other end of the radio was still singing to himself, and then inexplicably came out, "An Ninggang."

Ryan was stunned like this, and the corner of his mouth twitched lightly, paused for a moment, and twitched again, the sense of absurdity and absurdity finally broke out, and he laughed like this.

The corners of his mouth were smiling brilliantly, but the sadness in the depths of his eyes flowed out thickly, and the helplessness in a moment of despair was vividly explained in the blink of an eye. He smiled, the pain and struggle in his eyes tightly bound the happiness at the corner of his mouth, unable to move.

Gritting his teeth hard, he didn't let his emotions break down completely. He reorganized and continued the communication again, "Is that your name? An Ninggang? Is this your name? An Ninggang?" After a short pause, Ryan, like a conversation between friends, called out affectionately, "An Ninggang."

"Woo la la... An Ninggang... Mayday."

The voice replied, all of them were strings of incomprehensible syllables, piecing together meaningless words, and when Ryan heard "Mayday" again, he finally realized that the other party didn't understand The meaning of this international common language for help is just repetition.

Like a babbling baby.

Reason realizes it, but emotion still doesn't—or refuses to admit it, he says reflexively, "No, no, no, no, I'm not Meddy, I'm Stone, I'm Ray. Dr. En-Stone. I need help, I…”

As he talked, his emotions began to gradually fall apart, the focus and focal distance in his eyes collapsed little by little, and he began to float his eyes helplessly, but could not find a foothold. Reason finally hit his chest, breaking the last protective umbrella of emotion, and sadness and despair filled his eyes.

The smile on the corner of his mouth rose again, and before he had time to give it a shot, his hope was cut off again. The mixed taste swept over with an incredible absurdity and comicality, smiling and covering his eyes. A thin layer of water mist, and then chuckled, "Oh." That deep despair rippled, but it stirred up a stormy sea.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

...

The entire crew was silent, and even the instinctive/innate breathing had been forgotten, not to mention the action of holding your breath, but it was completely integrated with the boundless space, as if you were also in the vastness. In the universe of , no matter how struggling, human beings are just a speck of dust in the vast universe. All resistance, all efforts, and all struggles are so insignificant.

The strong contrast between majesty and insignificance, magnificence and humbleness, slammed into everyone's chest heavily and fiercely.

Suddenly, the tears rushed out of the eyes and fell to the ground; the real magic was that there was no sore nose, no sadness, or even the process of emotional fermentation, as if the tears instantly condensed in the depths of the soul, skipping all physical reactions of the body And chemical reaction, drop directly. He didn't even have time to respond to the act of wiping away his tears.

What kind of despair is that, what kind of helplessness is that? Everyone's tongue has a different taste.

Then, they saw a gleam in the depths of Ryan Stone's eyes, which was reflected very clearly on the lens, as if it was full of vitality, which could not be hidden or suppressed. People looked sideways, but then, after realizing the truth of the matter, the sadness was released exponentially.

"Dog barking? That's dog barking..."

Ryan listened carefully, a touch of happiness quietly emerged, and then whispered, "That's the signal of the earth." Because in space, you can't hear dogs barking, "That's the signal of the earth. ." murmured again and again, there was a series of incomprehensible self-talking voices on the radio, Ryan lowered his eyelids and couldn't help repeating the same words for the third time, "That is the signal of the earth. ."

The vague words were almost inaudible, but they faintly revealed a sense of obsession and nostalgia, a belief in longing for returning to Earth.

What kind of loneliness is that, what kind of bitterness is that, it is only because of hearing the signal from the earth, the whole person melts slowly like this, like a wanderer returning home, All the strength and disguise disappeared completely, revealing the truest and most vulnerable self.

In the radio, An Ning just laughed cheerfully and cheerfully, and with it, Ryan couldn't help laughing too. The mellow and warm laughter sounded deep in his throat, obviously smiling brightly, but that The loneliness that can't be dissolved makes the smile so bitter.

Suddenly, Rooney's eyes were filled with tears, her vision was completely blurred into one piece, and the corners of her mouth still kept a smile, but the tears fell down one by one like broken pearls.

In this moment, she saw Ryan Stone, and she saw Renly Hall, the one who, after the Oscars, looked up at the stars and whispered, "Who cares that another light goes out" -Hall, the loss and loneliness in his bones are deeply and deeply buried, and he carefully refuses to reveal his inner fragility, but ruthlessly defeats all Rooney's lines of defense.

At this moment, Renly is Ryan, and Ryan is Renly, as if all of them were in space, witnessing an Acura of life. Passionately moved, Rooney's emotions completely burst.

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