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The story begins on a warm sunset evening on a Chinese city rooftop. Soft golden light shines across the roof, with laundry lines swaying gently and stools scattered around. Yi Xiaoxing, a 9-year-old imaginative girl with short hair and a star-shaped hairclip, crouches on the rooftop using her homemade cola-bottle telescope. Her red, sticker-covered backpack lies beside her. She stares into the sky with bright curiosity. Lanlan arrives carrying books, adjusting her glasses calmly. She gently teases Xiaoxing for always observing strange things. Suddenly, Xiaohu bursts through the rooftop door, running frantically with his backpack flapping and phone waving in his hand. He shouts breathlessly, “The Chinese space station got hit by space debris!” The three children gather in a circle: Xiaoxing shocked, Xiaohu terrified and hugging himself, Lanlan calm and correcting details. Xiaoxing worries aloud, “What if it falls down?” Lanlan shakes her head, “It won’t. Definitely not on your house.” Xiaohu remains dramatic and panicked. Suddenly Xiaoxing jumps up, pointing at the sky, inspired by a bold idea: “Let’s help them!” Lanlan considers this seriously and suggests they could try sending a light signal. The kids kneel on the rooftop floor, drawing messy plans and piling up tools: tape, metal sheets, mirror pieces, wires, chalk markings. They begin building a “sky signal device”—a clumsy flower-like reflective structure. Xiaoxing accidentally blinds herself with reflected light. A metal sheet bounces off and taps Xiaohu’s nose, turning it red. Lanlan is startled so hard by Xiaoxing’s shout that his glasses pop up. Minutes later, all three kids get tangled up in tape like little mummies. They laugh, struggle free, adjust the machine again. Night falls, covering the rooftop in soft blue light. Their first attempt fails—the device glows weakly and dies. The kids sigh in disappointment. Xiaohu awkwardly pats Xiaoxing to comfort her; Lanlan calmly analyzes the device again. They refuse to give up. They realign the mirrors carefully, hands steady under the night breeze. Finally, the device fires a warm beam into the sky, illuminating their faces. The three kids jump and cheer, filled with glowing excitement. Far away in space, an astronaut inside the Chinese space station notices a tiny warm flicker emerging from Earth. A quiet, gentle moment connects the children and the astronaut. Back on the rooftop, Xiaoxing teases Xiaohu, saying even his butt might reflect light. Xiaohu panics and jumps up holding his backside while the others laugh. The story ends with warm laughter under the starry sky, and the children glowing with pride after sending their own tiny light into the universe.
