Honestly, since coming to Beijing, Le Jing hasn't thought about the original owner's rubbish father and stepmother for a long time. When he first came to this world, he thought that he would definitely take revenge when he was fully grown, but now he hasn't had this thought for a long time.
To the vast world that slowly unfolded before his eyes, his original parents were nothing more than dust that was easily brushed away, not worthy of leaving any trace in his heart.
It was only after receiving a letter from a reader about Li Jingliang that he realized that his adopted brother had actually come to Beijing. He also dug out memories about Li Jingliang from Li Jingran's memory. In Li Jingran's memory, Li Jingliang was arrogant, eager to fight for fame and fortune, ambitious, but two-faced in front of his parents and elders. Li Jingran, a fool, had suffered a lot before, so he naturally hated him.
I wonder how Li Jingliang would feel if he knew that the author of the letter full of flattery was actually the good-for-nothing elder brother whom he had looked down upon since childhood.
Li Jingliang's letter did not cause any waves in Le Jing's heart. As long as Li Jingliang did not come to provoke him, he was too lazy to care about the grudges between them and the original owner. He had to write manuscripts every day and go to the library to work, which was very busy. He took such a long sick leave this time. If he had not asked for a low monthly salary, the director would have fired him long ago. Moreover, after he clarified his ambitions and got a glimpse of the vastness of the world, the personal grudges between the original owner and his original family seemed to him to be nothing more than trivial matters, not worth investing too much energy.
So Le Jing quickly put Li Jingliang's letter aside and returned to his daily work and writing.
The work of a librarian is very leisurely for Le Jing. Not only does it make it convenient for him to look up information, but the quiet environment is also conducive to his conceiving the content of his articles.
With his unremitting efforts, "The Last Man Who Doesn't Take Drugs" was finally completed.
Summer had already passed, but the weather in early autumn was still extremely hot, and the heat of autumn was no less powerful than that of the dog days. When Yang Jinglun came to collect the serialization of "Rat Eyes Look Down on People", Le Jing handed him "The Last Person Who Doesn't Take Drugs".
Yang Jinglun has been very proud recently. The relationship between editors and authors is that they rise and fall together. As the Night Watchman's "Rat Eyes Look Down on People" series and "Memoirs of a Famous Courtesan" became famous, his position as the editor-in-charge in the editorial department also rose. Although he could not compare with those veteran editors, no one in the editorial department would order him to serve tea and water or do miscellaneous work.
He understood that his current status was given by Mr. Li. This time Mr. Li gave him a new work. Naturally, he was overjoyed and couldn't wait to start reading.
【one
I haven't been out for ten days, which is normal because I have to be very careful when I go out. This world is getting more and more confusing to me. They want to harm me, I know, because I am the last person who doesn't take drugs.
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Four
When I went out today, I met that man again. He was lying on the ground with a greenish face, surrounded by the poisonous smoke that harmed people. He held up his pipe and greedily swallowed all the smoke. I don't know if he can be considered a human being. His chest, exposed by his open shirt, was clearly a skeleton. Although I was very careful, he still found me. He smiled strangely and drooled, and raised his pipe to me: "Come... come, smoke!"
He wants to harm me too!
I was scared away.
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eight
Daddy found me today and asked me to go home with him.
I was so scared that I started shaking.
They found me after all!
I yelled, "You can ask me to go back, I don't take drugs!"
Daddy scolded me angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about! If you don't smoke, you can't pay taxes. If you don't pay taxes, you are breaking the law. The police will arrest you!"
I was stunned for a moment, then I realized that Daddy's face was also green and yellow.
I finally came to my senses.
Daddy is no longer daddy.
It's also a skeleton monster like that guy!
I turned and ran.
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ten
There is no moon today. I lie in bed and can't sleep. There are some things I need to figure out.
Ever since the British came, the world has become increasingly crazy.
The other day, Mr. Wu pulled out all the crops in his field and planted opium instead. I asked him about it, and he said it was an order from his superiors.
Who are the people in charge? I have never been able to figure it out.
So I went to ask Mr. Wu again yesterday, but he didn't answer my question. He just kept persuading me to grow opium as well. "You can make much more money by growing this than growing crops!" he said with a smile.
Why is it that growing opium makes more money than growing crops? I was even more confused. I thought about it all night but still couldn't figure it out. I planned to ask Mr. Zhao tomorrow. Mr. Zhao is the most educated scholar in our village!
eleven
Mr. Zhao really knew the reason, but I didn’t quite understand what he said.
"The superiors are of course the ones who are in charge of us."
"Because the British made all our money from selling opium, we have to grow opium to get back the money that belongs to us."
What Mr. Zhao said seemed to make sense, but I was not completely convinced.
