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Zhou Dezhang stepped into the bedroom and saw the dying young man lying on the bed, and great absurdity appeared in his heart.

But in just a few weeks, why did the boy become so seriously ill?

When the young man saw him, he twitched his lips and smiled bitterly: "Why, you didn't expect me to be so sick?"

Zhou Dezhang nodded, looking at Le Jing with even a hint of fear: "Why are you so thin? What disease is it? What did the doctor say?"

Le Jing lowered his eyes, and the bitter smile on his lips was tinged with sarcasm: "Doctor? Of course you will let me handle the funeral arrangements."

Zhou Dezhang was shocked and blurted out: "Quack doctors! Nonsense!" He stretched out his hand to hold the young man's cold right hand and vowed: "Just wait, I will invite the most famous doctor in Beiping to treat you. !”

Le Jing's fingers used force to stop Zhou Dezhang from turning around and leaving.

In Zhou Dezhang's opinion, the young man's smile was a bit strange for no reason. He waved to him and said softly: "Jun Yu, can I tell you a secret?"

"What secret?"

The young man's smile remained unchanged and he lowered his voice and said, "I actually wrote "The Rise of a Dynasty" and I am Lin Zhongqi."

Zhou Dezhang was so stunned that he subconsciously asked: "What did you say?"

The young man coughed lightly and looked long, as if he was caught in some unknown memory. He did not answer Zhou Dezhang's question and said to himself: "It's because I am Lin Zhongqi that there was that assassination against me. So..." He smiled miserably: "That's why I have to die of illness."

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Zhou Dezhang didn't know how he got home.

He was confused along the way, and when he returned home, he realized that one of his shoes had fallen off amidst the exclamations of the servants.

For him who always pays attention to appearance, this is a rare embarrassing scene.

He locked himself in the study in despair, staring straight at the small pond outside the house, his face expressionless.

The tragic smile of the young man lying on the hospital bed kept appearing in front of his eyes, making him worried and... angry.

Have times gotten that difficult?

Are those people already unable to tolerate a 17-year-old child living?

Is this country so dark?

What mistake did Li Jingran make?

What's wrong with "The Rise of a Dynasty"?

It's just because this work opened up the people's wisdom and prevented those people from enslaving and oppressing the people to their heart's content!

It’s just because this work tells the truth that others dare not tell!

Li Jingran is only 17 years old! With his talent and mind, he could have done many, many things for this country and nation! But now he is going to die in the hands of careerists!

Zhou Dezhang closed his eyes in pain and remembered the conversation a few hours ago.

…

"I will immediately arrange for someone to send you to the United States for treatment!" Zhou Dezhang's face was solemn, but he still tried his best to comfort the young man on the hospital bed: "Don't worry, I still know a lot of people, I will definitely be able to..."

His pale assurance ended with the boy's chuckle.

When he met the young man's eyes, his heart beat like a drum.

From the first moment we met, the young man was filled with malaise and a subtle air of twilight, just like the fallen leaves in autumn or the setting sun in the evening, which gave people a bad association.

But at this moment, just as the young man laughed, the amber eyes of this young man who was already dying and seemed to die in the next moment suddenly showed a majestic edge, and his eyes were as unruly as a lion: "I refuse."

"……What?"

"I'm not going overseas, I'm going to stay here and if they want to kill me, that's fine."

Zhou Dezhang was anxious, "Don't act out of emotion! As the saying goes, if you leave green hills, you won't have to worry about running 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, with a look of fascination in his eyes: "Jun Yu, do you still remember why Mr. Tan did not escape to Japan, but stayed and died generously?"

The muscles on Zhou Dezhang's face trembled and twisted. He already understood the young man's ambition. Two lines of clear tears ran down his cheeks. His lips were trembling and he was speechless.

"Reforms in various countries are all caused by bloodshed. Today, China has not heard of anyone bleeding due to reforms. This is why this country is not prosperous. If there is, please start from the same heir." The young man's eyes were leisurely and fascinated, and he said longingly: "When I was young, When I read this sentence, my blood always boils, and I wish I could have been born decades earlier and die with Mr. Tan.”

These words seemed to consume a lot of his energy, so he took a breath, looked at Zhou Dezhang who looked sad, and said with a smile: "This has been my dream since I was a child, and now I finally have a chance to realize it, please Jun Yucheng It’s all-rounder.”

Zhou Dezhang looked at the calm smile in the young man's eyes and suddenly felt that he didn't need to say anything.

Li Jingran was already determined to die.

This kid is only 17 years old, but he already has the courage and ambition to put countless old people to shame. He and Mr. Tan generally regard death as death.

If you have the intention to kill a thief, you will be unable to save yourself. If you die well, it will be a happy death.

Mr. Tan...

He smiled miserably and bowed to Li Jingran, "I'm... 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 expectant eyes: "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 young man looked sad, but he still answered affirmatively, "Otherwise, Mr. Tan's 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 characters written in thick ink: Book of Death.

This was the suicide note given to him by Li Jingran.

