Let us drink and sing, for life is short.
“We’ll prepare for both scenarios.” Mo Yang stood up and instructed the young man beside him, “Mo Yang, go and start the equipment and see if it works properly.” After saying that, he looked down at the person on the bed again, “Chen Lili, how are you feeling now? Do you need to eat something, or is there anything that’s bothering you?”
Chen Lili coughed twice. "Professor, I'm fine, I don't feel uncomfortable. It's just that the signal source in my phone was used up before. I originally wanted to follow Fan Siwen's method to convert the signal, but after I tried to do so, I couldn't connect the signal source. On the contrary, the signal source conversion failed."
Hearing Chen Lili's words, everyone present fell silent. The hopes they had just held onto were now completely shattered.
After a moment of silence, Mo Yang broke the somber atmosphere with a timely "It's alright, we still have hope from Mo Yang's side."
To be fair, Song Yize's words were not problematic, but everyone's mood remained gloomy, and no one present had a smile in their eyes.
Mo Yang walked over to the young man's side, and Fan Siwen followed closely behind.
"Why did they use it?" he muttered to himself. Suddenly, a hand reached out from in front of him and hit Fan Siwen's arm.
Fan Siwen looked up and met the gaze of the person in front of her, then said nothing more.
He walked over to the young man and asked, "So, can you open it?"
As Mo Yang spoke, he leaned to the side and stood next to the young man, looking at the instrument's screen.
The instruments, which were running all the time, never thought they would need to be restarted one day.
Fortunately, the boy was very good at these things. After pressing a few buttons and operating the backend, the page jumped to the initial interface.
"Professor, how do you usually send files out?"
The boy discussed the operating procedures with Mo Yang and worked hard to operate the instrument together. Fan Siwen felt superfluous and wandered off to the storage room to find something to eat.
After rummaging through the cabinet for a while, he didn't find anything that interested him. He picked up a can of salmon, opened it, took a couple of bites, and then, thinking about the two people outside, grabbed two more cans and went out.
As he reached the door, he vaguely saw someone in a corner of the crowd tapping on their phone. Fan Siwen walked over out of curiosity.
"What 3399 mini-game are you playing?"
Logically speaking, this is the only way to pass the time when there is no internet.
Fan Siwen was curious about the battle, but the person in front of him concealed his curiosity as if he were guarding against an enemy.
"I didn't play any games." Chen Lili held her phone to her chest, her eyes darting away as she looked at the person.
"Want one?" Fan Siwen held out the can of food in her hand.
"I don't have much of an appetite right now."
After being rejected, Fan Siwen, feeling bored, went to where Song Yize and Mo Yang were.
Holding the two cans of food that had just been rejected, he walked to a table to the side and put them down.
"Dinner's ready." He leaned closer, saying, "How's it going?"
He was chewing on a can of food while staring at the content on the screen.
"We've sent out an emergency signal, but the problem is, we don't know how long it will take for the signal to reach the other party. I'm not sure whether we'll receive help before or after receiving a reply."
Mo Yang always received a reply from the other party the next day, so he knew nothing about the specifics of the transmission progress.
"It's alright, better than doing nothing and waiting to die." He looked at the person who had spoken and held out the can of food he was holding. "Want some?"
"I won't eat yet," Song Yize declined his invitation.
Fan Siwen sat down on the table, feeling bored.
"What do you plan to do if no one comes to rescue us?"
The young man kept his head down and continued operating another device. "If I had to choose the last thing I do before I die, I would rather spend it testing."
"What a stubborn fool," Fan Siwen complained. "And you, Song Yize?" Fan Siwen said, turning her head to the other one.
"Don't be so irresponsible. Regardless of whether we can get out or not, I'm still your mentor for now." After saying that, he took his head off the instrument and turned to the person. "Besides, there's no such thing as an unrescue option. Once the message is sent out, we'll be rescued one day."
“Oh right, you’re right, whatever you say is right. You have an incredible sense of conviction,” the man said, throwing the empty box he had finished eating onto the ground and jumping off the table. “Didn’t you guys almost finish developing the instrument? Do you want to test its feasibility?”
“What?” Mo Yang picked up the conversation precisely. “Planning to pass through here? Don’t dream. Without a matching energy source, even if the data is accurate, the instruments won’t start. Besides,” Mo Yang unconsciously walked to the side of the instruments, looking at the marks left by the sand and gravel, and gently touching the patterns on them with his fingers, “after going through all this, we can no longer guarantee their normal operation.”
The words that came out of his mouth seemed to contain regret, as well as a hint of heartache.
Fan Siwen thought for a moment and said, "Then we'll build another one after we get out of here. What's the big deal? It's not like the house collapsed and we can't live in it anymore. We can just rebuild it."
