1115 Between Life and Death

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bang bang. bang bang.

There was a muffled thumping sound in my ears, as if... someone was knocking on the window of the escape hatch. But, they are in space, why would anyone knock on the door? This is really outrageous.

Before you know it, An Ninggang's lullaby humming has drifted away, dissipated in the radio waves, the dull beating sound is like a stone thrown into the water, and there are circles of ripples; The tide also slowly subsided, he slowly opened his eyes, a ray of light projected in his pupils, hazy and blurred, turned his head, and vaguely, he saw Heather Cross.

Heather? Wait, why is Heather here? Floating in space, wearing a space suit, through a helmet like a fish tank, he waved his hand with a smile, why did he see Heather Cross?

Countless question marks emerged, filling the brain to the brim, extremely crowded, almost suffocating.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Heather trying to open the hatch, which shocked him immediately-he was not wearing a helmet, if he opened the hatch at this time, he would immediately enter an anaerobic state and be involved in the airflow, It can even kill instantly.

"no no!"

But before he protested and defended, Heather had already opened the hatch, and he could only cover his cheeks with his hands like an idiot, as if trying to block a rocket that was coming - but there are no rockets here, the cabin The alarm that reminded the lack of oxygen in the room became more and more harsh, and finally turned into a murmur and exploded, but before it spread, the sound was lost.

Because the universe is a vacuum state, there is no air as a medium, and sound cannot be transmitted.

The whole world fell into silence, absolute silence.

In the chaos, Heather stepped into the escape cabin without hesitation, closed the cabin door, turned on the lights, turned on the oxygen, and then the sound came back little by little, from small to loud, from low to low. When it reached high, the alarm sound became extremely harsh again, the light in the cabin became extremely bright again, and then the crisp sound of Heather could be heard.

"Check your watch, thirteen hours and eleven minutes, tell Anatoly, I broke his record." Heather's voice was full of energy, and he began to look around, like a curious baby, and began to explore with his eyes , "It's a little dark here, what do you think?"

He finally came back to his senses.

But his brain was still a little deprived of oxygen, as if he had surfaced after drowning, breathing heavily, but his hot head was still like a lump of paste. I was overwhelmed, and unconsciously made some fragments of voice, "How... I mean... you..."

However, the violently vibrating pupils could not find a place to rest at all. They just stared at Heather in a daze. On the expressionless face, a sadness and joy slowly permeated, intertwined. , like a shimmer of light, slowly brightening up.

"Trust me, it's hard to say." Heather said cheerfully.

"But... you..." He just stared blankly at Heather, his eyes fixed, the inconceivable and joyful surging deep in his eyes surged, and the long-lasting shock wave after wave in his mind stirred up and over. Come on, I can't stop, all the voices are stuck in my throat, and there are only words that don't make a chapter.

So rude, so embarrassed.

Heather removed her helmet, took off her gloves, turned on all the lights deftly as if it was her territory, and said triumphantly, "This is so much better." She then explained lightly, "I found a... a spare battery, but luckily you didn't distract me."

Heather turned her head and stared at him, the smile on the corner of her mouth blooming like the bright sunshine of /spring/day, "I have to say, it's nice to see you again." Heather shook her head gently, "To be honest , I don't think you can hold on to it."

He didn't speak, just shook his head slightly unconsciously, and his eyes fell firmly on Heather's face, depicting the eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, lips, and that smart and playful light, so vivid, And so bright, it seems that she has completely gotten rid of the troubles of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, transformed and reborn.

He knew, he knew, it was an illusion, it was all an illusion.

He knew he was filming "Gravity," and he was Renly Hall, playing Ryan Stone; he knew, she was Rooney Mara, playing Alex Kowalski; He also knew that they were filming the hallucinatory scene where Ryan was talking to Alex in his head, and it was all just a movie scene.

He clearly knew.

But he didn't know how filming got to this point. This is the connection of three different scenes, from Ryan's desperate situation, to choosing to give up, and then to hallucination. These are three scenes. There are interruptions, repeated shooting, makeup repairs, restarting of shooting, and even breaks, at least twice. and more.

But now there is a blank space in my mind, all the connection and rest parts have disappeared, and no memory can be awakened anyway, as if those things never happened, and as if reality and illusion have merged into one.

