Xia Cheng suddenly spoke up from behind: "Happy Lunar New Year!"
His train of thought was interrupted, so he turned around and said, "Happy Lunar New Year's Eve."
There was also a bowl of steaming dumplings in the kitchen.
He clearly stated that he should pick it up and place it on the windowsill.
There was also a custom-made model of Earth in front of it, with the ocean and land clearly depicted, based on data from the Earth Research Institute.
Mingyan placed the dumplings in front of the blue star, closed his eyes, and said in his heart, "Happy New Year, my dear hometown."
Xia Cheng looked at him quietly, then suddenly clasped his hands together.
Mingyan opened his eyes and saw Xia Cheng's devout expression. He immediately smiled and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Xia Cheng said, "Weren't you making a wish with your eyes closed?"
Mingyan shook his head and said, "No. Did you make a wish just now?"
"Yes, I made a wish on this beautiful planet," Xia Cheng said. "I hope I can win over my sweetheart in the new year."
Mingyan was a little surprised and teased him, "Does Young Master Xia also have someone he can't win over? I thought you had a sure-fire way to win him over."
Xia Cheng looked down at him, looking somewhat nervous, a dimple on his left cheek faintly visible: "What trick?"
He stated clearly, "If you say 'I am the eldest son of the Xia family,' I guarantee a 100% success rate in striking up a conversation."
Back on Earth, a certain national heartthrob had this joke.
That's how he picks up girls. He just comes up with "I'm Wang Sicong" and it's done!
Xia Cheng licked his lips, opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.
“I become very timid in front of him,” Xia Cheng said. “If he thinks I’m abusing my power… I’m doomed.”
Mingyan patted him on the shoulder with pity and said, "Everyone has their match. Brother, I can only offer you moral support and encouragement."
Xia Cheng nodded, glanced at him twice, and then inexplicably became very happy, saying, "Okay, then I'm relieved."
...
After the New Year, the first thing Mingyan did was to visit the Blue Star Research Institute.
Over the past year, the well-funded research institute has once again explored one of the continents of Earth and left behind a mechanical base there.
After continuous exploration and recovery, they found dozens more remains of Earthlings.
After learning of this news, Mingyan closely followed the subsequent developments.
However, the result was not satisfactory: all of these bodies had been confirmed as brain dead and could not be recovered.
Besides the Blue Star people, the research institute also found two other genes from Blue Star.
One is a resilient lake fish, and the other is a mutated daisy; both have entered the biological cultivation stage.
Mingyan bought two life models and placed them by his bedside, where he could occasionally recall the difficult years he spent on Earth.
That daisy was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life, like a clean and delicate little umbrella.
But it survived, just like Mingyan.
Mingyan sometimes sits on the edge of the bed staring at them in a daze, and sometimes he gets out of bed and turns on his desk lamp.
Taking advantage of this short vacation, he started a new document.
Faced with a blank screen, he imagined a scene:
The sky collapsed, the ground rose, and the stars froze into ice in the eternal night. A withered corpse curled up in a ball, protecting the book in its arms.
—That was a collection of Tagore's poems.
Mingyan said he had seen this scene with his own eyes.
It has to be the first poster for the new game.
The new game has been officially named "Blue Star Apocalypse: The Last Us".
The urge to create was like a flame, making his blood boil and his fingers feel hot.
A series of vivid images unfolded in his mind, and every lively performance had once brought immense shock.
He knew he had this obligation...
No, he has this mission.
Blue Star is like a dead whale adrift in the universe; its life has ended.
But its soul continues in Mingyan's body.
He must take its place and raise the cry of an ant against the unjust fate in the universe!
This impulse drove Mingyan to sit there motionless for a day and two nights.
During the 40-hour creative process, he moved his arms mechanically, like a puppet of inspiration and ideas.
A constant stream of images flowed into his pen, transforming into blurry yet vivid faces.
Many scenes he had visited, seen, and heard of appeared before his eyes as if the world had just begun to unfold.