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Writing in the Republic of China (62)

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    When Zhou Dezhang stepped into the bedroom, he saw the dying boy lying on the bed at a glance, and a huge absurdity emerged in his heart.

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

    Seeing him, the young man twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a wry smile: "Why, didn't you expect me to be so seriously ill?"

    Zhou Dezhang nodded, and looked at Le Jing even with fear: "Why are you so thin? What is the disease? What did the doctor say?"

    Le Jing lowered his eyes, and a bitter smile tinged with sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "Doctor? Naturally let me deal with the funeral."

    Zhou Dezhang turned pale with shock, and blurted out: "Quack doctor! Nonsense!" He stretched out his hand to hold the cold right hand of the young man, and vowed: "Just wait, I will invite you to the most famous doctor in all of Peking to treat your illness."  !"

    Le Jing's finger forcefully stopped Zhou Dezhang from turning around to leave.

    In Zhou Dezhang's view, the boy's smile was a bit weird for no reason, he waved at him, and said softly: "Junyu, let me tell you a secret?"

    "What secret?"

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

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

    The young man coughed lightly, with long eyes, as if caught in some unknown memory, he didn't answer Zhou Dezhang's question, and said to himself: "It's because I am Lin Zhongqi that the assassination against me happened,  So" He smiled bitterly: "I must die of illness."

    Zhou Dezhang didn't know how he got home.

    He was in a daze along the way, and when he returned home, he found that he had lost one of his shoes amidst the exclamation of the servants.

    For him who has always paid attention to his appearance, this is a rare scene of embarrassment.

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

    The tragic smile of the young man lying on the hospital bed kept appearing in front of his eyes, which made him terrified and made him resentful.

    Has the current situation become that difficult?

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

    Is this country so dark already?

    What mistake did Li Jingran make?

    What is wrong with "Rise of Dynasty"?

    It's just because this work has opened up the wisdom of the people, so that those people can't enslave and oppress the people to their heart's content!

    It's just because this work tells the truth that no one else dares to 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 about to perish in the hands of careerists!

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

    "I'll arrange someone to send you to the United States for treatment right away!" Zhou Dezhang's face was serious, 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, and I can definitely"

    His pale assurance ended in a chuckle from the teenager.

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

    ?From the first time we met, the young man was filled with a sluggish sickness and subtle twilight, just like the fallen leaves in autumn and the sunset in the evening, which made people have bad associations.

    But at this very moment, at the same time as the boy's laughter sounded, the amber eyes of this dying boy who seemed to die in the next moment suddenly showed a sharp edge, his eyes were as fierce as a lion: "I refuse."

    "¡­¡­What?"

    "I will not go overseas, I will stay here, if they want to kill me, please."

    Zhou Dezhang was in a hurry, "Don't be impulsive! As the saying goes, if you keep the green hills, you will not be afraid of no firewood! You are still young! There is still a long way to go!"

    The young man shook his head and smiled, his eyes revealed fascination: "Junyu, do you still remember why Mr. Tan didn't escape to Japan back then, but stayed to die generously?"

    The muscles on Zhou Dezhang's face trembled and twisted. He already understood the boy's ambition. Two lines of tears ran down his cheeks, and his lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

    "Reforms in all countries are all formed by bloodshed. Today, China has never heard of anyone who shed blood because of reforms. This is the reason why this country is not prosperous. If there is, please start from the same generation."  When I read this sentence, my blood boils all over my body, and I wish I couldUnder the operation of the forces behind Liao Fang, he went into exile in the United States.

    It's a pity that even though he fled to the United States, he still couldn't escape their assassination.

    "Who is it?" He asked in a breathy voice, "Who was it that assassinated me that day?"

    This time, Liao Fang hesitated for a long time before reading the name softly.

    That is a very powerful name in the Green Gang, and it belongs to the same generation of "Tong" as Liao Fang's backstage, and enjoys a great reputation in the history of later generations.

    Because he was shot after the founding of the country.

    Because he is the running dog of the Blue Sky and White Day Party, and engaged in a series of conspiracy, sabotage, and assassination activities for them.

    Also when hearing this name, Le Jing suddenly had a wonderful idea in his heart.

    Le Jing asked Liao Fangdao: "Are Zhang Tongjue and your eldest brother not dealing with each other? They have enmity?" Zhang Tongjue was the name of the lackey who assassinated him.

    Liao Fang nodded because he didn't know.

    Le Jing was not very surprised.  He struggled to get up from the bed, Liao Fang hurried over to support him, "Sir, what are you doing?"

    "Please help me to the desk, I want to write a letter."

    With the support of Liao Fang, Le Jing slowly moved to the chair and sat down, then shook his hands and wrote a few paragraphs on the letter paper.  Then he put the letter into an envelope and handed it to Liao Fang, "Can I trouble you to give this letter to your elder brother?"

    Although Liao Fang didn't understand Le Jing's intentions, he still patted his chest and promised: "I will definitely deliver this letter. You don't know, my elder brother is watching your "Dynasty Rise". If you ask him to  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 interrupted him with a smile: "It's not too late to talk about these after your elder brother receives the letter."

    "But sir, your body?"

    Le Jing smiled and promised: "Until I receive a reply, I will try my best to survive, you don't have to worry."

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

    Because, he has already planned the grandest funeral for himself, and conceived the most vigorous way to die.

    Did Zhang Tongjue ever know about Pifu's anger?

    The husband was angry, but the blood was spattered five steps away from the two corpses.

    He is going to die anyway, let him die more valuable.

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

    And, of course, future episodes are indispensable.

    To be honest, when I was writing the first chapter, I had already thought about Le Jing's funeral!  My friends and I have been forced many times!

    I wrote more than 60 chapters, more than 200,000 words, Le Jing can finally die!  !  !  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'm so happy!  !  !  He is finally dead!  I can end the Republic of China chapter and write the next world hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

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

    It's a school sand sculpture in the book, and the one-sentence preview is probably: It's better to engage in technology than to fall in love?

    After lighting up the literature tree, Le Jing wants to become a science student, lighting up other technology trees hehehe~(£þ¨Œ£þ¡«)(¡«£þ¨Œ£þ)¡«

    I promise, the next world is really fast travel!  Very fast!  The kind Outline wears!  I¡¯m really afraid of writing slow travel!  I still have a lot of ideas to write

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