The man in uniform finally understood.
Having found a way forward, he quickly asked, "What about their grandfather?"
The corners of Mr. Ren's mouth twitched, and he looked into the distance. "He's in City Four."
"He lives alone now."
"He came from Earth. He's attached to the past."
"After finally having a home, of course he doesn't want to leave."
"But... Ren Feng is a sentimental boy. He wants to look after his grandfather, so he refused to join the migration plan."
"Those two little ones..." Mr. Ren shook his head with a bitter smile. "What do ten-year-olds understand? All they know is to follow their big brother."
The man in uniform frowned.
This made things difficult.
"What do you think we should do?" the man in uniform asked quietly. "Let them stay here with their grandfather, or..."
Mr. Ren suddenly grew agitated. "Are you kidding me?!"
"Who doesn't know that Proxima Centauri is about to go dark?"
"They might scrape by here for a hundred years, but can they stay here for five hundred?!"
"Please, calm down," the man in uniform soothed him gently.
"...I'm sorry." As his emotions gradually settled, Mr. Ren lowered his head in apology. "I hope you can talk some sense into him and get Ren Feng to join the migration plan."
"We... only have these three children."
The man in uniform nodded silently. "That's our job."
"Besides, the higher-ups take these young people who refuse to migrate very seriously. As you know, in the Interstellar Era, fresh blood like them is vital to our civilization."
"I'll do my best."
The next day.
The man in uniform arrived in City Four.
Following the address Mr. Ren had given him, he reached a residential complex in an out-of-the-way neighborhood.
He took a deep breath as