A week later, the project was disbanded and everyone was assigned a new topic, albeit a one-month sabbatical.

The core elements of the two completed time machines were dismantled and stored separately, marking the official end of the project.

But none of this has anything to do with Nansheng.

He was walking through a forest of steles.

The stele is a granite stele, the black ground is like a deep night, Nan Sheng's side accompanies the uncle who guards the tomb, very talkative, I still remember the woman when she bought the cemetery.

"It's a poor man, lonely, I haven't even seen a grave sweeper for so many years." He sighed and said, "You're still the first person to see her." ”

Nan Sheng had already seen the tombstone, and among all the black granite tombstones, it was the only one that was made of pure white marble, so it was particularly conspicuous.

"I persuaded her that marble is good-looking, but it is not durable, the sky is not good, and she can't see anything clearly in thirty or forty years, she doesn't listen, she only says that marble is good-looking."

In front of the tombstone was a bouquet of fresh white lilies, still covered with dew.

Seeing Nan Sheng's surprised expression, the uncle sighed: "She seems to know that no one will come to see her, so she advanced a large amount of annuity in advance and asked me to put a bunch of lilies in front of her grave every day." ”

"It's really a hard worker, and you can only spend money where you can't see it."

Nan Sheng sighed, and then said, "You can get busy first, I'll accompany her alone." ”

A week ago, they were together, discussing the final details of the time machine.

A week later, he could only look in vain at her white tombstone here.

At the same time as the central computer received the message, Nan Sheng also received a message from Wei Sheng, about his personal request.

The message is simple, just an address.

The address of this cemetery.

Nan Sheng read the tombstone, looked up at the sky, and then placed the yellow carnation in his hand on the lily bouquet.

At that time, the words that Wei Sheng came from the past were actually very simple, but they finally locked the meaning of the existence of the time machine.

"Whether you can go back in time depends on whether there is a place for you in the past."

"—Joan Smith."

Nan Sheng knelt down in front of the tombstone and bowed three times slowly but dignifiedly.

On the tombstone, there is a small photo, in which Mr. Beiluan smiles calmly and indifferently.

Below the photo is the epitaph.

Below are the dates of birth and death.

"Born in the future, live in the past. - A lost man in time.

2035——2047

Joan Smith

After a week from 2047-2055, the project's research team was disbanded, and everyone was assigned a new project, though a month's leave was allowed.

The core elements of the two completed time machines were dismantled and stored separately, marking the official end of the project.

But none of this has anything to do with Nansheng.

He was walking through a forest of steles.

The stele is a granite stele, the black ground is like a deep night, Nan Sheng's side accompanies the uncle who guards the tomb, very talkative, I still remember the woman when she bought the cemetery.

"It's a poor man, lonely, I haven't even seen a grave sweeper for so many years." He sighed and said, "You're still the first person to see her." ”

Nan Sheng had already seen the tombstone, and among all the black granite tombstones, it was the only one that was made of pure white marble, so it was particularly conspicuous.

"I persuaded her that marble is good-looking, but it is not durable, the sky is not good, and she can't see anything clearly in thirty or forty years, she doesn't listen, she only says that marble is good-looking."

In front of the tombstone was a bouquet of fresh white lilies, still covered with dew.

Seeing Nan Sheng's surprised expression, the uncle sighed: "She seems to know that no one will come to see her, so she advanced a large amount of annuity in advance and asked me to put a bunch of lilies in front of her grave every day." ”

"It's really a hard worker, and you can only spend money where you can't see it."

Nan Sheng sighed, and then said, "You can get busy first, I'll accompany her alone." ”

A week ago, they were together, discussing the final details of the time machine.

A week later, he could only look in vain at her white tombstone here.

At the same time as the central computer received the message, Nan Sheng also received a message from Wei Sheng, about his personal request.

The message is simple, just an address.

The address of this cemetery.

Nan Sheng read the tombstone, looked up at the sky, and then placed the yellow carnation in his hand on the lily bouquet.

