The man in uniform suddenly realized.

He found a problem-solving point and asked quickly: "What about their grandfather?"

Ren's father pulled the corner of his mouth and looked into the distance: "In City No. 4."

“Currently, living alone.”

"The old man comes from the earth, nostalgia."

"I finally had a home, so I was naturally unwilling to leave."

"It's just... Ren Feng is a kid who values ​​feelings and wants to take care of his grandfather, so he refuses to participate in the migration plan."

"Those two children..." As he said that, Ren's father smiled bitterly and shook his head, "What can a ten-year-old child know? He only knows to follow his brother."

The man in uniform frowned.

Now, things are difficult to handle.

"What do you think about this?" asked the man in uniform in a low voice, "Are you going to let them stay here to accompany the old man, or..."

Ren's father suddenly became excited: "What a joke?!"

"Who doesn't know that Proxima Centauri is about to go out?"

"Can you live here for a hundred years, can you stay here for five hundred years?"

"Don't be excited." The man in uniform comforted softly.

"...I'm sorry." Ren's father gradually calmed down and he lowered his head to apologize, "I hope you can persuade him well and let Ren Feng participate in the migration plan."

"We... have only these three children."

The man in uniform nodded silently: "This is our mission."

"What's more, the above are very particular about these new generations who are unwilling to migrate. You also know the importance of these fresh blood to civilization in the interstellar era."

"I will do my best."

...

The next day.

The man in uniform came to City No. 4.

According to the address given by Ren's father, he came to a remote community.

Looking at the closed door in front of him, he took a deep breath.

After squeezing a kind smile on his face, he reached out and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

An elderly voice came from it.

Then, a sound of footsteps getting closer and closer sounded at the door.

The steps stopped.

The man in uniform hurriedly said, "Hello, I am the street leader of the human migration plan."

"Click."

The door slowly opened, and behind the door was an old man with white hair.

The old man frowned and looked at the man in uniform and asked in a low voice: "The migratory... Didn't you come here a few days ago?"

While speaking, the old man's face was full of vigilance: "Is it a liar?"

"Old man, I'm not a migration." The man in uniform was speechless and quickly explained, "I am the street leader, mainly mobilizing people to participate in the migration plan."

The old man waved his hand: "Isn't it just a migration..."

"And, I think you are not a good person."

As he spoke, he stretched out his wrinkled hand and pressed a red button beside the door tremblingly.

Man in uniform:??!

"Old man, no, no, don't be impulsive!" He took out a document from his pocket and stopped the old man in front of him, "Look, I have a document!"

The old man pressed one hand on the button, took the ID with the other hand, and glanced suspiciously.

"Is it so good to apply for fake certificates now?"

The man in uniform: "…"

"Uncle, I'm calling you uncle!"

The man in uniform said with a giggle and laughter: "Uncle, think about it carefully. Have you ever encountered a liar after coming to Proxima Centar?"

The old man nodded silently: "Yes."

The man in uniform was shocked: "What?! When did it happen?!"

It's impossible!

All cities are under zero management, and even dignified members of the parliament cannot use their power for personal gain!

Is there any god who can escape Zero's investigation?!

The old man looked at the man alertly and slowly spit out two words: "Now."

The man in uniform: "…"

...

Finally, with the police's proof, the old man finally believed in the identity of the man in uniform.

"So...why are you migrants looking for me again?"

The man in uniform corrected weakly: "Uncle, we are not engaged in migration, I am..."

"Forget it, just think I'm a migrant."

"I came to you mainly for your grandson's business."

The old man's expression became serious in an instant.

"Xiaofeng?"

"What's wrong with him?!"

The man in uniform was stunned: "Don't you know?"

When the old man heard that he was related to his grandson, he suddenly became excited.

He slapped the table in front of him impatiently: "What do I know? What's wrong with Xiaofeng?!"

The man in uniform nodded thoughtfully.

More than ten minutes later.

"Bastard!" The old man gasped and slapped the table in front of him hard, "This little bastard dares to mess around with such a big deal!"

"What can I have with me, an old guy who is mostly buried in the soil?"

As he said that, he reached out to open the holographic projection beside him, and trembled his hand to find Ren Feng's contact information, and pressed without hesitation.

...

Three days later.

As he watched Ren Feng board the magnetic levitation train heading to City No. 4, Ren’s father and mother sighed deeply.

The man in uniform said to the two with apologetic expression: "Sorry, Ren Feng..."

Ren's father shook his head slowly, looked down at his little son and daughter beside him, and asked softly: "This may be the best result."

After a moment of silence, he looked at the uniformed man again.

A little bit of hope appeared in his dim eyes: "Will you still persuade Ren Feng?"

The man in uniform hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head.

Ren's father's eyes completely dimmed.

"Feel sorry."

The man in uniform apologized again.

"According to the instructions of the Academy of Sciences, the migration plan will be officially launched soon."

"This is the last mobilization."

Ren’s father and mother didn’t say anything, but just looked up silently at the magnetic levitation train in the distance.

Such scenes continue to happen throughout the Proxima Centre B urban agglomeration.

Under the last mobilization order, some new generations chose to join the migration plan.

Of course, more, they still maintain their original choices.

...
To be continued...