I rely on talking to brush the copy

Honestly speaking, since coming to Beiping, 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 take revenge when he was fully grown, but now he has not had this idea for a long time.

For the vast world that slowly unfolds in front of him, the original body's parents are just dust that can be brushed away casually, not worth leaving any trace in his heart.

It was only when he received the reader's letter from Li Jingliang this time that he knew that his cheap brother had also come to Beiping. He also dug out the memory of Li Jingliang from Li Jingran's memory. Li Jingliang in Li Jingran's memory is a two-faced person who is arrogant, keen on fame and fortune, ambitious but also flatters his parents and elders. Li Jingran, this silly white man, has suffered a lot of losses before, so he naturally hates him.

If Li Jingliang knew that the author of his letter who was praising him was actually the useless elder brother he looked down upon since he was a child, I don't know what he would feel in his heart.

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 grudge between them and the original owner. He had to write articles every day and go to the library to work, but he was very busy. He took such a long sick leave this time. If he had not asked for a small monthly salary, the director would have fired him long ago. Moreover, after he clarified his ambitions and had a glimpse of the greatness of the world, the personal grudges between the original owner and his native family seemed to him to be nothing but 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 was very leisurely for Le Jing. It was not only convenient for him to check information, but also the quiet environment was conducive to the conception of the content of his articles.

With his unremitting efforts, "The Last Person Who Doesn't Take Drugs" was finally completed.

At that time, summer had passed, and the weather in early autumn was still extremely hot. The power of the autumn tiger was no less than that of the dog days. When Yang Jinglun came to collect the serial 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. Because 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 can't compare with those old editors, there is no one in the editorial department who will order him to serve tea and do miscellaneous work.

He knows that his current position is given by Mr. Li. This time Mr. Li actually gave him a new work. Naturally, he was overjoyed and couldn't wait to start reading.

[One

I haven't gone out for ten days. This is normal. Because I have to be very careful when I go out. This world makes me more and more confused. They want to harm me, I know, because I am the last person who doesn't take drugs.

...

Four

When I went out today, I met that person again. He was lying on the ground with a greenish-yellow face, surrounded by the poisonous smoke that harmed people. He held up his pipe and greedily swallowed them all into his stomach. I don't know if he can be considered a human being. His open shirt revealed a chest that was clearly a skeleton. Although I was very cautious, he still found me. He laughed strangely and drooled, and raised his pipe to me: "Come... come, smoke!"

He actually wanted to harm me too!

I ran away in fear.

...

Eight

Daddy found me today and asked me to go home with him.

I was so scared that I started to tremble.

They finally found me!

I shouted: "You can ask me to go back, but I don't take drugs!"

Daddy scolded me: "What nonsense are you talking about! If you don't smoke, you can't pay taxes. If you don't pay taxes, you will violate the law. The police will arrest you!"

I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized that Daddy's face was also greenish-yellow.

I finally woke up.

Daddy is no longer Daddy.

It is also a skeleton monster like that man!

I turned and ran.

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10

There is no moon today. I lay in bed and couldn't sleep. There are some things I need to figure out.

Since the British came, the world has become more and more crazy.

The day before yesterday, Mr. Wu pulled out all the crops in the field and planted opium instead. I asked him, and he said it was the order of the superiors.

Who are the superiors? I have never figured it out.

So yesterday I asked Mr. Wu again, but he didn't answer my question, but kept persuading me to plant opium, "Planting this makes more money than planting crops!" He said with a smile.

Why is planting opium more profitable than planting crops? I am even more confused. I thought about it all night and didn't figure it out. I plan to ask Mr. Zhao tomorrow. Mr. Zhao is the most educated scholar in our ten miles and eight villages!

11

Mr. Zhao really knows the reason, but I don't understand what he said.

"The superiors are of course the ones who control us."

"Because the British made all our money from selling opium, we have to grow opium to get our money back."

Mr. Zhao's words seemed to make sense, but I was not completely convinced.

"But opium is poisonous. It can make people addicted and make people as thin as skeletons. I have heard that some men cannot sleep with women because of it." I added: "I haven't seen anyone get rich because of opium, but I have seen many people who have even sold their ancestral homes, wives and children because they spent too much money on opium. If there is a drought one day, there will be only opium in the land, and people will starve to death!"

So Mr. Zhao's face turned bad, and he looked at me with a fierce look. I know he saw it. My face is white, which is different from his color, and I am stronger than him. I can sleep with women. He must not tolerate me.

Sure enough, he rushed towards me, shouting that I broke the law and he would report me to the police to arrest me.

I easily pushed him down and ran out.

...

Thirteen

Today, the police from the yamen came. They said I broke the law and wanted to lock me up.

It was them! It was the superiors! They found me after all. However, there is nothing I can do now, so I have to accept my fate. But I am not completely hopeless, because I have never been exposed to such poisons, so I am healthier than them and live longer. When they all die, I can come 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 eldest brother were very affectionate to me. I don’t understand what they are thinking, so I can only emphasize to them: "I don’t take drugs!"

For some reason, they all laughed, and then my sister-in-law handed me a mirror. I looked down and saw a green-yellow face in the mirror!

My eldest brother and father hugged each other and said happily: "My younger brother’s madness is finally going to be cured. In the future, he can be a normal person and go out and play with us and smoke together."

…

Seventeen

I decided to commit suicide. 】

After reading the whole article, Yang Jinglun was silent for a long time, with mixed feelings in his heart, including sadness, indignation, fear, and admiration. The heavy emotions pressed 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 extraordinary article. The things involved in the article are too sensitive, complicated, and dangerous. For so many years, people cannot touch them.

After a long silence, Yang Jinglun finally raised his head and mustered up the courage to look into the boy's clear eyes: "Sir, this article is a good article."

Le Jing nodded and asked again: "Can it be published?"

Yang Jinglun's breathing stagnated, and he said 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 bother?"

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 and 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. All their attacks and retaliations against me will only make me more determined that I am right."

Yang Jinglun stared at him: "Even if you will be insulted and smeared by countless literati, and be excluded and hostile by the people you want to protect, and thus be infamous for thousands of years?"

Le Jing met Yang Jinglun's sharp gaze openly, and for the first time, his smile had the youthful vigor and fearlessness that matched his age: "The merits and demerits of the ages will be judged by future generations. Even if I am cursed after my death, I will not regret my choice at this time."

Che Guevara, the core figure of the Cuban Revolution, said to the locals after his failure in the Third World guerrilla war: "After I leave, they will give you a salary increase, build hospitals and schools. These are not because they have become better, but because I have been here."

It is precisely because of the unremitting efforts of generations of pioneers that the world will not completely slide into the abyss, and people can accidentally discover the footprints of Xingzi in the dark night.

In the torrent of the times, Le Jing knew that his behavior at this time was no less than a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and he would soon be crushed by the tide of the times. Le Jing never thought 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 through his article who was the culprit of famine and poverty!

He wanted to tell the students who read history in the future that in the dark night, there were people who tried to shine.

Yang Jinglun looked deeply at the boy in front of him. He was less than seventeen years old this year, but he was braver and more fearless than many adults.

He knew that the weak body of the boy in front of him was home to a strong warrior soul with a steel-like will. Yang Jinglun didn't know what the end would be for him, but he knew one thing, that is, when the wheel of the times rolled over the boy's body, he, like Don Quixote, bravely charged towards fate.

Perhaps he was infected by the boy's courage and passion, or perhaps because he still had some innocence and ideals in his youth, Yang Jinglun felt that the blood that had been dormant for a long time was burning, and he had never laughed so happily!

"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 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”∠)_