At that time, the words that Wei Sheng came from the past were actually very simple, but they finally locked the meaning of the existence of the time machine.

"Whether you can go back in time depends on whether there is a place for you in the past."

"—Joan Smith."

Nan Sheng knelt down in front of the tombstone and bowed three times slowly but dignifiedly.

On the tombstone, there is a small photo, in which Mr. Beiluan smiles calmly and indifferently.

Below the photo is the epitaph.

Below are the dates of birth and death.

"Born in the future, live in the past. - A lost man in time.

2035——2047

Joan Smith

After a week from 2047-2055, the project's research team was disbanded, and everyone was assigned a new project, though a month's leave was allowed.

The core elements of the two completed time machines were dismantled and stored separately, marking the official end of the project.

But none of this has anything to do with Nansheng.

He was walking through a forest of steles.

The stele is a granite stele, the black ground is like a deep night, Nan Sheng's side accompanies the uncle who guards the tomb, very talkative, I still remember the woman when she bought the cemetery.

"It's a poor man, lonely, I haven't even seen a grave sweeper for so many years." He sighed and said, "You're still the first person to see her." ”

Nan Sheng had already seen the tombstone, and among all the black granite tombstones, it was the only one that was made of pure white marble, so it was particularly conspicuous.

"I persuaded her that marble is good-looking, but it is not durable, the sky is not good, and she can't see anything clearly in thirty or forty years, she doesn't listen, she only says that marble is good-looking."

In front of the tombstone was a bouquet of fresh white lilies, still covered with dew.

Seeing Nan Sheng's surprised expression, the uncle sighed: "She seems to know that no one will come to see her, so she advanced a large amount of annuity in advance and asked me to put a bunch of lilies in front of her grave every day." ”

"It's really a hard worker, and you can only spend money where you can't see it."

Nan Sheng sighed, and then said, "You can get busy first, I'll accompany her alone." ”

A week ago, they were together, discussing the final details of the time machine.

A week later, he could only look in vain at her white tombstone here.

At the same time as the central computer received the message, Nan Sheng also received a message from Wei Sheng, about his personal request.

The message is simple, just an address.

The address of this cemetery.

Nan Sheng read the tombstone, looked up at the sky, and then placed the yellow carnation in his hand on the lily bouquet.

At that time, the words that Wei Sheng came from the past were actually very simple, but they finally locked the meaning of the existence of the time machine.

"Whether you can go back in time depends on whether there is a place for you in the past."

"—Joan Smith."

Nan Sheng knelt down in front of the tombstone and bowed three times slowly but dignifiedly.

On the tombstone, there is a small photo, in which Mr. Beiluan smiles calmly and indifferently.

Below the photo is the epitaph.

Below are the dates of birth and death.

"Born in the future, live in the past. - A lost man in time.

2035——2047

Joan Smith

After a week from 2047-2055, the project's research team was disbanded, and everyone was assigned a new project, though a month's leave was allowed.

The core elements of the two completed time machines were dismantled and stored separately, marking the official end of the project.

But none of this has anything to do with Nansheng.

He was walking through a forest of steles.

The stele is a granite stele, the black ground is like a deep night, Nan Sheng's side accompanies the uncle who guards the tomb, very talkative, I still remember the woman when she bought the cemetery.

"It's a poor man, lonely, I haven't even seen a grave sweeper for so many years." He sighed and said, "You're still the first person to see her." ”

Nan Sheng had already seen the tombstone, and among all the black granite tombstones, it was the only one that was made of pure white marble, so it was particularly conspicuous.

"I persuaded her that marble is good-looking, but it is not durable, the sky is not good, and she can't see anything clearly in thirty or forty years, she doesn't listen, she only says that marble is good-looking."

In front of the tombstone was a bouquet of fresh white lilies, still covered with dew.

Seeing Nan Sheng's surprised expression, the uncle sighed: "She seems to know that no one will come to see her, so she advanced a large amount of annuity in advance and asked me to put a bunch of lilies in front of her grave every day." ”

"It's really a hard worker, and you can only spend money where you can't see it."