It's just that none of this matters anymore.

He just stared at Heather in such a daze, that frown and smile were projected in the depths of his eyes, everything was so lifelike, even the small folds at the corners of his eyes after the corners of his mouth were raised were so real. So, how did all this happen?

Is he heading to heaven

On the road of , met Heather again? Or, Heather was reborn, and in the light and shadow of reincarnation, they met again?

His pupils couldn't help but tremble slightly, all the words and all the voices had poured into his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound, he just stopped in fear and panic, lest his little sound might be enough To break the picture in front of him, even if it is an illusion, he wants to hold it firmly.

"Have you found the vodka?" Heather's eyes fell between his brows, his eyes could not help but stop slightly, a faint sadness flowed from the bottom of his eyes, and he saw his own reflection in the depths of each other's pupils. Gently trembling as if electrified, swaying in the blood vessels.

She lowered her eyelids in embarrassment, avoided his sight, and began to search for the location of the vodka, hearing his exhausted, narrowly escaped hoarse voice, "You never told me...it, it's hidden in where... so..."

She searched under the seat, groped for a bit, and then showed a big smile, "Aha!" She turned her head and saw his eyes again, never moving, never hesitate, just so quiet and focused Looking at himself, tears condensed on his eyelashes, reflecting the halo of heartbreak, flowing slowly in the depths of his dark brown eyes, like spring water passing through bluestone.

In an instant, the meaning of time and space ceased to exist, and the vicissitudes of life were surging in her heart. She returned to the identity of Rooney Mara from Alex Kowalski, and her heart trembled slightly again, poof, Pfft... A clear throbbing sound hit his chest dully, and the smile at the corner of his mouth fell into his eyes like a vast star.

She could see him clearly, and she could see herself in his eyes, capturing the momentary heartbeat that broke the shackles of time and space. The eternal grandeur and majesty made the warmth in her eyes begin to surge; she knew that in In her eyes, he also reflected his appearance, which was crystal clear.

A wink, and then she's back to being Alex Kowalski from Rooney Mara again, laughing heartily, raising her vodka, "Houston, alcoholic. Now it's on again." She joked cheerfully, "Hail to Anatoli, cheers!" She raised the vodka bottle, pointed it at the spout on it, and began to enjoy it.

Then, she raised the bottle, gestured to him, and cast an inquiring look.

He shook his head with a smile, and politely declined the invitation. She shrugged and joked, "The doctor is still the same doctor." He turned his head, raised his chin, looked at him playfully, and said lightly, "Let's get out of here together!"

She re-corked the bottle and explained, "China station is about a hundred miles away, let's take a Sunday trip."

His eyes followed her movements to the dashboard in front of him, but out of the corner of his eyes he was still capturing her every move, "We can't."

"I'm sure we can," she retorted nonchalantly, grimacing at the same time.

He couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head slightly helplessly, "We're out of fuel. I've tried everything."

But she didn't give up. She shrugged and let out a long breath. "There's always something out there that we can use."

He raised his eyes, raised his eyes and glanced sideways. The expression of complaining and speechless was so vivid that he couldn't help laughing, "I have tried all methods." The same sentence was full of ridicule, and the atmosphere couldn't help but feel Gradually started to relax.

She also squinted the corner of her eyes, glanced at him, and pursed her lips, "Have you tried soft landing and propulsion?"

"That's for landing," he defended.

"Yes, the landing also needs to be advanced. It's the same thing after all, isn't there a professor in the training class?" She complained mercilessly.

He sighed lightly. "In simulator training, I never landed successfully, I told you."

"But you know the technology."

"And then I crashed every time."

The two of them were like children. You started arguing with each other, childishly and brilliantly, refusing to admit defeat. In the end, she turned sideways, kept a face-to-face attitude, and raised her voice, "Listen, what do you want? Want to go home, or do you want to stay here?"

Looking at Heather in front of him, he was stunned like this, all the words were stuck in his throat, the phantom was gradually blurring, the coldness of reality was becoming clearer, and Heather cruelly proposed the most important and most important The key question hit his heart in an instant, and the reality began to slowly swallow his ankle, and it continued to rise.

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