There are so many things you can buy for 650 lightstones.

If it were all used to buy plants, there wouldn't be much room on the small table in front of Arthur.

650 light stones can also be used to buy paper, two pieces of 16k fine grain paper...

Thinking of this, Arthur realized that if the next work was painted on paper, Rachel would not be able to use a copying machine to produce a soft material decorative painting and sell it again.

If you want the copyright of your own work, it is not possible to export it using soft materials.

If that thing is not valuable, then it is not valuable.

After thinking for a moment, Arthur took out a work he had been painting these past few days.

The picture shows a long city wall. Compared with the previous work sold, the theme of this painting painted in the past few days is more distinct.

Yes, Arthur was thinking of the Great Wall. The sky built up by the city walls in this painting was inspired by what the girl said - the sky is long and full of stones.

Although the Great Wall cannot appear in the sky, nor can it appear above the girl's head, the stones are as long as the stone wall, as if there is no end...

Arthur saw this scene in his dream.

It winds and twists, crossing mountains, rivers and lakes, lying on the land of a big country, like a giant dragon.

After several changes, the total length of the Great Wall stretches tens of thousands of kilometers.

Since the fifth century BC in the Earth Era, the ancient Great Wall has stood on the land of China, silently witnessing the rise and fall of countless dynasties.

Unfortunately, Arthur has never seen it. Looking back at any planet from space, you cannot see a single artificial structure. In terms of human civilization and the vastness of space, it is like an ant on the prairie.

Assume that ants shuttle from one part of the grassland to another at the fastest speed. It is impossible for humans at high places to see the ants when they look at this grassland.

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"are u there?"

This time, the girl didn't look for her anymore. Arthur knew that her words, "Are you there?" were asking him.

Arthur: "I'm here, are you... okay? Your voice sounds very weak."

"I seem to have fallen asleep again. Now I don't know where I am. I'm a little...scared."

"Afraid?" Arthur asked.

"No, no, I just thought of the word fear and found it very interesting..."

Arthur didn't notice that the girl deliberately avoided the topic he just talked about. He thought that the girl was just being poetic in her daily life.

"I painted a new piece, this time on paper."

"Paper? Oh, I know paper, I know."

Arthur smiled, his worries at dinner lessened a little, and he described the painting to the girl.

It was obviously the girl who told him first, and now he repeated it to the girl.

As he spoke, Arthur apologized: "It feels a little strange. It is obviously the sky you see, but I drew it as a building on land. It is also a great building built by us creatures when we were on our home planet."

Arthur felt that the girl's words were particularly considerate. She told Arthur, "No, no, no, no - yes, Arthur was willing to listen to me and draw what I said. I am very grateful."

Forgive me, I...can't describe this feeling to you."

"Don't, don't be like this, I just...just...stole...a part of your world." Arthur felt ashamed.

"Part of the sky!" the girl added.

"Yes, a part, a very small part. I guess your world is very vast, and you are very free in it."

"Freedom? Did we talk about this word a few days ago?"

"Have we talked?" Arthur searched his memory and felt ashamed again for his rashness.

Unknowingly, and Arthur didn't notice it, his cheeks were red.

"Let's talk. I remember you asked me about freedom, and I asked you too. But it's not important. Let's hurry up. I'm afraid that suddenly I won't be able to hear your voice or anyone else's.

sound."

"Okay, what are we talking about? What's around you now?"

"No, we should talk about another topic first."

"It's the topic." Arthur reminded carefully.

The girl suddenly became quiet, and Arthur felt that it became difficult to breathe, as if someone had clamped his nose.

Arthur closed his eyes. The Mir should be moving forward quickly. Arthur didn't know where the destination was.

Mir's fastest speed can reach one-seven hundredth of the speed of light, but this is only the fastest speed. Most of the time, Mir's speed is much slower than this. No matter how fast or slow it is, it is difficult for Arthur to feel that the spacecraft is sailing.

.

No bumps, no vibrations, no shaking.

Everything is accurately calculated by the spacecraft engineers.

Most of the navigation is done by computers, and the fuel conversion system replenishes the fuel required for flight in a timely manner.

Unfortunately, Mir still has most of its space reserved for fuel supply and storage.

Arthur likes to swim, and when he dives into the bottom of the pool, he will feel that the Mir is not as quiet as usual.

He will feel a sense of oppression and panic, his heartbeat will accelerate, and the water pressure will press his ears. After a while, he will surface, accompanied by pain around his ears.

This feeling is wonderful, obviously uncomfortable. After not swimming for a while, Arthur will miss the feeling of the water, the pressure, the buoyancy, and the speed of the water flowing around him.

He sometimes connects the body swimming in the water with the spacecraft sailing in space. There are too many similarities between the two.

If the swimming pool extends infinitely in length and width, if the universe is a vast ocean...

Mir's voyage is even more similar to its underwater swimming.

What is it like to live on a planet?

"are you still there?"

"I am here."

"What does it look like where you are now? The sky, the land, or any scenery."

“Do you want to continue painting and make money?”

The girl's tone was a bit naughty.

"Hmm... I should be able to make a lot of money. The first painting was very successful. I think I deserve it. Maybe I can save it for you?"

"For me? But I don't even know what kind of world I am in, I don't even know that I..."

There was silence again, as if the stars were wearing earmuffs.

When the girl was silent, Arthur had a lot of words in his mind, running back and forth, as if he wanted to communicate with the girl.

He had begun to get used to the girl's voice and the unique grammar of her speech, as well as the sudden silences that appeared when the two of them chatted.

Arthur suddenly had a strange idea. He said, "Is there any sound around you?"

He was worried that the girl would not be able to answer the question, so he walked around in the rest cabin unconsciously, feeling even more uneasy than during the exam.

"It might have happened before, but not anymore." The girl's answer was brief.

"what does it look like?"

"Let's talk about the previous topic, those stones, the long city wall you drew, what are their names? Have you named them?"

"It had a name originally," Arthur said.

"What is it? Does it sound good? Does it have more syllables than red algae milk bubbles?"

Arthur heard the girl's laughter and he laughed too, "It doesn't have so many syllables, it's a very simple but clear name."

"Tell me, what is it?"
Chapter completed!