Nan Sheng sighed, and then said, "You can get busy first, I'll accompany her alone." ”

A week ago, they were together, discussing the final details of the time machine.

A week later, he could only look in vain at her white tombstone here.

At the same time as the central computer received the message, Nan Sheng also received a message from Wei Sheng, about his personal request.

The message is simple, just an address.

The address of this cemetery.

Nan Sheng read the tombstone, looked up at the sky, and then placed the yellow carnation in his hand on the lily bouquet.

At that time, the words that Wei Sheng came from the past were actually very simple, but they finally locked the meaning of the existence of the time machine.

"Whether you can go back in time depends on whether there is a place for you in the past."

"—Joan Smith."

Nan Sheng knelt down in front of the tombstone and bowed three times slowly but dignifiedly.

On the tombstone, there is a small photo, in which Mr. Beiluan smiles calmly and indifferently.

Below the photo is the epitaph.

Below are the dates of birth and death.

"Born in the future, live in the past. - A lost man in time.

2035——2047

Joan Smith

After a week from 2047-2055, the project's research team was disbanded, and everyone was assigned a new project, though a month's leave was allowed.

The core elements of the two completed time machines were dismantled and stored separately, marking the official end of the project.

But none of this has anything to do with Nansheng.

He was walking through a forest of steles.

The stele is a granite stele, the black ground is like a deep night, Nan Sheng's side accompanies the uncle who guards the tomb, very talkative, I still remember the woman when she bought the cemetery.

"It's a poor man, lonely, I haven't even seen a grave sweeper for so many years." He sighed and said, "You're still the first person to see her." ”

Nan Sheng had already seen the tombstone, and among all the black granite tombstones, it was the only one that was made of pure white marble, so it was particularly conspicuous.

"I persuaded her that marble is good-looking, but it is not durable, the sky is not good, and she can't see anything clearly in thirty or forty years, she doesn't listen, she only says that marble is good-looking."

In front of the tombstone was a bouquet of fresh white lilies, still covered with dew.

Seeing Nan Sheng's surprised expression, the uncle sighed: "She seems to know that no one will come to see her, so she advanced a large amount of annuity in advance and asked me to put a bunch of lilies in front of her grave every day." ”

"It's really a hard worker, and you can only spend money where you can't see it."

Nan Sheng sighed, and then said, "You can get busy first, I'll accompany her alone." ”

A week ago, they were together, discussing the final details of the time machine.

A week later, he could only look in vain at her white tombstone here.

At the same time as the central computer received the message, Nan Sheng also received a message from Wei Sheng, about his personal request.

The message is simple, just an address.

The address of this cemetery.

Nan Sheng read the tombstone, looked up at the sky, and then placed the yellow carnation in his hand on the lily bouquet.

At that time, the words that Wei Sheng came from the past were actually very simple, but they finally locked the meaning of the existence of the time machine.

"Whether you can go back in time depends on whether there is a place for you in the past."

"—Joan Smith."

Nan Sheng knelt down in front of the tombstone and bowed three times slowly but dignifiedly.

On the tombstone, there is a small photo, in which Mr. Beiluan smiles calmly and indifferently.

Below the photo is the epitaph.

Below are the dates of birth and death.

"Born in the future, live in the past. - A lost man in time.

2035——2047

Joan Smith

After a week from 2047-2055, the project's research team was disbanded, and everyone was assigned a new project, though a month's leave was allowed.

The core elements of the two completed time machines were dismantled and stored separately, marking the official end of the project.

But none of this has anything to do with Nansheng.

He was walking through a forest of steles.

The stele is a granite stele, the black ground is like a deep night, Nan Sheng's side accompanies the uncle who guards the tomb, very talkative, I still remember the woman when she bought the cemetery.

