Roaming the universe, all thanks to your many dark skills!

At this moment, Mark felt that he might not have woken up yet, or he might have slept too much and felt a little dizzy.

Otherwise, how could we see the Chinese flag on Mars? !

Although the Chinese's Mars landing plan is being carried out almost at full speed behind that of the United States, as far as Mark knows, they have not had any relevant news until yesterday.

But why did the Chinese house appear in front of me when I woke up?

Could it be that the Chinese are using their most skilled Sun Tzu's Art of War again, hiding the truth from the world, and ultimately shocking the whole world with it? !

Even so, shouldn't houses made of containers be used as living quarters for astronauts?

Mark was puzzled, and hurriedly put on his space suit and rushed out.

When he came outside and saw the container villa more clearly, Mark's mood suddenly became very complicated.

There was surprise, confusion, bitterness, dissatisfaction... as well as joy and relief.

All these mixed emotions made him at a loss for words to describe them for a moment. It was not until he stood in front of the container villa and reached out to touch the hard door that he was sure that what he had just seen was not an illusion.

No matter how he got here, at least I'm not alone anymore.

Maybe I can return to Earth safely with his help. Mark thought to himself and reached out to press the doorbell.

The doorbell rang several times, but no one came out to open the door.

Mark raised his hand to knock on the door, but hesitated, and finally turned and left.

After returning to his living cabin, Mark logged into his account and prepared to record a log.

"Hello, my name is Mark Watney, astronaut. I recorded this log and saved it in case I don't survive or encounter other accidents..."

He paused for a moment, glanced at the time and said, "It's 8:43 now, the 19th solar day, and I'm still alive."

"Although this is nonsense, I think it is a surprise to my teammates and NASA. It is also a surprise to the whole world. Really, so... surprise!"

Mark smiled when he said this, then raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know what the bigger surprise is? Just now, just now, I opened the door and went out, and I saw a house with a five-star red flag appearing opposite me."

"I guess the reason I didn't die is probably because he saved me. It seems that he has no hostility towards me, but who can say for sure. I plan to visit him again later, you know, a courtesy visit."

"After all, a new neighbor has arrived, so I have to go and say hello. But..."

Mark suddenly scratched his head and cursed in annoyance, saying, "I just can't figure out how he built a house opposite me overnight, and there was a storm yesterday. Could it be that the Chinese have mastered some unknown powerful technology?"

After complaining for a while, he calmed down and continued with his previous log.

"It's the best outcome that I didn't die on the 18th solar day. The main communication antenna was broken."

Mark took out the antenna that was stained with his blood when he woke up and gestured to the camera, "It penetrated my physiological monitor and opened a hole in me. However, the antenna and blood did successfully block the hole in my space suit, allowing me to live until the Chinese came to rescue me."

At this point, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Don't ask me why it was definitely the Chinese who saved me, because on this damn Mars, besides me, he is the only one left, or..."

He suddenly thought of a possibility, his expression suddenly turned ugly, and he stammered and asked in a speculative tone: "They?"

The thought that I might be living on this planet with a group of Chinese people and I would be the only American here.

For some reason, Mark suddenly felt uneasy.

He calmed himself down and continued, "I think my teammates must have thought I was dead. I have no way to contact NASA, and even if I could, it would take another four years for a manned mission to rescue me. The living module I'm in is designed to last for 4 days."

"If the oxygenator breaks, I'll suffocate. If the reclaimed water unit breaks, I'll die of thirst."

"If the habitat is damaged, I will be like..." He shuddered as if he thought of his own pitiful fate, "and be crushed to pieces."

"If I'm lucky enough and none of this happens, I will eventually run out of food, so... yeah." Mark obviously thought of his most likely ending, and his face suddenly became gloomy again.

After a long silence, he began to stroll around the living cabin.

He walked past his companions’ beds, looked through their personal belongings, and finally made up his mind, saying to himself, “I don’t want to die here.”

So he began to count his remaining food.

He roughly estimated that it would last him about a year, but that was obviously not enough.

Because he has to stay here for at least four years.

Without a subsequent source of food, he would be dead.

The first thing he thought of was the Chinese people across the street, but then he thought of the sometimes-up-and-sometimes-bad relationship between China and the United States, especially some rumors he had heard that the Chinese were not very friendly to Americans, and he finally hesitated.

It wasn't until he finished using the toilet and was packing up his excrement that an idea suddenly occurred to him.

He quickly went to find the potatoes that NASA had asked them to bring up for Easter, which now came in handy to solve his food source problem.

Excited, Mark started recording his diary again.

"Well, let's do the math. Our service facilities here can only last for 31 solar days. In order to have a surplus, they prepared 68 days of food for six people."

"If I'm the only one left, I can probably hold out for 300 days. I think if I save some money, I can hold out for 400 days. So I have to find a way to grow three years' worth of food here on a planet with no grass."

"Fortunately..." Mark took out a booklet, pointed at the author's name printed on it, and said with a little pride: "I am a botanist, and Mars will be afraid of the power of my great botany."

Before he could finish his heroic words, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

At this moment, Mark couldn't help but shudder, and all the hairs on his body stood up.

He really felt like he was alone in his little room late at night and suddenly a ghost knocked on the door.

Shocked!

terror.

But then he thought of the Chinese people opposite him, and the fear in his heart subsided a lot, but was replaced by uneasiness.

"Wait a moment."

Regardless of whether people outside could hear him or not, he shouted and immediately began to put on his space suit.

After a moment, he opened the cabin door and was stunned.