One week later.

The surface of Proxima Centauri b.

City No. 3

Unlike City One, as a city where ordinary people live, in order to ensure the quality of life, the design of most areas is highly similar to that of cities around the world.

Some roadside trees were also planted along both sides of the road.

It must be said that, under zero management, these roadside trees are growing quite well.

On the streets, besides leisurely pedestrians, there were even some vendors selling all kinds of snacks.

"Take a look! Look at this! Authentic Tianjin specialty fried dough twists!"

Changsha stinky tofu! Money back guarantee if it's not stinky!

"..."

Shouts and calls rose and fell.

Looking only at the street in front of you, you might even have the illusion that you are still on Earth.

However, if you look up slightly and gaze at the "sky," you will quickly discover the anomaly.

There is no blue sky, no white clouds.

Yes, it does, but it consists of an intricate steel frame structure and various macro-control devices.

Ren Feng walked through the crowd with a blank expression, ignoring the various greetings from the vendors around him.

"Wasteburger 8-piece set, now only 29.9 credits!"

Upon hearing this, Ren Feng abruptly stopped in his tracks.

The confusion in his eyes gradually faded, and he stiffly turned his head toward the direction from which the sound came.

A middle-aged man looked at him with a smile.

"Would you like one?"

Ren Feng's face gradually contorted.

"Boss, how much is your laxative?"

The middle-aged man's smile gradually disappeared: "What laxative? I'm selling hamburgers here! Young man, don't talk nonsense!"

Ren Feng's expression grew increasingly strange.

He stared intently at the middle-aged man in front of him and asked, word by word, "Then why did I stay in the toilet for three hours after eating your hamburger?!"

Middle-aged man: "..."

"Cough cough..."

Seeing the puzzled looks from the passersby, the middle-aged man quickly grabbed Ren Feng's shoulder: "Young man, like this."

"I'll give you another hamburger meal, okay? Don't talk nonsense."

Ren Feng: "???"

He strongly suspected that the middle-aged man in front of him was trying to murder him.

Seemingly noticing the incredulous expression on Ren Feng's face, the middle-aged man's expression changed rapidly.

A few seconds later, he sighed deeply and said to Ren Feng with a bitter face, "Brother, the migration plan is about to begin. Can you please not mess with me for these last few days?"

"If I pay another fine, I'll be completely broke!"

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, the anger on Ren Feng's face suddenly vanished, replaced by deep confusion.

"……never mind."

Ren Feng waved his hand and walked forward with a blank expression.

Migration plans, yet another migration plan...

Thinking of the staff who had been mobilized three times by his family some time ago, Ren Feng sighed deeply.

I really don't understand why these people want to leave this city...

Isn't this kind of life great?

As for the middle-aged man, he scratched his head in confusion as he looked at Ren Feng's suddenly EMO-like back.

But he quickly put the matter out of his mind and continued shouting.

"Take a look, take a look, Wagner Burger..."

...

After passing through the bustling downtown area, Ren Feng arrived at a relatively quiet residential community.

"Xiaofeng, you're back?"

On the way, an older woman saw Ren Feng and greeted him with a smile, saying, "It seems like you have guests at your house again."

Ren Feng felt a tightness in his chest, but his face remained expressionless.

He smiled and nodded to the older woman: "Okay, I'll go back now!"

As he spoke, he quickened his pace and hurried towards his home.

...

As soon as Ren Feng opened the door, he heard that familiar voice coming from inside.

"Proxima Centauri is a star destined to perish..."

Ren Feng sighed softly.

They were also part of the relocation plan's mobilization efforts.

"Mom, I'm home."

Ren Feng shouted loudly.

Ren Feng's call quickly drew the attention of the people in the living room.

One of the women, who looked to be in her forties, quickly stood up and waved to him.

"Xiaofeng, you're finally back."

"Come quick, this... um, this comrade is here to see you."

Ren Feng sighed softly and dragged his feet toward the living room with difficulty.

A middle-aged man in uniform saw Ren Feng and his eyes lit up slightly.

He quickly stood up, strode over to Ren Feng, and shook Ren Feng's right hand with both of his: "Hello Ren Feng, perhaps you don't know me, let me introduce myself first..."

Ren Feng curled his lip and ruthlessly pulled his right hand away: "Didn't you just come to persuade me to join the migration plan?"

The uniformed man's lips twitched, and he said awkwardly, "If you put it that way, you're not wrong..."

Ren Feng waved his hand: "No need to waste your energy, I'm not participating in the migration plan."

Hearing this, a hint of urgency flashed in the uniformed man's eyes: "But your parents have both chosen to participate in the relocation program, and you're left here all alone..."

Ren Feng interrupted the uniformed man, saying in an unfriendly tone, "Who said I was left here alone?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than two slightly childish voices rang out in the living room: "We want to stay here too!"

"Wherever our brother goes, we'll go!"

The uniformed man turned his head to look.

Two children, around ten years old, jumped off the sofa with big smiles on their faces and skipped over to Ren Feng's side.

“This…” The uniformed man cast a pleading look at the middle-aged couple beside him.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

The middle-aged couple showed no surprise on their faces.

Mr. Ren sighed deeply and said softly, "Comrade, let's talk in private."

With that, he walked straight out of his house.

The uniformed man paused for a moment, then quickly followed in Ren's footsteps.

...

"Isn't that strange?"

Ren's father's slightly hoarse voice came from the front.

The uniformed man nodded with a wry smile: "It was indeed a bit of a surprise."

"We haven't encountered this situation before."

"Generally speaking, it is the children who are willing to migrate, but the parents who are not."

Mr. Ren stopped in his tracks, turned to look at the man in uniform, and sighed deeply once again.

"To be honest, this is the fault of my husband and me."

The uniformed man didn't speak, but instead cast a questioning look at Ren's father.

"You should have noticed that the two children are closer to Ren Feng."

The uniformed man nodded.

That's absolutely true.

Before Ren Feng returned, the two children didn't even have a smile on their faces.

Ren's father said to himself, "Ren Feng is 25 years old now and has lived with his maternal grandfather since he was a child."

"As for the two younger children, they have lived with their maternal grandfather since birth, and Ren Feng is the closest to them."

“We only managed to bring the three of them back in the last few months.”

"so……"