"But opium is poisonous. It's addictive and can make people skinny. I've even heard of men who can't sleep with women because of it." I added, "I haven't seen anyone get rich from opium, but I've seen many people who have even sold their ancestral homes, wives and children because they spent too much money on opium. If there's a drought someday and there's only opium in the fields, people will starve to death!"
Mr. Zhao's face turned bad, and he looked at me with a fierce look in his eyes. I knew he saw it, my face was white, different from his color, and I was stronger than him, and I could sleep with women, so he would not tolerate me.
Sure enough, he rushed towards me, yelling that I was breaking the law and that he would call the police to have me arrested.
I pushed him down easily and ran out.
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Thirteen
The police from the government office came today and said that I had broken the law and wanted to lock me up.
It's them! It's the boss! They found me after all. But now there's nothing I can do, I just have to accept my fate. But I'm not completely hopeless, because I've never been exposed to such poisons, so I'm healthier than them and I'll live longer. When they all die, I'll be able to get out.
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fifteen
I don't know why the people in the government office released me so quickly, and my father took me back home. I have to say that this time my father and my eldest brother were very affectionate to me. I didn't understand what they were thinking, so I could only emphasize to them: "I don't take drugs!"
For some reason they all started laughing, and then my sister-in-law handed me a mirror. I looked down and saw a green and yellow face in the mirror!
The eldest brother hugged his father and said happily, "My little brother's madness is finally going to be cured. From now on, he can be a normal person and go out and play with us and smoke with us."
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XVII
I decided to commit suicide.
After reading the entire article, Yang Jinglun was silent for a long time, feeling mixed emotions: sadness, indignation, fear, and admiration. The heavy emotions weighed on his heart, making him not know what to say.
This is a good article, there is no doubt about that.
But this is also a very outrageous article. The things involved in the article are too sensitive, complicated, and dangerous, and people have been forbidden to touch them for so many years.
After a long silence, Yang Jinglun finally raised his head and mustered up the courage to look into the young man's clear eyes: "Sir, this is a good article."
Le Jing nodded and asked, "Can it be published?"
Yang Jinglun's breathing stagnated, and he spoke with difficulty: "Sir, have you ever thought about the consequences of publishing this article in the newspaper?"
Le Jing smiled faintly: "I have thought about it. It's just a few barking dogs in the forest, why should I care?"
Yang Jinglun smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Sir, this matter is not as simple as you think. Their power is beyond your imagination. You may be banned or arrested."
Le Jing's expression remained unchanged. "I just did what I thought was right, and I also have the courage to bear all the consequences. Their attacks and retaliations against me only made me more determined that I was right."
Yang Jinglun stared at him and said, "Even if you will be insulted and slandered by countless scholars, and be ostracized and hostile by the people you want to protect, thus leaving a bad reputation for eternity?"
Le Jing met Yang Jinglun's sharp gaze openly, and for the first time, his smile was full of youthful vigor and fearlessness that matched his age: "My merits and demerits will be judged by future generations. Even if I am cursed after my death, I will not regret my choice at this moment."
After his failed guerrilla war in the Third World, Che Guevara, the core figure of the Cuban Revolution, said to the locals: "After I leave, they will give you a raise, build hospitals and schools. This is not because they have become better, but because I was here before."
It is precisely because of the unremitting efforts of generations of pioneers that the world will not slide completely into the abyss, and people can accidentally discover the footprints of stars in the dark night.
In the tide of the times, Le Jing knew that his behavior at this time was no less than a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and would soon be crushed by the tide of the times. Le Jing did not think of changing anything with just one or two articles.
He just wanted to tell the world through his articles that he had been here.
He just wanted to tell the people as much as possible through his articles who was the culprit causing famine and poverty!
Through his article, he wanted to tell the students who would read history in the future that in the long dark night, there were people who tried to shine.
Yang Jinglun looked deeply at the boy in front of him. He was not even seventeen years old, but he was braver and more fearless than many adults.
He knew that the frail body of the young man in front of him housed a strong warrior soul with a will of steel. Yang Jinglun did not know what the end would be like for him, but he knew one thing, that is, when the wheel of time rolled over the young man's body, he, like Don Quixote, bravely charged towards fate.
Perhaps he was infected by the boy’s bravery and passion, or perhaps it was because he still had some of his youthful innocence and ideals, Yang Jinglun felt that the blood that had been dormant in his body for so long was burning, and he had never laughed so heartily!
"Okay, then I will risk my life to accompany you!" Yang Jinglun waved his hand generously: "If the government wants to ban you, you can change your pen name and start over. If the government wants to arrest you..." He raised his eyebrows and smiled nonchalantly: "Then I will buy you a boat ticket to a foreign country!"
The author has something to say:
The writing style of "The Last Person Who Doesn't Take Drugs" is a tribute to Xun Ge'er's "Diary of a Madman". Of course, my content is much rougher than Xun Ge'er's, but I have tried my best_(:з」∠)_
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