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

"Mark, my name is Vincent Capel. We have been following you since Sol 54. The whole world is rooting for you. You did a great job finding the Pathfinder. We are working on a rescue plan. At the same time, we are planning a supply mission to keep you well fed and clothed until Ares 4 arrives."

Mark rubbed his fingers together and began to type: "I'm glad to receive your letter. Rosen and I are very happy and look forward to surviving and returning to Earth."

In the movie, because the camera switches back and forth, it looks like the two sides are communicating very smoothly.

But in fact, it took more than 30 minutes to go back and forth. For Rosen, who was used to instant communication on WeChat, such communication efficiency was too painful.

"Mark, just talk about your own things. There is no need to mention me, so as not to affect your normal communication." Rosen reminded.

on the earth.

When the people at NASA received Mark's message, they were very happy. However, when they saw Mark mentioned the name Rosen, their expressions suddenly changed.

"Damn it, this Rosen must be a Chinese." Teddy waved his fist and said, "I must call Guo Ming later. I want to ask him who this Rosen is."

At this time, Mark's new information arrived again.

"How was the team? What did they say when they found out I was still alive?

This sentence completely silenced the NASA.

Because from the beginning, Teddy said that in order to stabilize the morale of the troops, he did not tell his team members that Mark was still alive.

Now the people of the Mars exploration team led by Commander Louis are still in the dark.

After a moment's hesitation, Vincent finally responded, "We haven't told the team you're still alive. We need to keep them focused on the mission. By the way, who is Rosen?"

Mark was extremely angry now, and he immediately started to speak with a lot of Fuck: "How dare you ask me who Rosen is? Why didn't anyone tell them that I'm still alive? Are you all sick?"

"Mark, watch your words, everything you type is broadcast live around the world."

"Really?" Mark raised his eyebrows and decided to give NASA a surprise in front of people all over the world.

So he rubbed his hands together and typed out a long paragraph.

……

"Aren't you afraid that NASA will get angry and not care about your life or death?" Rosen watched all this but did not say anything to stop it. At most, he just asked casually.

"What am I afraid of? At most I can just follow you and eat and drink for free. Do you think you can just watch me die just because of our friendship?" Mark looked at Rosen and said, "If all else fails, I will just defect to China and never follow the United States again. How about you help introduce me to someone else?"

"Fuck, I don't even have a way, how can I introduce you?" Rosen gave him the middle finger and said, "You Americans are so shameless, you are the typical mother of whoever has milk. Ugh!"

Mark knew he was joking, but he wasn't angry.

After all, they have been together for so long, so he can certainly see what Rosen thinks of Americans.

However, he could also clearly feel that Rosen had a good impression of him, so he was willing to play such a joke on Rosen.

In fact, he also felt that Rosen was right. Americans really have nothing to boast about when it comes to moral integrity, because they basically have none. Otherwise, they wouldn't be trying so hard to play the role of savior in various movies to gild themselves.

"What should we do next?" Rosen asked.

"Let's wait and see." Mark said this, and after a moment of silence, he said "Fuck" again.

Solar Day 128.

"Now NASA can talk to me, and they won't shut up, and they want to upgrade every system in the habitat, and they have a room full of people trying to micromanage my crops as much as possible, which is awesome!"

Mark drank the millet porridge that Rosen had cooked until the rice grains were almost melted, and curled his lips and said sarcastically: "They even wanted me to discuss with you and plan to visit your greenhouse."

"You agreed?"

"No." Mark shook his head and said, "I asked them to contact the China National Space Administration and then discuss this with you. I told them that this involves diplomatic matters and I, a small astronaut, am not qualified to interfere."

"Talented." Rosen gave him a thumbs up.

Mark continued, "To be honest, I'm not being too arrogant or anything. Am I the greatest botanist on this planet? Am I one of the best farmers?"

Rosen looked at him, pointed between himself and him, and finally nodded, saying sincerely: "Indeed, you are absolutely right."

"So, what qualifications and courage do a bunch of noobs who may not even have seen what Martian soil looks like have to point fingers at me?" Mark waved his hand and said, "Besides, when it comes to farming, you Chinese are the most talented in the world. I don't ask for your advice when you are around, but go to listen to their nonsense. Am I sick?"

"Thank you for thinking so highly of me." Rosen didn't expect that his half-truthful words would be taken seriously by him. Besides being amused, he actually felt a little proud.

If the world is peaceful and we can live in peace, when it comes to farming and construction, who in the world can really compare with our great China?

Unfortunately……

Mark took a bite of the eight-treasure dish and said, “I like this dish.”

"If you like it, eat more, but drink more water afterwards, otherwise you will easily get a sore throat." Rosen said casually.

"I've never understood what getting angry is?" Mark asked curiously.

"This is a concept in traditional Chinese medicine, but I studied Western medicine, so I don't know how to explain it to you." Rosen didn't want to popularize this thing to Mark, otherwise he was afraid that he would go crazy.

Mark shrugged and said, "Another great benefit of the conversation with NASA is that I can get emails again. It's a big data transfer, just like when I was on the Hermes. I even got one from the President."

“And the coolest one I got was from the University of Chicago, my alma mater, where they said once you plant crops in a place, you’ve officially colonized it.”

At this point, Mark smiled and looked at Rosen and said, "So technically speaking, we have both colonized Mars. What do you think?"

"What do you think?" Rosen looked up and finally shook his head. "I don't dare to think about it."

Mark didn't understand what he meant, and didn't ask any more questions. He just said, "Now we have left Neil Armstrong, who only left footprints, far behind."

"Also, there's one more thing. Someone suggested that I send a photo next time I send a message." Mark pointed at himself and Rosen and said, "Yours and mine, so... do you have any questions?"

"No." Rosen shook his head.

"I've actually been wondering what kind of pose would make me look more handsome," Mark said, "but I'm not sure if it would look good if we both wore space suits for photos."