It's easier said than done, Mo Yang thought to himself. However, Fan Siwen's words were not wrong. Indeed, it would be good to rebuild it.
The young man who was fiddling with the equipment saw that the two people in front of him were bored, so he put down what he was doing and joined in.
The boy sat between the two and said, "Let's have a real game." He looked at the two of them as he spoke.
"Well, truth or dare, you know, it needs to be played with alcohol. Just playing it on its own isn't very interesting," Fan Siwen joked, but he was already itching to try it out.
"Where are we going to get alcohol here?" Mo Yang said, glancing at the officers sitting on the ground beside him, then looking towards the storage room. "Didn't Fan Siwen drink those bottles of water he brought back last time?" Mo Yang said, looking at the young man beside him.
The young man didn't understand the meaning, but Fan Siwen understood it instantly.
"Seriously? It's been so long and you've only got a few bottles of juice? You haven't even touched them. I'll go look for them." With that, she strode over.
The young people were still confused by the conversation, not understanding why a few bottles of juice were necessary for the game, only providing some Vitamin C.
When Fan Siwen returned with the juice, Mo Yang took both bottles from him and handed one to the young man. The young man looked at the value of the juice and understood its significance.
The three of them, holding freshly opened and still slightly fizzy juices, suddenly seemed to have a breakthrough and started singing about the juices.
“I usually need to go to the bathroom as soon as I drink juice. You guys take the lead, and I'll participate occasionally.”
Fan Siwen did not refuse Mo Yang's request to raise fish, and joined the young man in clinking glasses.
"If one person speaks their mind and the other gets angry, the person who said it will drink."
The young man didn't refuse, so it seemed he agreed.
"Then I'll go first. Mo Yang, I think you're too cowardly. Among men, your courage ranks last."
The boy wasn't angry. He picked up his juice and replied, "I also have something to say to you. I think you seem brave but reckless, and in reality, you really are brave but reckless."
"What do you mean?" Fan Siwen asked angrily.
The boy took a sip of juice, looked at the person, and added, "Do you like Chen Lili?"
"Shh..."
Fan Siwen shook his finger vigorously, as if afraid that people in a very distant place would hear it.
"What are you doing!" After a long while, he finally hissed at the young man in a low voice.
The boy wasn't angry and continued the conversation, "Chen Lili likes me now."
She spoke in a calm and indifferent manner, but her tone was full of arrogance.
"What? What did you say? Do you dare to speak any louder?"
The young man paused again, then said, "She's my girlfriend now, and we've been together for a long time."
“Alright.” Mo Yang, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, finally joined the two of them, picked up his juice and clinked glasses with the young man. “How long are you planning to keep me in the dark?”
The young man chuckled, "Actually, I didn't intend to hide it from you. It's just that you're a bit slow on the uptake. It's obvious; anyone else would have noticed it long ago."
“I told you, something bad would happen while I was gone, see?” Fan Siwen held up the juice in front of Song Yize, clinking it against the bottle in his hand. He took a sip and continued, “But I’m not giving up. As the saying goes, you can get divorced even if you’re married, right?” He then looked at the person next to him, as if he were speaking to him.
Mo Yang ignored him and continued drinking his juice. "You should do something decent, instead of just looking like a human being."
Fan Siwen chuckled and said, "Don't expect me to do good deeds. If I'm lucky enough to do something good, I'll definitely make a name for myself. I don't need to be famous for a thousand years, but I need to be respected for hundreds of years."
"That's called being remembered for eternity," the young man corrected at the opportune moment.
"I don't care. Don't think that just because I didn't do well in Chinese back then, you can fool me and claim to be famous for all time."
This person seems to be a bit drunk.
Mo Yang stopped him in time, saying, "That's enough for today's game."
The boy's wish has been fulfilled, and now they just need to wait for rescue. They're in such a drunken state that it won't delay anything.
Fan Siwen shook the empty bottle that still had a sip left, drank it all in one go, looked at the bag, and took out another bottle.
“I told you, I brought more than just this little bit.”
Seeing this, Mo Yang reached out to snatch the bottle from Fan Siwen's hand, but Fan Siwen cleverly dodged it, saying, "Hey, you can't get it."
Mo Yang looked at the man, at a loss, and said, "This is the only bottle. Drink it and then wait to go to the toilet."
"I won't. You haven't seen my capacity. Back then, a few of us who stayed behind set a record by filling a room with bottles in one night."
"Don't dwell on the past; a true hero doesn't boast of past glories."
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about the past. Today we've drunk a whole roomful of wine, so it's not like the past anymore."
Mo Yang grabbed the plastic bag that was next to Fan Siwen and placed it at his feet.
Don't even think about it.
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