"It's a poor man, lonely, I haven't even seen a grave sweeper for so many years." He sighed and said, "You're still the first person to see her." ”

Nan Sheng had already seen the tombstone, and among all the black granite tombstones, it was the only one that was made of pure white marble, so it was particularly conspicuous.

"I persuaded her that marble is good-looking, but it is not durable, the sky is not good, and she can't see anything clearly in thirty or forty years, she doesn't listen, she only says that marble is good-looking."

In front of the tombstone was a bouquet of fresh white lilies, still covered with dew.

Seeing Nan Sheng's surprised expression, the uncle sighed: "She seems to know that no one will come to see her, so she advanced a large amount of annuity in advance and asked me to put a bunch of lilies in front of her grave every day." ”

"It's really a hard worker, and you can only spend money where you can't see it."

Nan Sheng sighed, and then said, "You can get busy first, I'll accompany her alone." ”

A week ago, they were together, discussing the final details of the time machine.

A week later, he could only look in vain at her white tombstone here.

At the same time as the central computer received the message, Nan Sheng also received a message from Wei Sheng, about his personal request.

The message is simple, just an address.

The address of this cemetery.

Nan Sheng read the tombstone, looked up at the sky, and then placed the yellow carnation in his hand on the lily bouquet.

At that time, the words that Wei Sheng came from the past were actually very simple, but they finally locked the meaning of the existence of the time machine.

"Whether you can go back in time depends on whether there is a place for you in the past."

"—Joan Smith."

Nan Sheng knelt down in front of the tombstone and bowed three times slowly but dignifiedly.

On the tombstone, there is a small photo, in which Mr. Beiluan smiles calmly and indifferently.

Below the photo is the epitaph.

Below are the dates of birth and death.

"Born in the future, live in the past. - A lost man in time.

2035——2047

Joan Smith

After a week from 2047-2055, the project's research team was disbanded, and everyone was assigned a new project, though a month's leave was allowed.

The core elements of the two completed time machines were dismantled and stored separately, marking the official end of the project.

But none of this has anything to do with Nansheng.

He was walking through a forest of steles.

The stele is a granite stele, the black ground is like a deep night, Nan Sheng's side accompanies the uncle who guards the tomb, very talkative, I still remember the woman when she bought the cemetery.

"It's a poor man, lonely, I haven't even seen a grave sweeper for so many years." He sighed and said, "You're still the first person to see her." ”

Nan Sheng had already seen the tombstone, and among all the black granite tombstones, it was the only one that was made of pure white marble, so it was particularly conspicuous.

"I persuaded her that marble is good-looking, but it is not durable, the sky is not good, and she can't see anything clearly in thirty or forty years, she doesn't listen, she only says that marble is good-looking."

In front of the tombstone was a bouquet of fresh white lilies, still covered with dew.

Seeing Nan Sheng's surprised expression, the uncle sighed: "She seems to know that no one will come to see her, so she advanced a large amount of annuity in advance and asked me to put a bunch of lilies in front of her grave every day." ”

"It's really a hard worker, and you can only spend money where you can't see it."

Nan Sheng sighed, and then said, "You can get busy first, I'll accompany her alone." ”

A week ago, they were together, discussing the final details of the time machine.

A week later, he could only look in vain at her white tombstone here.

At the same time as the central computer received the message, Nan Sheng also received a message from Wei Sheng, about his personal request.

The message is simple, just an address.

The address of this cemetery.

Nan Sheng read the tombstone, looked up at the sky, and then placed the yellow carnation in his hand on the lily bouquet.

At that time, the words that Wei Sheng came from the past were actually very simple, but they finally locked the meaning of the existence of the time machine.

"Whether you can go back in time depends on whether there is a place for you in the past."

"—Joan Smith."

Nan Sheng knelt down in front of the tombstone and bowed three times slowly but dignifiedly.

On the tombstone, there is a small photo, in which Mr. Beiluan smiles calmly and indifferently.

Below the photo is the epitaph.

Below are the dates of birth and death.

"Born in the future, live in the past. - A lost man in time.

2035——2047

Joan Smith

2047——2055

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