Proxima Centauri, 4.2 light years away from Earth, welcomed an uninvited group of guests.

The ‘Nuwa’ starship.

This is a trans-star immigration ship that set sail twenty-five years ago. It has a nuclear fusion power of 38 meters long and a maximum navigation speed of one-sixth of the speed of light.

This speed has reached the conventional level of interstellar civilization. Even atomic civilization or even higher trunk civilizations, its spacecraft is only so fast most of the time.

If you don't have to hurry, maintaining this speed is the most cost-effective choice, and it is called energy-saving speed.

However, how could the earth's civilization be in no hurry? It's too late!

This is the fastest manned spacecraft in human history that the Kunlun project in China has worked so hard to build.

Carrying the greatest dream of all astronauts, cross-star colonization.

When the entire ship set off, there were only four people, two men and two women, carrying the Earth species gene bank, and were forever "expressed" to Proxima Centauri b.

Whether it is because of a mission or fuel, it does not support their return.

The design of the spacecraft is also very rough and has a slender appearance that is extremely unsuitable for steering. There are few propellers on both sides, which is destined to lack the flexible direction change ability.

Acceleration and acceleration! Up to one-sixth of the speed of light, this is the original intention of designing it.

Communication still relies on electromagnetic waves. When I left, I was able to contact the earth. Now I have basically given up and have become a wanderer who has completely lost contact.

There is no need to talk about mining and collection capabilities, scanning and exploration capabilities, and even combat capabilities, and they are all sacrificed.

To arrive at Proxima Centauri by 2045, scientists have given up so much, just to ‘send people as soon as possible’.

"Old Peng, leave it to me and Mo Yun." A young astronaut helped the old astronaut to the seat, and said in a vibrant and full of energy.

However, the astronaut named Mr. Peng did not reply. After a closer look, he found that his face was bloodless and his body was severely dehydrated. He turned out to be a mummy who had been dead for many years!

"You are eighty years old, so it's time for us young people to stand alone. If you don't worry about me, aren't you still worried about Mo Yun?" Liu Zhuri tried his best to persuade. If he wasn't talking to the mummy, the scene in front of him would be like a grandson who was acting coquettish with his grandfather.

"Yes, yes, you are right... You have the medicine for immortality, you are not old..." Liu Zhuri talked to himself, with a helpless look on his face, and helped another elderly female astronaut and fixed her in his seat.

At this time, the door of the rear cabin opened, and a short-haired white woman was suspended in the air, her legs gently kicked back, and glided gracefully like a fish.

She didn't say a word and sat silently on her seat.

"Slow down and prepare to log in." The woman's voice was as clear as a sweet spring.

Liu Zhuri sighed and said, "Okay! Mo Yun, let us witness with our grandparents, the first interstellar landing in human history!"

The purpose of the long-distance mission is to immigrate.

The entire mission was not considered in the condition of immature technology and hastily time. In addition, the sailing time was too long, the capacity of personnel, and the problems of birth, old age, sickness and death, it was finally decided to adopt a combination of old and young.

Two astronauts in their fifties, who have taken immortality medicine, and two volunteer children aged 12 or 3 and have a space background, are all members of this mission.

The latter was brought with me purely to allow young people to be present in the immigration base.

Liu Zhuri was the child left by Liu Tengkong on earth. As the son of the meritorious person who was the victim of the Tianfu Plan in the past, at Liu Tengkong's request, he secretly joined the project. He can be called the "Second Generation of Heaven".

Another child, named Mo Yun, has black hair and pupils, but her skin is fair and her facial features are profound. In terms of bloodline, she is Greek and has no oriental bloodline.

But his name is Mo Yun, and he is completely Chinese, both in education and cultural influence.

As for how he was selected, no one on the entire ship knew it, and the origin was quite mysterious.

But no matter what, if you get on this ship, you will be a family.

Two senior astronauts have raised two children for a long time, much longer than their biological parents.

In addition, this mission itself is to completely tie their fate together, and the relationship between the four is even closer than that of their relatives.

Unfortunately, just two years ago, two senior astronauts passed away.

Mr. Peng and another female astronaut were bombarded by a sudden gamma ray during a routine external inspection.

After the two were rescued, they almost lost half of their lives.

Soon after, the lungs fibrosis and genes collapsed. Even though Mo Yuntian Tianzong's genius survived his life with the barren conditions in the spacecraft.

They also died of illness two years ago.

This arduous task completely fell on the shoulders of Liu Zhuri and Mo Yun.

“Slow down is completed!”

"Nuwa has been captured by Proxima Centauri and entered orbit around satellites."

"Optical sensor information collection, planet surface environment imaging..."

On the brown land, deserts and hills were everywhere, and dust storms swept across the world.

