Technological practice: leading the human race to the stars

Chapter 67 Funeral
This was a special funeral. Ji Chengbin's will made him merge with the city wall, turning him into a statue that would forever guard the S01 Mechanical City.

People from all over the city spontaneously lined up in long queues and climbed up the city walls from both sides to pay homage to this great and strong man who protected the entire city.

His statue stood there, solemn and majestic, like an immortal monument, recording Ji Chengbin's bravery and fearlessness. People from all over the city, regardless of age or gender, approached the statue step by step with a sad and respectful mood. Some of them had tears in their eyes, some prayed silently, and some whispered their gratitude and remembrance for Ji Chengbin.

The children were brought by their parents, their little hands holding the older hands. They might not be able to fully understand the greatness of this hero, but they could feel the solemn atmosphere. They knew that the person in the statue was their protector and their hero.

Not only these ordinary people, but also a large number of prominent figures have poured into this mechanical city, including leaders of various top forces. It also gathers a large number of powerful people, including many scout-level powerful people in China.

Even the newly crowned world's strongest man A, who had not been seen for a long time, appeared in the media reports of Province S.

Yuanze also attended the funeral of the cenotaph under the introduction of Li Haisheng, using his new identity "Sun Shao", the eldest grandson of "Sun Lao". During this period, he also chatted with an old man next to him with great interest. The two of them had a great time talking and got along very well.

They also talked about the current situation.

It was not difficult for anyone with a discerning eye to see that the members of the four major families present only maintained superficial harmony. The death of the strongest person in the Ji family was like a crack that quietly appeared in their fragile relationship, and also made those who were ready to make a move smell a hint of taking advantage of the situation.

These people, a group of hypocritical dignitaries, flocked to his cenotaph as if they were performing a grand ceremony.

They offer flowers, but it seems like they are paying tribute to their own vanity; they comfort relatives, but it seems like they are covering up their own indifference and ruthlessness; the polite words they utter are like sharp knives stabbing the dignity of the deceased.

After the worship, they couldn't wait to leave, as if this place was full of plague and they couldn't stay for a second longer. They turned around and left, but turned this place into an exchange of fame and fortune, chatting with each other, as if the deceased hero was just a stepping stone for them.

For most of the rich and powerful, no matter how brave and fearless they were in life, the dead are ultimately of no use to them. The worship ceremony is just a way for them to maintain their illusory face, lacking sincere emotions.

A stepped forward and broke this absurd hypocrisy.

He knelt on his knees, worshipped devoutly, and paid tribute to a true hero.

This scene shocked the hypocritical dignitaries, who turned their heads away as if they had seen something terrible. They retreated and dispersed, pretending to be unaware, fearing that their hypocrisy would be exposed.

How ridiculous, these powerful people! They keep saying that heroes are useless behind people's backs, but when facing a real hero, they dare not face up to their own ugliness and hypocrisy.

Their worship ceremony was nothing more than a performance to deceive themselves and others, but A's actions revealed their true colors and exposed their ugly faces.

A's heart is very calm. In his eyes, truly strong people never care about other people's opinions. They only care about what they think is right.

A sighed and murmured to himself: "After so many years, you still can't let go of that matter. To be honest, I owe you a lot for not being able to help you all these years."

He took out a pot of wine and two cups, poured the wine himself, and placed it in front of the portrait on Ji Chengbin's tombstone.

"I remember when we first met, it was your parents who desperately saved me from the Black Hawk. I soon had a brother like you, but you were left with only a useless brother like me. I remember that we had the same ideal at that time, which was to continue the future of mankind." A kept talking, as if he was pouring out his heart to an old friend in front of him, releasing his emotions that he had been feeling for many years.
"Afterwards, we went through many dangers together, and time really passed by so quickly. Until that day, we had different ideas, and then we parted ways..."

"Tell me, is this right or wrong?"

A picked up the wine glass and touched it with Ji Chengbin's glass, smiled at him, and then drank it in one gulp. Then a deep and satisfied gulp came from his throat, as if the wine had turned into lofty ambitions, filling his heart.

"It's all because I was too young at that time."

He lowered his head, as if a little embarrassed to continue looking at Ji Chengbin, and continued talking to himself.

"I'm so sorry you forgave me so quickly."

He filled the glass with wine and lowered the rim of his glass, so that Ji Chengbin's glass was slightly higher than his, making a crisp sound. He raised his head and drank it all, then looked at the tombstone in front of him.

The sun shines through the sparse clouds, scattering mottled light on the tombstone. It is located in a quiet and deep valley in the machinery city, surrounded by lush mountains, like a barrier, guarding this resting place. A clear stream gurgles through the valley, and the melodious sound of the water seems to be expressing endless thoughts for the deceased.

"When I entered the Strongest List, there was still more than half of the good wine you and I drank. I have always wanted to drink another glass with you."

The glass was filled again. He stood up, held the glass with both hands, and stopped clinking glasses with Ji Chengbin.

"I'll punish myself with a drink. I should have come to have a drink with you when I first reached the top of the Power List some time ago, instead of continuing to consolidate my gains from the battle. If I had, I wouldn't be in this situation now."

He finished another glass, stood quietly in front of the grave, and picked up the glass of wine placed in front of the tombstone. This glass of wine was the last bond between him and his deceased friend, and a testimony to the happy times they had spent together.

He closed his eyes and gently tilted the glass, letting the wine slowly seep into the soil, as if he was drinking this last glass of wine with his brother underground. At this moment, he seemed to be able to feel the presence of his friends, as if they had returned to the time when they laughed together.

The surrounding trees swayed gently, making rustling sounds, mixed with the sound of wine dripping on the ground, as if whispering mourning.

He opened his eyes, and saw only an empty tombstone and a deserted cemetery. He knew that Ji Chengbin had left and would never come back.

"I am too embarrassed to see you this time. Next time we meet, I will bring the black eagle's head to pay tribute to you! Let's have a good drink on the city wall."

After saying that, he disappeared from the spot, leaving only the wine glass shaking in front of the tombstone, and then gradually calmed down.

The editor said that reading slowly can improve follow-up reading, so I hope everyone will read slowly.

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