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Prologue My name is not Jiang Yiliang(2/2)

Just like what the director of the orphanage who raised him occasionally said:

"A man can be cowardly in front of a woman without any shame, but he must always stand in front of her, whether with his back to her or facing her."

Because not far away from him was a mother and daughter who were in danger and helpless, and he was a man.

Regard death as home.

The rapid sound of the trumpet makes people feel as if they must complete something.

At the critical moment, he finally arrived. He pushed his body forward violently, pushing away the two mother and daughter whose minds were blank and had lost the ability to judge.

"Bang——"

The next second, his body seemed to have been hit by a large truck, and he lost consciousness instantly. After falling heavily to the ground, the belated pain made him tremble all over.

Screams, shouts, and cries came and went.

The sound is getting closer and closer, and the vision is gradually blurring.

But Jiang Yiliang still tried to open his eyes, as if he was unwilling to close his eyes.

At the last moment of his life, there were still things he couldn't let go of.

"Child!"

"Oops!!"

Until he saw the afterimage of the mother and daughter who had escaped danger and were safe and sound, kneeling in front of him and crying.

He just twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Great..."

The blurry world is getting further and further away, but the light in the eyes is gradually dimming.

"My...life is not wasted..."

"The dean is right..."

As he lay dying, his voice sounded like the third-person vision following his footsteps in the ending of a movie, and the scenes gradually flowed.

The voice-overs seem to be introducing their respective destinations.

"Being a man is such a miserable life..."
Chapter completed!
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