Silence is the most common thing here.

Even if there is a beautiful earth behind us.

"The surroundings are so quiet, but I am doing welding work. It feels like being in a horror movie. I still hope to hear sounds." The speaker was a girl, an astronaut who has been working in the Shanhai International Space Station since she was 29 years old.

, her name is Xian Qianhua.

"Zizzizizi." A man immediately began to imitate the sound of welding.

This man is performing daily repair work on the exterior of the space station together with Xian Qianhua. Yan Sichen, who is two years younger than her, is a "veteran" who likes extreme sports but started working on the International Space Station at the age of twenty-two.

"Oh ho, the young man is very popular."

"You are really impressive. I retract my prejudice. How about we reconcile as before?"

"Reconciliation? Why do I remember giving each other a fierce look when we first met?"

"Haha, that's really..."

"Don't be ridiculous. The melted metal flew out from the collector. Didn't you see it?" The supervisor is an ace astronaut with eleven years of experience working on the space station. His name is Song Ge. He is thirty-eight years old this year.

In two years, he will retire.

"Oh, really! Sorry, I'll clean it up right now." Xian Qianhua was very embarrassed.

Yan Sichen snickered on the side, he continued his work, and was obviously much more skilled than Xian Qianhua, who had just arrived here not long ago.

"Didn't you see it just now?" After finishing the processing, Xian Qianhua asked Yan Sichen in a low voice.

"I saw it, but some somersaults have to be thrown once to remember them."

"Haha...I really thank you."

"You're welcome."

The work continues.

After about half an hour, the oxygen content carried by the three people's spacesuits was less than 40%, but the work was only half done.

"Stop your work for a moment. I'll go back and see what's going on." What Song Ge said was that when they were working outside, the oxygen supply equipment in the space should deliver oxygen. In theory, it would not be so fast.

They consume the oxygen they carry, but the situation is a bit abnormal now.

"Okay, received." Yan Sichen had stopped working, but Xian Qianhua was still continuing.

"It's better to be lazy, space walking is very dangerous." Yan Sichen kindly reminded Xian Qianhua.

Xian Qianhua showed her oxygen reserve to Yan Sichen: "Here, 75%. My oxygen is very sufficient."

"Huh? This is really weird? Is it possible that everything is normal only on your side?"

"No, every time I walk in space, I will assume that I am diving in the deep sea, so my control of oxygen will be more efficient." Xian Qianhua's tone was filled with a little pride.

"Tsk..." Yan Sichen frowned and said, "What you are doing is illegal. Space walking is not diving. You must keep a clear head at all times."

"Thanks for reminding me, so I would rather finish my work as soon as possible and go back to lie down instead of here."

"Huh? You seem to never like your current job."

"Yes, but in this world now, who cares about what you like? Isn't there a slogan? Show your value!" There is something in Xian Qianhua's words.

Yan Sichen didn't know how to proceed. After being silent for a while, he fixed himself on the bracket of the solar collection panel, facing the direction of the earth and said, "But I like it here very much."

Xian Qianhua was working hard and she didn't want to be disturbed: "Sorry, I don't have time to chat with you now, and I don't want to be scolded anymore."

But Yan Sichen was still talking to himself, but his voice was much softer.

"I used to like photography the most. It was because of photography that I was 'tricked' by my senior brother..." Yan Sichen said while using the camera on his head to record the scene at this moment: "He said, there are many photographers on the earth, you

Why not go to space and take a look, maybe you can become famous in one fell swoop!"

"Hmm...have you become famous?"

.

"No, I don't like photography to become Wang Yi or Su Ran. I don't value women or fame that much."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are really noble, then what do you value?"

"I prefer holding a camera but not taking pictures. I just want to record this moment with the eyes of a photographer, and then lock them into my own memory. I want to enjoy this moment alone." Yan Sichen said and looked at Xian Qianhua with a smile.

, even though his space mask looked pitch black from the outside.

Xian Qianhua's expression was also hidden in the darkness, and she didn't even look up.

After another five minutes, the oxygen content data in front of Yan Sichen began to rise. It seemed that it was done, but Song Ge had not returned yet.

He unlocked the fixed lock and continued working.

Xian Qianhua had already used this time to finish her work. She stopped, not because she was too tired, but because she couldn't stand this kind of silence.

"Did you know...even at the deepest depths, you can still hear sounds...with some equipment, you can even capture the calls of whales, and the sound is so beautiful."

Yan Sichen asked while working: "Why are you so afraid of silence, why do you take the initiative to apply to enter the space station?"

This sentence exposed Xian Qianhua's arrogant nature. She laughed dryly and said: "I didn't apply on my own initiative, I was forced to come."

"Well……"

Silence, stillness.

Xian Qianhua lowered her head and could just see the Pacific Ocean and the east coast of China.

"What do you think they are doing down there now?" Xian Qianhua asked.

"who?"

"They, the people of the earth."

"Busy living... or busy dying?"

"The Shawshank Redemption... Tsk, you are quite artistic."

"It's a shame." After Yan Sichen secured an area, he began to move down. The area he was responsible for was much more than Xian Qianhua's, and it was very fragmented.

"The earth is so beautiful..." Xian Qianhua looked at the earth under her feet in admiration.

She suddenly remembered a song, a very old song!

There is a passage in the lyrics: "The more nostalgic the coastline is, the more beautiful and winding it is..."

"I feel a little homesick."

"Um...where is your hometown?"

"Hey, we have been working together for more than half a year, and you don't know where my hometown is?"

"Haha, you didn't say that."

"That's right... I'm from Changchun, Jilin, how about you?"

"Me? I am a Chinese from Singapore, and my ancestral home is Shandong."

"Singapore...is not..."

"Well... I don't have much idea about the country, so I won't talk about such a heavy topic... Well, have you ever been curious about it?"

"What are you curious about?"

"If one day humans have to leave the earth, can we live in outer space?"

"I haven't thought about this, but I read news reports. Isn't the Wangye Ecological Zone built on the ruins of old Tokyo the prototype of mankind's future outer space ecological star ring? I have a distant relative from my hometown who still lives in that ecological zone.

.”

"Oh? Then let's have a chance to get to know each other. I'm very curious about what the food we eat every day is made of."

"Um...well, if I have the chance to go back, I will help you find out...but, have you ever heard of such a sentence?"

"What?"

"It's OK to go to a restaurant to eat, but don't go to the kitchen."

"Uh...haha, you're right, it makes sense."

…

"Eternal life or reproduction, humans, reproduce, have children, pass on knowledge and culture, create beautiful memories... I remember that I had explained the relationship between immortality and reproduction in detail before; they are not opposites, but based on

It is a choice of the existing ecological environment. If the environment allows it, we will reproduce. If the environment does not allow it, we will live forever, or in other words, freeze ourselves." - A record of an interview with Su Che in "True Record".

…

After finishing work, Xian Qianhua did not go to eat immediately. She went back to her apartment and lay down.

Living with three other space station workers in a 3.5-square-meter room is already a very luxurious treatment, but Xian Qianhua is still not used to it, especially since the woman on the bunk above her often cries alone in the middle of the night.

At first Xian Qianhua thought she must be sad in some way, and since she was unfamiliar with her, it was difficult to disturb or stop her, so she could only endure it.

But later I found out that the girl who lived on her upper bunk was just sentimental and loved reading sad books, so she cried profusely every day.

This is really terrible.

After learning about this incident, Xian Qianhua had a conversation with the girl, hoping that she would pay attention and not disturb her rest.
To be continued...