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Yang Jinglun felt that he had never really known Li Jingran.

He stared silently at Li Jingran who allowed the police to take him away without any resistance. The young man's resounding answer rang in his ears again: "I just did what I thought was right, and I also have the right to bear all the consequences." Their courage. All their attacks and revenge on me will only make me more determined that I am right.”

Is this the courage he talks about to bear all the consequences?

If before he could regard the young man's lofty words as a newborn calf not afraid of tigers, he can no longer think so. The young man proved by his actions that he meant what he said.

Doing something without knowing the consequences and choosing to do it despite knowing the consequences are completely different in nature. The former is the fearless recklessness of the ignorant, while the latter is the recklessness of the ignorant. Solitary and brave.

That young man met his inevitable fate meekly and without resistance, just to make more people resist fate.

Yang Jinglun felt regretful because he had never recognized Li Jingran clearly, but he was also proud because he had recognized Li Jingran clearly.

Like Mr. Tan, a young man named Li Jingran was a martyr. He lived for his beliefs and died for his beliefs.

It was precisely because he saw this clearly that he could only watch in silence as he was taken away by the police. He couldn't stop this, which was an insult and betrayal of the young man's firm belief.

"Sir, sir, please save my brother, please save him!" Li Shuran, who was crying in panic because of his brother's departure, suddenly saw Yang Jinglun standing silently beside him, as if he was grasping the last straw. Holding his thigh, he knelt down and cried.

Yang Jinglun woke up from his meditation. He quickly helped Li Shuran, who was crying, gently wiped the tears from her face, and replied firmly: "I will definitely save him."

He would never let Li Jingran meet Mr. Tan's fate.

There are too few people in this world who can always insist on doing the right thing. Every one less is a loss for mankind. People like Mr. Li should be shining brightly and be admired by all, and should not face such a tragic fate.

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Although he had been mentally prepared before coming and knew that the prison environment in the Republic of China would definitely be very bad, what he saw still deeply challenged Le Jing's sensitive nerves.

It was broad daylight, but the cell was very dark. With the faint light from a small window above the wall, Le Jing could barely see the general furnishings in the room. The room he stayed in was a single room, about four to five square meters. In addition to a bed, there was only a toilet with a terrible smell. There was something stuck on the mottled, damp, black walls, exuding a nauseating stench.

The so-called bed is just a layer of thatch, without "luxuries" such as pillows and sheets. What made Le Jing relieved was that the thatch on the bed was probably newly replaced. Not only was it clean, it also smelled like sunshine.

It's just that it's so unusual for these fresh thatches to appear here.

In fact, the police were quite polite to him when they arrested him. They were not that rough and did not use any lynching methods on him. Throughout the whole process, there was a police chief who seemed very kind and asked Le Jing to do something.

What to do is simple.

That is to ask Le Jing to publish an article in a newspaper, admit his mistakes to readers, and admit that he made rash remarks because of his youth and ignorance, which resulted in very bad consequences. He deeply apologizes for this, and he better Then change course and make some pro-smoking remarks. In this way, not only does Lejing not need to go to jail, but he can also get a lot of money.

Of course Le Jing refused.

Then he was thrown into a cell. The police chief, who looked kind before, also asked him to think carefully with a ferocious look on his face, "When will you figure it out and when will you come out!"

There is no doubt that they wanted to give Lejing a taste of the pain for refusing to eat and drink as a penalty, so it was only natural that the environment in the cell was so bad. The clean, warm thatch spread on the bed of such a simple and dirty cell seemed particularly strange.

No matter what the shady plot was behind this, it was good to be alive after all, and this was pretty much what he had expected. After all, if they really wanted to execute him regardless of the unfounded charges, even if they were extremely powerful, they would still have to take their appearance and reputation into consideration. Once public resentment is ignited, it is not so easy to extinguish.

"Brother, why were you imprisoned?" asked the inmate in the next cell.

"Me?" Le Jing chuckled: "I wrote an article in the newspaper advocating for the ban of opium, so they imprisoned me. What about you?"

The inmate was stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect to get this answer, and then stammered: "I, I stole things..." His voice became smaller and smaller. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said solemnly: "Brother, you are a good man."

Le Jing asked: "Why do you say that? Isn't it the first time we met?"

The inmate chuckled and said, "I am a rough guy and have no education, but I know that smoking is harmful to people. If you want to ban smoking, then you are a good person."

Le Jing was silent, but the inmates began to chatter.

"My father sold all the land just to smoke cigarettes. My mother couldn't survive, so she ran away with others. I don't blame my mother, my father is such a nobody. If it weren't for my father, our family would be in trouble. I won't be that poor, and I won't work as a long-term worker there. In fact, I don't either. If you want to steal something, stealing is not good, my mother taught me, but..." He smiled bitterly and murmured: "Isn't there no other way? That landlord's family eats white noodles every day, and they don't even have a steamed bun. If you don’t give it to me, I will be so hungry that I won’t be able to hold it back..."

Le Jing suddenly realized that this person might be a few years older than him.

Because the average life span of people in the Republic of China was 35 years old.

Since he can work as a long-term worker for others, he must not be too old, at most in his twenties.

In this small cell, Le Jing glimpsed a corner of the world's suffering from the narrations of the inmates next door. Every time he learns more about the world, his disgust for the current society will become deeper.

The pursuit of a better life is human instinct, and any attempt to distort, eliminate or prevent this is an atrocity against humanity.

When the poor in a society can only fill their stomachs by stealing, then the society is hopelessly ill and can only be destroyed and reorganized.

He has now used his imprisonment to add the strongest fire to this mighty "war". Now let him see how the fire outside will burn.

After all, people can only appreciate the rights they have fought for.

Hopefully they won't let him down.