Chapter 3 one

The plane is broken. My friend and my classmate since I was a child: This time, the plane flew for me for more than half a month without even leaving a bone! And myself, perhaps still alive?How can I not die?The gods probably know.I can't care less about being sad. Our destination is Mars.According to my deceased friend's calculations, we had indeed entered the atmosphere of Mars before the plane crashed.So, have I landed on Mars?If this is the case, my friend's soul can rest in peace: the first Chinese on Mars deserves his death!But where exactly is this?I have to believe that it is Mars; if it is not, it must be, because I have no way of proving whether it is or not.Naturally, it can be determined from astronomy which planet it is; poor, I know as much about astronomy as I do about ancient Egyptian writing!My friend can direct me without hesitation, but he, he oh!My friend, and my childhood friend!

The plane is broken.How will I get back to Earth?OK!Only the clothes on his body were torn like dried spinach and dry food in his stomach; not to mention the plan to go back, even how to live here, I dare not think about it!I don't understand the language, and I don't know the place. Are there any animals similar to humans on Mars?There are so many problems that I don’t want to think about it; the drifter on Mars, isn’t it enough to masturbate?How little it is to subtract courage from worry! This is of course a reflection of the situation at that time.At that time, my brain was stunned.The stunned mind may have many incoherent thoughts, and I can't remember them anymore; only these how to go back and how to live seem to be remembered very clearly after the mind is fully awake, like two pieces hit ashore by the tide. Planks, the ship is all sunk.

I wake up.The first thing is to try to bury my friend, the pile of flesh and blood.That plane, I dare not even look at it.It's my buddy too, and it brought us both here, faithful machine!My friends are dead and I'm the only one alive, and I feel as if their misfortunes are all my fault!The two capable ones died, leaving only me, the incompetent, lucky fool, what an embarrassing masturbation!I think I can bury my classmates with my hands, but I must not bury the plane, so I dare not look at it. I should have dug a hole first, but I didn't. I just stared blankly, through tears.Why don't I hold that group of flesh and blood and cry bitterly?Why don't I dig the ground right away?In a state of waking up like a dream, there were many actions that I could not be responsible for. Thinking about it now, this may be the latest reasonable explanation and self-forgiveness.

I stared blankly.Strange, I remember very clearly what I saw at that time. Whenever I close my eyes, I can see those scenes again, standing in front of me with colors, even the shadow lines where the colors intersect are very clear.Only this and the scene when I first accompanied my mother to visit my father's grave when I was a child are two pictures that I will never forget in my life. I can't say what I notice in particular; I give everything around me an equal, unconcerned attention, if that makes any sense.I am like a small tree in the rain, letting the raindrops fall on me; when it falls a little, the leaves will move.

I see a gray sky.It's not cloudy, it's a gray air.The sun is not weak, because I feel very hot; but its heat is not directly proportional to the light, the heat takes care of itself, and there is no eye-catching brilliance.I seem to be able to feel the thick, hot, dense, dull gray air around me.There is no dust either, and things in the distance can be seen clearly, and it definitely doesn't look like there is wind and sand.The sunlight seems to be reduced in this grayness, and then spread evenly, so there is gray everywhere, but there is still light everywhere, a kind of silver-gray universe.During the summer drought in northern China, there are useless gray clouds floating in the sky, which reduce the sunlight a bit, but the temperature is still extremely high, so it is somewhat similar to this place; but the gray atmosphere here is darker and heavier. , the heavy gray cloud seemed to cling to my face.The tofu room is filled with hot air at night, and there is only an oil lamp emitting a ghostly light in the hot air, which is the embryonic form of this universe.This air makes me feel uncomfortable.Some hills in the distance are also gray, darker than the sky; because it is not without sunlight, the hills are gray with a little reddish color, like the colorful flashes on the necks of wild pigeons.

Gray country!I remember thinking that, though I didn't know at the time if there was a country there. Looking back from a distance, I saw a plain, gray!No trees, no houses, no fields, flat, flat; damn flat.There is grass on the ground, all of which are scraping the ground and growing. The leaves are very large, but there are no erect stems.The veins of soil are not necessarily fat, I thought, why not plant the land? Not far from me, there flew up a few eagle-like birds, gray in color, only with white tails.These few white tails give this gray universe a little change, but it does not reduce the bleak and gloomy scene, like a few pieces of paper money flying in the gloomy sky!

The eagle bird flew towards me.Looking at it, my heart suddenly moved. They saw my friend, and a few more flew up in the distance.I was in a hurry, and instinctively searched underground. There was no shovel, not even a stick!I have to ask for help from that plane; even with an iron rod, I can slowly dig a hole.However, the bird was already circling above my head.I didn't care to look any further, but I could feel them flying lower and lower, and their cry, a long, piercing cry, was right above my head.I didn't care to look for it carefully, so I grabbed a piece of the plane, and I couldn't tell which part it was, and pulled it down like crazy.A bird came down.I yelled desperately.Its stiff wings trembled a few times, its legs were about to hit the ground, and with a hook of its white tail, it flew up again.This one flew up, and two or three more came, all chirping like magpies trying to catch some food; the crowing of the ones above was longer, as if begging the ones below to wait; down.When I pulled the plane, my palms were sticky. I must have bled, but I didn't feel any pain.Pull, pull, pull; no use!I flung myself at them, kicked them, and yelled.They spread their wings and hid in all directions, but they didn't intend to fly.One has already pecked at the pile!There was a red light in front of my eyes, and I rushed towards it, trying to grab it with my hands; I only grabbed this one, and the rest of the rings came up; I kicked again.They screamed, stretched their hard wings and hid in all directions; as soon as I retracted my legs, they would attack with red eyes.And after attacking, he didn't want to retreat anymore, and deliberately wanted to peck my feet.

Suddenly I remembered: there is a pistol in my waist.I just made up my mind to touch that gun; when did it come?In front of me, just seven or eight steps away from me, stood a group of people; I could see them clearly at a glance, people with cat faces!