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• It was said that Ding Chengxin was the only one left to accompany Song porridge. In fact, including him, Ma Jiaqi, Zhang Zhenyuan and He Junlin also stayed here.
• Song Gouge looked down at the ground, and the rest of them stood silently beside her, as if thinking about something, but there was no doubt that Song Gouge was a clone.
• Her tears seemed to be a sign that she couldn't stop, and only those unfamiliar faces remained in her mind... Zuo Hang, Zhang Ji, Zhang Youyou and so on.
• Even Su Xinhao, his death seems to have a very close connection with her.
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  hejunlin

  Don't cry, don't cry, what a big deal, porridge is still our most important child, isn't it?
• He Junlin comforted her in a soft voice, bent his knees slightly to wipe her tears, and the few people next to him nodded motionlessly. Song porridge also did not speak, she was very clear that most of the deaths and injuries of these clones were related to her.
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• It turned out that they should have let Song Yaxuan stay too - he is someone who can easily make people feel better.
• But the current situation is really special. Song Yaxuan himself was pulled aside by Liu Yaowen to comfort him before he could reluctantly calm down his mood.
• It's not his fault, if it's someone else, the obsession that has been persisting for more than ten years is suddenly shattered, and there is no way to accept it in a short period of time.
• The few of them sighed and turned to look out the window. In the cemetery on the ground floor outside the window, perhaps because it rained not long ago, Su Xinhao's body was slowly placed in the wet soil. At this time, the energy problem has not been solved, and the body cannot be cremated, so it can only be buried like this.
• Wang Junkai and others sent yellow roses to Su Xinhao, who was lying peacefully. Su Nian knelt directly in front of him and waved his hand vigorously. It was yellow petals all over the sky.
• Liu Yaowen comforted Song Yaxuan. The two of them stood in front of another window and watched the funeral. Both of them were secretly sad, but they heard voices from not far away.
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  zhangji

  What are you so sad about?
• Zhang Ji, who sent the others to the cemetery downstairs, stood behind the two indifferently. He did not attend Su Xinhao's funeral. It can be said that he did not care about it.
• According to Zhang Ji's words, he believed that being good to a person should be shown in his lifetime, and it was too late now. In fact, aside from these, it could be said that he was... unwilling to face it.
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  zhangji

  Song porridge was very good. Neither she nor Zuo Hang had much risk. It was the person in front of them, No. 521, who was taking the risk.
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  zhangji

  I admire you very much, Song Yaxuan, you are very good and not surprised. I never thought that you would be the only person who could think of wind power at this time.
• He was silent and stared at Song Yaxuan. The latter was uncomfortable to be seen, and he raised his feet to leave, but was stopped by a sentence again.
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  zhangji

  Are you free? Come and do me a favor.
• When they heard this question, Liu Yaowen and Song Yaxuan both hesitated for a moment. To be honest, the first thing they thought of was rejection, but when they looked up, they saw Zhang Ji's dead eyes.
• At that moment, their souls seemed to be shaken.
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  songyaxuan

  Okay, are you coming, Yaowen?
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  liuyaowen

  I have no opinion either.
• Song Yaxuan shook his head and woke himself up. The two followed Zhang Ji together, followed him upstairs along the stairs, and entered a room that was firmly locked with two locks.
• The door opened, and there were many instruments for ranging and voltage measurement. Obviously, this was Zhang Ji's laboratory. Song Yaxuan and Liu Yaowen's eyes were caught by a working machine on the table.
• It works a bit like 3D printing, but it is scraping downward with a sharp scraper, faintly revealing five words on the slate - "Tomb of Zhang Ji", next to an already carved "Tomb of Song Yuanyuan".
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