When Zhou Dezhang stepped into the bedroom, he saw the dying young man lying on the bed, and a huge sense of absurdity emerged in his mind.
How could the boy become so seriously ill in just a few weeks?
The young man saw him, pulled the corner of his mouth, and smiled bitterly: "Why, didn't you expect me to be so seriously ill?"
Zhou Dezhang nodded, and looked at Le Jing with a look of fear and trepidation: "Why are you so thin? What's wrong with you? What did the doctor say?"
Le Jing lowered his eyes, a bitter smile tinged with sarcasm on his lips: "Doctor? Of course you want me to take care of the aftermath."
Zhou Dezhang was horrified and blurted out: "Quack! Nonsense!" He reached out and held the boy's cold right hand, and promised solemnly: "Just wait, I will invite the most famous doctor in Beiping to treat you!"
Le Jing used force with his fingers to stop Zhou Dezhang from turning around and leaving.
In Zhou Dezhang's opinion, the boy's smile was strange for no reason. He waved at him and said softly, "Jun Yu, let me tell you a secret?"
"What secret?"
The young man kept smiling and said in a low voice, "I actually wrote "Rise of Dynasties". I am Lin Zhongqi."
Zhou Dezhang was stunned. He subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"
The young man coughed lightly, his eyes long, as if he was lost in some unknown memory. He did not answer Zhou Dezhang's question, but said to himself: "It is because I am Lin Zhongqi that there was an assassination attempt against me, so..." He smiled miserably: "I must die of illness."
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Zhou Dezhang didn't know how he got home.
He was in a daze all the way, and only when he returned home did he realize, amid the servants' exclamations, that one of his shoes had fallen off.
For him, who always paid attention to his appearance, this was a rare and embarrassing scene.
He locked himself in the study in a daze, staring at the small pond outside the house with a pale face.
The tragic smile of the young man lying on the hospital bed kept appearing in front of his eyes, making him worried and... angry.
Are the times already that difficult?
Could it be that those people couldn't even tolerate a 17-year-old child being allowed to survive?
Has this country become so dark?
What mistake did Li Jingran make?
What went wrong with "Rise of Dynasties"?
It’s only because this work has enlightened the people and prevented those people from enslaving and oppressing the people as much as they want!
It’s just because this work tells the truth that no one else dares to say!
Li Jingran was only 17 years old! With his talent and intelligence, he could have done a lot for this country and nation! But now he was going to die in the hands of an ambitious person!
Zhou Dezhang closed his eyes in pain and thought about the conversation a few hours ago.
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"I will immediately arrange for someone to send you to the United States for treatment!" Zhou Dezhang looked solemn, but he still tried his best to comfort the boy on the hospital bed: "Don't worry, I know a lot of people, I'm sure it will be possible..."
His pale assurance ended with a chuckle from the boy.
He met the boy's eyes and his heart beat like a drum.
From the first moment we met, the boy exuded a sickly and subtle air of decadence, just like the fallen leaves in autumn or the setting sun in the evening, which gave people bad associations.
But at this moment, as the boy's laughter sounded, the amber eyes of the dying boy, who seemed to be about to die in the next moment, suddenly revealed a sharp edge, and his eyes were as unruly as a lion: "I refuse."
"……What?"
"I'm not going overseas, I'm staying here, and if they want to kill me, go ahead."
Zhou Dezhang was anxious, "Don't act on impulse! As the saying goes, if you keep the green mountains, you will never run out of firewood! You are still young! There is still a long way to go in the future!"
The young man shook his head and smiled, his eyes revealing a fascinated look: "Jun Yu, do you still remember why Mr. Tan did not flee to Japan, but stayed to die bravely?"
The muscles on Zhou Dezhang's face trembled and twisted. He already understood the young man's ambition. Two lines of tears ran down his cheeks. His lips trembled and he couldn't speak.
"Every country's reform is achieved through bloodshed. Today, there is no bloodshed in China due to reform. This is why the country is not prosperous. If there is, please start from your own generation." The young man looked fascinated and said with longing, "When I was young, I always read this sentence, and my blood boiled. I wished I could be born a few decades earlier and die with Mr. Tan."
These words seemed to have consumed a lot of his energy, so he took a breath, looked at Zhou Dezhang who looked sad, and deliberately said with a joking smile: "This has been my dream since I was a child. Now I finally have the opportunity to realize it. I hope you can help me."
Zhou Dezhang looked at the calm smile in the boy's eyes and suddenly felt that he didn't need to say anything.
Li Jingran has already made up his mind to die.
This child is only 17 years old, but he already has the courage and ambition to make countless old men ashamed. Like Mr. Tan, he is ready to die.
I wanted to kill the enemy, but I was powerless to save the situation. It was a worthy death, how happy I was.
Mr. Tan...
He smiled bitterly and bowed deeply to Li Jingran, "I... am not as good as you." He murmured, "This world is so fucking fucked up."
"It will get better." The young man on the hospital bed showed an expectant look: "Although I can't see it anymore, this world and this country will definitely get better and better."
Zhou Dezhang was suspicious: "Is that so?"
"Yes." The boy looked sad, but still answered affirmatively, "Otherwise, Mr. Tan and my death would be meaningless."
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Zhou Dezhang woke up from his memories and carefully took out a letter from his pocket.
On the snow-white envelope were three large, thick ink-brushed characters: Suicide note.
This is the suicide note that Li Jingran gave him.
He hoped that after his death, Zhou Dezhang would publish this suicide note in the newspaper.
