Diary

Ideals are full of hope, but reality is cruel.

In just ten minutes, all three of them were disappointed.

Luo Chen was speechless: "I finally understand why we should let professionals do professional things."

At first, they tried to open the computer.

Then I found that every computer could not be plugged in and could not be turned on.

This was nothing, they had already guessed it.

But when they confidently flipped through the materials in the bookcase and on the desk, they found that

I really can't understand a single word!

It is not because of language differences at all. After all, long before humans entered the interstellar age, in order to promote civilization integration and cultural exchanges, the language of the entire earth had been almost unified. The integrated version of the common language is probably a mixture of the former Chinese, English, French, Russian and a large number of small languages, mixed with a bunch of strange dialects.

Now, these precious materials from humans in the last century were placed in front of them. They could understand each word, but not when they were put together.

After all, these are research data compiled by researchers on a daily basis, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get a glimpse of the situation and obtain the information they want.

But... there is too much experimental data. It is impossible for the three of them to bring it back alone. If someone intervenes and takes it back, there is no telling what will happen. If an attacker sneaks in, all the data will be gone.

Because of this, three people with different majors but nothing to do with planetary science and astrobiology began to read books angrily, trying to achieve a miracle in half a day and become experts in extraterrestrial civilization research by self-study!

Luo Chen had already put in the same effort as when he was preparing for the calculus exam in college, trying to use the limited imagination in his mind to understand these symbols and numbers that seemed like a divine book.

After an unknown amount of time, her eyelids gradually began to twitch, and a few minutes later, she fell asleep with one hand resting on the vast amount of information.

What she didn't know was that just a few minutes later, the other two teammates also gradually lost consciousness...

…

Xu Cheng returned to that dream again.

In that dream, he was still a child of seven or eight years old, at the age of being happy and playful, so his mother always had to rack her brains to coax him to sleep.

He lay in bed, his plump white legs and feet arched up repeatedly and disobediently, trying to fight the boring task of sleeping every night.

Sitting beside his bed was a woman with a blurred face.

But Xu Cheng knew that it was his mother.

For someone you haven't seen for a long time, the eternity of time will erase her face, and cast a hazy halo like an angel on her facial features. But the feelings for that person will never fade. Even though Xu Cheng can no longer remember his mother's face or what she did, every time he sees his mother in his dreams, he always feels at ease from the bottom of his heart.

Just like every time he dreamed of her, she would be staring at him.

As in every dream, Xu Cheng heard his mother say, "Since you can't sleep, let me tell you a story."

Little Xu Cheng rolled around on the bed, begging his mother to tell him the most interesting story.

The mother's gentle voice rang out: "You know that the home we live in is called the Earth."

Xiao Xucheng stopped his restless legs and feet. He was thinking seriously. The word "Earth" gradually took shape in his mind and became the globe that the teacher would spin around in the classroom when he moved it.

So he made a gesture of drawing his hands in the air.

His mother actually understood what he meant and stroked his head with a smile: "You are so smart."

The mother whispered, "Now we can not only live on Earth, but also on many other small planets."

"But in a place farther away, in a place called the outer galaxy, there are other planets and other civilizations."

Xiao Xucheng bit his fingers and muttered unfamiliar words: "Civilization?"

His mother took his finger out of his mouth, wiped it with clean toilet paper, and placed it on the bedside: "It's an alien."

Little Xu Cheng was very interested in the three words "aliens" and his two chubby hands clapped for a long time.

The mother was helpless: "You seem quite happy."

She sighed very gently: "The aliens predicted that their homeland would be destroyed in a hundred years, so they need to find a new home within a hundred years."

It was extremely difficult for little Xu Cheng to process such a large string of unfamiliar messages. Just when he was using the weak CPU in his head to the point of smoking, his mother's cell phone rang.

When she saw the incoming call on her cell phone, she frowned, then she quickly picked up the phone and responded, "Yeah." "Yeah." "I'll be there right away."

Then she put on her coat and gave Xiao Xucheng a gentle smile: "Go to sleep, Xiao Xucheng."

Then she turned and walked away.

This was the last scene of countless dreams before. Little Xu Cheng watched his mother's straight back disappear at the gate, never looking back.

