But everyone is like that. When I'm at sparks, everything is used and then thrown away. If I want to eat something, I just order it on the computer. My parents are both national senior engineers working at the National Security Bureau. We live in Community No. 1, you know? Only the leaders can... " The boy became more and more excited as he spoke.
"What's your name?" the old man interrupted the boy, suddenly asking.
"0307," the boy hesitated.
"What's your full name?"
"What's a full name? I've only had this one name since I was born until now. Today is March 7th, my birthday."
"Oh my, that's so sad. How many 0307s are there?"
"I'm not sure, but there are many," the boy's voice weakened.
"Child, I have my own name. I'm called Liu Baoqing. I even have a nickname, but it's what the adults in my family used to call me when I was little. I haven't heard it in decades."
"Earthlings actually have so many names. On Mars, everyone has a code, but only the wealthy are eligible to be assigned a code. So, I don't care, after all, everyone is like this," the boy said indifferently, and once again turned his gaze to the cow, Molly.
The old man saw through the boy's thoughts. "Alright, it can only produce one cup a day. It's the last cow on Earth."
"But I also want my family to taste it," the boy said nervously, touching his nose.
The old man stared at the boy for a long time and said with a smile, "You are just like your father."
"What? You've seen my father? How could he be here?"
"Child, do you remember how you got here?" The boy pondered for a moment. "Are you saying my father intentionally brought me here?"
"Haha, you're not too slow," "The first time Your father came here, he was also staring at Molly like a hawk, so every time Molly sees Your father, she gets scared and hides under the table."
"What? Every time? Are you saying my father often comes here?"
"Yes, child, Your father always takes something with him when he comes, sometimes a few plants, sometimes a few bags of sand, sometimes a bottle of water..." The old man finished and lowered his head. "It's a pity, I don't know when I'll see him again."
"What's wrong? Is my father not coming anymore?" the boy asked in surprise.
"No, no, it's me. I'm over a hundred years old now. I don't know how much longer I can hold on, and my memory has greatly declined. Sometimes I'm clear-headed, sometimes confused. It was Your father who told me that copying newspapers can improve memory, so I keep reading and copying." After saying this, he picked up the notebook he had just copied and showed it to the boy. "Look, people on Earth were so good back then. They would risk their own safety to help others. It's really nice. Child, why is your mouth so dry? Do you want a glass of milk? Molly's milk is so fragrant and sweet. You'll know once you taste it."
The boy pursed his lips and fell silent. The atmosphere in the room became somewhat awkward. The QR code in the boy's hand began to flash, and he knew it was time to leave. He got up to bid farewell to the old man, who didn't try to keep him. As he escorted the boy to the door, he smiled and said, "Come again, Baqing. Let's have a drink together another day."
The boy smiled and promised to come another day. As he walked out of the wooden house, a white light appeared in his hand, and after a flash of light, the boy disappeared in front of the wooden house, and the earth returned to its original state. When the boy woke up again, he found himself sitting in front of the TV, which was still broadcasting news about the Mars project. His mother called him for dinner, and as he approached the table, he saw the new energy source - milk, which his father had been involved in developing.
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