He hoped that after his death, Zhou Dezhang would publish this suicide note in a newspaper.

Even if Li Jingran didn't say so, Zhou Dezhang would do it.

A person as amazing and talented as Li Jingran must not die in obscurity.

People need to know that a young man named Li Jingran gave up the chance of escape and chose to sacrifice his life for a better future for China.

The people need to know how dark this country is, how despicable and cruel its government is, and what appalling atrocities have occurred in this land!

only……

Zhou Dezhang burst into tears, his heart was twisted like a knife, and he finally burst into tears.

Jingran...

He is not yet 20 years old and has not yet picked up the Chinese characters!

He hasn't been admitted to college yet!

The first half of his life was rough and he was never treated well by anyone.

He has great talent, but it can only be 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 when Zhou Dezhang was sent away, an unexpected person came to visit him.

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, sir, to still remember me."

Le Jing smiled and nodded: "After all, I bit you with a dog... Your injury has healed? Didn't you scare your daughter?"

Liao Fang was so moved that his eyes were red, and he replied with a choked sob: "Okay, I'm fine, 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 "Wandering" "Fairy Encounter".

"I didn't expect you to come see me." Le Jing smiled faintly: "What do you want from me?"

Liao Fang hesitated for a while, squatted down next to Le Jing, and whispered: "Sir, I will send you away to go to the United States for medical treatment."

Le Jing looked at him in surprise and said nothing.

However, Liao Fang misunderstood what he meant and hurriedly explained: "I really want to save my husband. My eldest brother and I can still talk to each other in the Qinggang. He can arrange for you to take a boat to the United States. They can’t catch up with the United States!”

Looking at Liao Fang's anxious face, an idea suddenly flashed in Le Jing's mind, and he had a brief realization, "Were you the one who threw the note to me that night?"

Liao Fang nodded slightly.

"The one 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 felt the urge to laugh.

That day, he just wanted to avoid offending the Qing Gang, so he gave Liao Fang money for medical treatment, and then let him go after telling some lies. The whole process was filled with cold considerations and no kindness at all.

But who would have thought? The cause sown that day could bear such good fruits.

In the world line where Nakamura Ryota is located, he should have fled to the United States under the operation of the forces behind Liao Fang.

Unfortunately, even if he fled to the United States, he still could not escape their assassination.

"Who is it?" he asked in a breathy voice: "Who assassinated me that day?"

This time Liao Fang hesitated for a long time before whispering the name.

That was a very powerful name within the Qinggang. He and Liao Fang's backstage belonged to the same generation as "Tong" and enjoyed a great reputation in later history.

Because he was shot after the founding of the country.

Because he was a lackey of the Blue Sky Party and engaged in a series of conspiracy, sabotage, and assassination activities for them.

It was also when he heard this name that Le Jing suddenly had a wonderful idea in his mind.

Le Jing asked Liao Fang, "Don't you want to deal with Zhang Tongjue and your eldest brother? Do they have a grudge?" Zhang Tongjue was the name of the lackey who assassinated him.

Liao Fang nodded without knowing why.

Le Jing was not too surprised. He struggled to get up from the bed, and Liao Fang quickly came over to help him, "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 the chair and sat down, then wrote a few paragraphs on the letter paper with trembling hands. Then he put the letter paper into an envelope and handed it to Liao Fang, "Can you please give this letter to your elder 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, my eldest brother has watched your "The Rise of Dynasty". If you ask him If the matter is not too troublesome, he will definitely agree."

"By the way, there is also something about going to the United States..."

Le Jing smiled and interrupted him: "It's not too late to wait until your elder brother receives the letter before talking about this."

"But...sir, your body...?"

Le Jing smiled and promised: "I will try my best to stay alive until I receive a reply. You don't have to worry."

No matter how humiliating, no matter how difficult, no matter how disgusting and boring life is, he will try to live.

Because he had already planned the grandest funeral for himself and the most spectacular way to die.

Did Zhang Tongjue ever know that a common man was angry?

When the common man was angry, he just lay down the corpses of two people and blood spattered five steps away.

He's going to die anyway, so let's make his death more valuable.

The author has something to say:

I promise, Le Jing can die in the next chapter! !

And, of course, the extras for later generations are indispensable.

To be honest, I had already thought about Le Jing’s funeral when I wrote the first chapter! My gay friend and I have had sex many times!

I have written more than sixty chapters and more than two hundred thousand words, and Le Jing can finally die! ! ! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I'm so happy! ! ! He is finally dead! I can end the Republic of China chapter and write about the next world hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

The next world is not the worlds in the copywriting, because I have new inspiration.

It’s a campus sand sculpture novel about Chuan Shu. The trailer is probably: It’s better to engage in technology than to fall in love?

After lighting up the literature tree, Le Jing will become a science student and light up other science and technology trees. Hehehe~(￣▽￣~)(~￣▽￣)~

I promise, the next world will really be fast! Extremely fast! The kind that the outline wears! I’m really scared to write about slow travel! I still have a lot of ideas to write about, hey, hey, hey.