Even if Li Jingran didn't say so, Zhou Dezhang would do so.
A person as brilliant as Li Jingran must not die in obscurity.
People need to know that there was a young man named Li Jingran who gave up the chance to escape and chose to sacrifice his life for a better future for China.
People need to know how dark this country is, how despicable and cruel its government is, and what horrific atrocities have occurred on this land!
only……
Zhou Dezhang burst into tears, his heart was broken, and he finally cried out loud.
Jing Ran...
He is not even 20 years old yet and hasn't even picked a name!
He hasn't been admitted to university yet!
He had a rough first half of his life and was never treated well by anyone.
He possessed extraordinary talent, but his success was short-lived.
Does a country and a government that forces minors to die really have a future?
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On the afternoon of the day Zhou Dezhang left, an unexpected person came to visit.
Looking at that ordinary face, a name suddenly jumped into Le Jing's mind: "Liao Fang...?"
Liao Fang came over in surprise, a little at a loss: "I didn't expect you still remember me, sir."
Le Jing smiled and nodded: "After all, I did let the dog bite you... Have your wounds healed? Didn't it scare your daughter?"
Liao Fang was so moved that his eyes turned red. He choked up and answered, "Okay, I'm fine now. I didn't scare my daughter. Before I came, my daughter was still clamoring to listen to the storyteller on the street telling you about your "Adventures of Wandering". "
"I didn't expect you to come see me." Le Jing smiled faintly: "What do you want to see me for?"
Liao Fang hesitated for a while, squatted down beside Le Jing, and whispered, "Sir, I will take you away to the United States for treatment."
Le Jing looked at him in surprise and said nothing.
Liao Fang misunderstood his meaning and explained hastily: "I really want to save you, sir. My big brother has some influence in the Green Gang. He can arrange for you to take a boat to the United States. They can't catch up with you!"
Looking at Liao Fang's anxious face, Le Jing suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and had a brief realization, "It was you who threw the note to me that night?"
Liao Fang nodded slightly.
"The person who tripped me that day..." Le Jing looked at him inquiringly.
Liao Fang hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.
After understanding everything, Le Jing suddenly had an urge to laugh.
He only gave Liao Fang money for his treatment that day in order not to offend the Qing Gang, and let him go after telling him some lies. The whole process was full of cold considerations, without any kindness.
But who could have imagined that the seeds planted that day would bear such good results?
In the world line where Ryota Nakamura is, he should have fled to the United States under the operation of the forces behind the Liao family.
Unfortunately, even though he fled to the United States, he still couldn't escape their assassination.
"Who was it?" He asked in a whisper, "Who was the one who assassinated me that day?"
This time, Liao Fang hesitated for a long time before he whispered the name.
It was a very powerful name within the Green Gang. He and the Liao family's backers belonged to the same "Tong" generation and enjoyed great fame in later history.
Because he was shot after the founding of the People's Republic of China.
Because he was a running dog of the Blue Sky, White Sun faction, and carried out a series of conspiracies, sabotage and assassinations for them.
It was when he heard this name that a wonderful idea suddenly came to Le Jing's mind.
Le Jing asked Liao Fang, "Do Zhang Tongjue and your eldest brother not get along? Do they have a grudge against each other?" Zhang Tongjue was the name of the lackey who assassinated him.
Liao Fang nodded, not understanding why.
Le Jing was not surprised. He struggled to get up from the bed, and Liao Fang came over to help him up. "Sir, what do you want to do?"
"Please help me to the desk. I want to write a letter."
With Liao Fang's help, Le Jing slowly moved to a chair and sat down, then wrote a few paragraphs on the letter with shaking hands. Then he put the letter into an envelope and handed it to Liao Fang, "Can you please give this letter to your eldest brother?"
Although Liao Fang didn't understand Le Jing's intention, he still patted his chest and promised: "I will definitely deliver this letter. You don't know that my eldest brother loves to read your "Rise of Dynasties". If the task you ask him is not too troublesome, he will definitely agree."
"Oh, and about going to America..."
Le Jing interrupted him with a smile: "It won't be too late to talk about these things after your elder brother receives the letter."
"But... sir, your health...?"
Le Jing smiled and assured, "I will do my best to stay alive until I receive a reply, so you don't have to worry."
No matter how humiliating, difficult, disgusting and boring life is, he will try his best to live.
Because he had already planned the most grand funeral for himself and thought of the most spectacular way to die.
Does Zhang Tongjue know what a common man’s anger is?
When a common man gets angry, only two people are killed and blood is splattered five steps away.
Since he's going to die anyway, let him die in a more meaningful way.
The author has something to say:
I promise, Le Jing will be dead in the next chapter!!
And of course, there will be extra chapters in later generations.
To be honest, I had already thought of Le Jing's funeral when I was writing the first chapter! My friends and I talked about it many times!
I have written more than sixty chapters, more than two hundred thousand words, and Le Jing can finally die!!! Haha ...
The next world is not the worlds mentioned in the copywriting, because I have new inspiration.
It's a silly campus novel about traveling through a book. The one-sentence trailer goes something like this: Is it better to do technology than to fall in love?
After lighting up the literature tree, Le Jing will become a science student and light up other technology trees. Hehehe~(￣▽￣～)(～￣▽￣)～
I promise, the next world is really a fast travel! Very fast! The kind of travel that is outlined! I am really afraid of writing about slow travel! I still have a lot of ideas to write about. Oh, oh, oh, oh
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