Desolate, drought, looks like another color of Mars.

Through element analyzers, we can see that the atmosphere concentration of this planet is very high, mainly hydrogen, helium and carbon dioxide.

The average temperature is around zero degrees, which is actually very suitable for liquid water. Unfortunately, there is no water at all on this planet...

Proxima Centauri is a red dwarf with low illumination, but it cannot stand the planet B close to it, and the temperature is very suitable for Earthlings.

In general, this is a weak and livable star. As long as there is a recyclable immigration base, humans can survive here.

At least there is no magma here soaring into the sky, acid rain continues, poison gas overflows, lightning and thunder, and air pressure explodes.

The planet's surface is a 100-meter-level dust storm.

"Buzz!"

The Nuwa spacecraft descended smoothly on an open plain.

"Twenty-five years have passed, we have finally arrived."

"Did you see it, Mr. Peng?"

"Edited a radio signal to inform the motherland that we have arrived safely on behalf of all human beings. This is the first time that humans have set foot on the land outside the solar system."

Liu Zhuri's voice was full of vicissitudes and excitement, and even tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

This voyage was too long and it was even more difficult and dangerous along the way.

Twenty-five years are definitely a long time to live and grow in this cramped spacecraft environment. You cannot see the starry sky outside, shine on the sun, and you cannot see more people.

Both senior astronauts can't stand it, so how about two children?

In the two years since its departure, Liu Zhuri went from being an extremely sensible, intelligent and considerate child to a rebellious and irritable boy, and was almost driven crazy by the suppression in the spacecraft.

It happened that the spacecraft was still passing by the Ort Cloud, and there was a threat of comet impact at every moment. Under the terrible pressure of living all day long, the comets damaged the spacecraft and urgently needed emergency repairs, they thought they were dead several times.

Liu Zhuri, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old at that time, was clamoring every day to go back and return.

The atmosphere inside the spacecraft is extremely bad.

In the most dangerous time, Mr. Peng even planned to abandon the two children into space... because the collector outside the spacecraft was smashed at that time, which meant that they could not obtain materials from the comet's moisture.

This will also lead to problems with the energy supply of the oxygen generator and water circulation system, and also leakage of inventory.

In that case, if the people on board want to survive for twenty-five years, either use reserve energy reserved for slowing down or reduce consumption!

The slowing energy must not be misappropriated. This is Mr. Peng's stubbornness. His responsibility is to send people to the destination. As for two elderly people or young people... it is not important.

Since the speed reduction energy cannot be moved, the only way is to reduce consumption... The best way is to abandon the two children who are completely dragging their legs on the boat.

However, in the end, Mr. Peng and another female astronaut did not do this, but instead adopted strict oxygen and drinking water distribution.

The two of them inhaled oxygen quantitatively every day, and were in a semi-suffocating state all year round. They only sucked a little more when they needed to use their brains a lot.

Drinking water is also calculated in grams and is distributed to the extent of thirst and immortality.

There is no doubt that although I can't die, this kind of life day after day is extremely painful.

They were in this state for ten years!

Finally, using these ten years, they successfully repaired the collector.

But the crisis was one after another, and halfway through the voyage, they encountered a gamma-ray burst.

In the end, the two astronauts died on the road and failed to witness this historic moment with their own eyes.

Recalling his rebellion when he was young and the teachings Mr. Peng had given him during his lifetime, Liu Zhuri was very distressed.

"It's meaningless to issue a congratulatory message. The earth cannot receive it. Don't waste energy." Mo Yun operated quickly with both hands, processing some data.

"We have to send the earth too, so we have to send it. It only consumes a little power. This is symbolic meaning. Yes, I'll send it to Mr. Peng. Do you understand?" Liu Zhuri said with red eyes.

Mo Yun grinned and said, "I can understand, but what I want to say is... you have already suffered from severe mental illness."

"...you, don't you want Mr. Peng? I'm not mentally ill, I just miss that old man. I feel that I'm normal, and I've done my usual work well..." Liu Zhuri said in a nagging manner.

Mo Yun turned around, looked at the two elders on the seat behind him with nostalgia, and whispered: "I miss them, but I won't talk to the dead."

"You are so calm, Mo Yun, you will be very lonely like this." Liu Zhuri said to him.

"I am not lonely. Your feelings come from your negativity and confusion. And I live a very fulfilling life, and mathematics makes me happy." Mo Yun showed a standardized smile.

The smile was beautiful, perfectly in line with the golden ratio, symmetrical, exquisite and clever.

But Liu Zhuri was shivering, his pupils were trembling, and his hands were frightened.

"I think you're crazy! You know mathematics, mathematics, and mathematics all day long..."
To be continued...