But at this time, I suddenly couldn’t help but want to smile.
Forget it. Let’s go. Let’s go.
Some things are doomed to be unanswered.
Not far from Zhuang, he bowed deeply to the tombstone, but the shadow behind him kept standing straight and wait for a while didn’t move.
Not far from Zhuang, I heard the footsteps behind me before I turned around.
"Servant ye how do you run the back again? If my grandfather knows everything, he doesn’t want you to dwell on the past all day. He secretly hurts … "A middle-aged voice came.
The middle-aged man turned the stone and saw that Zhuang was not far away, and then smiled.
"Master Zhuang, don’t come to get sick."
"Mayor, meet again."
The person in front of me is seven points similar to Yan Yi. He is tall, handsome and imposing. He has white hair on his temples. This person is not far away. In fact, he has seen it several times, and most of the time he is seeing it.
This is the virtual mayor.
Although this generation has passed away, he has already left his own blood.
When I saw the appearance of Zhuang, I finally understood why I developed so smoothly in the virtual city, and why I believed in my technology. Many projects that seem to be deviant can still get the support of the virtual city, even if the city becomes more and more magical, I don’t care.
That’s because there are too many pairs of eyes watching him behind the manor and too many hands holding him up.
He has never struggled alone.
Next to the shadow also stare big eyes looking at this man.
From his address to the old security guard and what he just said, he should be the grandson of the earth.
For a manor owner, most of them will not leave heirs too early because their life span is too long.
An era, a new word "min", judging from the time, this man on the earth is only over 100 years old if he lives now, which is still very young for the manor owner but has already become a grandfather.
Now that the world is long gone, Zhuang is not far away, but also means to disturb and greet a few words, so I’ll leave.
Zaizhuang is not far from the former mayor’s road
"My grandfather has something for you. I’ll send someone to deliver it to the manor later."
A box was delivered to the door of the manor that night.
Not far from Zhuang, a box of film appeared in front of him.
Chapter 1345 They are coming (end of volume)
Not far from Zhuang, in the conference room of the master room, the old boom put a small anvil on the conference table, waving a small hammer and tinkling it for a few times, and then it came out. A small wheel nodded a little at the film, which was very satisfactory.
Then he took all the other pieces that had just been cast.
It’s really not easy for modern society to find an old projector. Zhuang is going to find someone to buy one at a high price not long ago, but wouldn’t it be a shame if the people in that country can’t make what they need themselves?
You can’t underestimate the old boom now.
In a short time, a small and exquisite film player has been assembled.
"Master Zhuang, this film was probably shot in the 1930s and 1940s. It’s really not easy to keep this quality up to now." A servant next to him studied the film box.
Turn on the light and hang the film. With a slight buzz and rotation, there is also a slight sonic boom in the speaker.
That’s the interference noise of optical recording lines
Old boom nodded to see our craft light up at a time.
"Bang, bang," a few moments later, someone flashed in front of the camera.
The picture is that he is in his forties and has not yet shown his old age. He is wearing a very stiff suit and carrying a cane in his hand. He has an old-school gentleman charm. He walks to the front of the camera and sits down and looks at the camera. "Can you shoot? Ok, then I will. "
"Ahem" doesn’t seem to be used to it either. He looked at the camera and said, "What should I call you? A generation of manor owners? "
"Not far from Zhuang" Zhuang is not far from low road.
Finally meet.
Although it is through a roll of film through a curtain.
Not far from Zhuang, I looked at the picture, which was 90 years ago, but I don’t know what Zhuang felt that I didn’t look like a 40-year-old middle-aged man but like an old man to the extreme.
The soul in his eyes is old and dying, and it will break up.
He raised his hand and a polyhedral pendant appeared in his hand.
That is the "manor heart" of Neng Manor.
"My successor is very sorry to give you this burden, and I should bear all this."
"It’s really hard to make this decision." I looked at the camera. "But I’ve tried so many times and I’m tired … I’m really tired."
"I think this time, this time, I will live by myself."
Zhuang is not far away. What is this?