But this time, the dream unexpectedly did not end.

Before his mother left, little Xu Cheng finally came up with a question: "What if they take over our... territory?"

It was a childish question, but the mother paused.

She tilted her head and seemed to really think about it for a long time, then said, "If it were me, I would probably write a diary."

"Diary?" Xiao Xu Cheng repeated slowly. He remembered that his elementary school teacher also asked them to write diaries, but he was lazy and only had the first day in every new notebook.

"Yes." Mother's voice echoed clearly in the bedroom: "The confrontation between the stars is very long and often affects several generations. I can't guarantee that I can drive them away in my generation, so I must at least leave a spark of hope so that future generations can read my diary and continue to think on our basis. If the aliens are driven away by then, future generations can regard my diary as an insignificant story, but if the crisis still exists, then leaving this thing is better than leaving nothing behind."

As she finished her words, her mother's figure gradually disappeared, as if she was about to be annihilated. This was a scene that had never appeared before. Xu Cheng shouted, "No!"

The next second, he woke up suddenly and found that he was still in the laboratory on the first floor of the research center.

I actually fell asleep while reading a book?

Xu Cheng laughed at himself, but the next second, he found something wrong.

How come Luo Tan and Andre fell asleep too?

It's not strange for one person to fall asleep accidentally, but it's too strange for three people to fall asleep at the same time.

Xu Cheng tried to call them for a long time, but they didn't wake up.

But their breathing was normal, as if they were asleep.

Xu Cheng thought about it and didn't call them anymore.

His subconscious told him that if he fell asleep here, his life would not be in any danger.

Xu Cheng chewed over the dream again in his mind.

He was sure that he had never dreamed of the last part before. This was the first time, like a dream that had been hidden in the dust and finally came to light.

This story is actually his last memory of his mother, and also his most profound one.

But even in this passage, the mother's appearance is vague.

Not only that, he couldn't even remember his mother's name.

He once thought that this was because a seven-year-old child had insufficient memory capacity, but after seeing the Aksai Extraterrestrial Civilization Research Center with his own eyes, he felt that everything was not that simple.

If his mother had not been here, why would he have such complicated emotions deep down?

Diary...

Diary...

If there is such a diary, where is it placed?

There are so many bookcases and folders here that if you hide your diary in just any place, it will be hard to find it.

But at this moment, Xu Cheng inadvertently glanced at a locked cabinet in the corner of the laboratory.

A force coming from nowhere drove him in that direction.

The cupboard door was locked.

Xu Cheng was confused for a moment at first, but soon he touched his neck and pulled out a necklace.

He had worn this necklace for many years, and even the joints of the chain had accumulated a lot of wear and tear. But the strangest thing about it was its pendant.

It was a small silver key encased in glass.

Just like the collapse of dominoes, Xu Cheng suddenly remembered another memory about this key.

That was after he found out that his mother had locked all his New Year's Eve money in a cupboard. He burst into tears and his mother said helplessly: "If I give you these things now, you will lose them. I will give them to you later."

Xiao Xucheng was crying profusely, with snot bubbles coming out of his nose: "I...I'm going to... sob now."

The mother thought about it awkwardly, then smiled and said, "Although you are young, you are also a little adult with your own ideas. So, I will give the key to you for safekeeping."

She made the key into a pendant with her own hands and then hung it around Xu Cheng's neck.

"Don't lose it. Not only these New Year's money, but everything I want to leave for you in the future will be locked in this cabinet."

Many years ago, little Xu Cheng didn't quite understand what his mother said, but a bright smile appeared on his tearful face because he had a shiny new toy.

Many years later, Xu Cheng's eyes were wet. With trembling fingers, he held the pendant that had accompanied him since childhood and gently dropped it to the ground.

"Crack——" With just a crisp sound, a corner of the glass shattered and a small silver key fell out.

Xu Cheng picked up the key and reached for the lock of the closet.

He just turned it once and the door opened, fitting perfectly like a set of mortise and tenon joints.

On the upper shelf of the cabinet, in the middle, there is a hardcover book.

On the lower level, paper bags were neatly arranged.

As soon as Xu Cheng touched them, he drew his hand back as if he had been struck by lightning. Inside were all his New Year's money.