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Work related Chapter 0001 September 11th!

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    This Wednesday in the late summer of 1991 was an extremely mysterious and erratic day for Luo Zhiyuan.  Throughout the morning, he had a strange hallucination about the mouths of his colleagues in the newspaper office: he could see other people's mouths moving, but he could not hear clearly what they said.  I tried my best to listen, but immediately felt dizzy, unsteady, and wanted to vomit.  Therefore, he could only interrupt others with a stiff smile: "I'm sorry, I'm a little dizzy. I don't want to talk now. I'm sorry." It was probably only two months since he was assigned to work at Anbei Daily after graduating from college, but everyone in the newspaper knew about it.  He is a polite, studious and motivated young man, so no one cares about his occasional rudeness and embarrassment.  I walked along the somewhat dark and damp corridor for more than ten meters and entered my office.  Luo Zhiyuan went straight to the back of his desk and sat down on the red painted faded wooden chair covered with mat cushions, feeling relieved.  He hesitantly grabbed a small mirror with legs placed on his desk, and carefully looked at himself in front of him - he had a pretty handsome face, but he was a little frightened by how young he was - and he slowly turned his head to look.  Desk calendar to one side.  The old-fashioned and simple desk calendar, the size of a dictionary, with thick scroll-like pages, is rarely seen in later generations.  However, what really shocked him were the black numbers on September 11, 1991!  He sat there in a daze, his expression suddenly became dull and then became exciting.  There¡¯s no way his brain isn¡¯t short-circuited.  One moment, he was sitting on the rostrum of a county central auditorium with great ambition. Vice Minister Xue of the Municipal Party Committee Organization Department announced on behalf of the Municipal Party Committee that he would be nominated as the deputy county magistrate; and the next moment, he was actually walking in the city of Anhui in the early 1990s.  In the dilapidated and aging office building of Bei Daily, people passing by are faces that have long been faded and blurred in memory.  Although he was only a seventh-grade deputy county-level official, it was extremely difficult to get there. Luo Zhiyuan had to suffer for it for most of his life, and the hardships and sourness were really hard to describe to outsiders.  After 20 years of hard work as a small official in the government, he finally showed his talents. He was lucky enough to be appointed as a deputy county leader. Unexpectedly, he made such a weird mistake - he was reborn without even having a taste of the deputy county chief.  Back to the starting point of my career doesn't this cost people's lives?  !  Male Gobi!  Damn it!  Luo Zhiyuan wanted to curse, but in fact, he actually cursed out loud, and his voice was not quiet.  Two other senior reporters in the same office, Lao Huang and Lao Song, looked up in shock and asked almost at the same time: "Xiao Luo, what are you doing? Are you having a seizure?" Luo Zhiyuan was shocked, calmed down, and said with a smile on his face:  "Director Song, Teacher Huang, I have a headache, I'm a little irritable, I said something rash, I'm sorry!" Old Huang shook his head, tapped the table with his fingers, and continued to read his manuscript.  However, Lao Song laughed and pointed at him: "Xiao Luo, the pager is ringing." Luo Zhiyuan subconsciously touched his waist, and the Han display pager attached to his waist was still vibrating.  Motorola's Han Display was considered a very fashionable information electronic product at the time, and it was expensive.  He slowly took it off and looked at it. It was a short message: Brother, please call back immediately - 5623481.  Luo Zhiyuan put the pager's display screen close to his eyes and looked at it carefully.  Several Arabic numerals seem to be jumping with joy, and various arrangements and combinations are becoming more and more clear and enlarged.  There was a bang in his mind, and all kinds of memories and information rolled back like a tide.  It took him half an hour to wake up slowly.  The sun is shining brightly outside the window.  On the old locust tree, leaning over a branch, two or three gray sparrows chirped, then fluttered away, making the green branches tremble under their feet.  This time was exactly 22 years ago.  His father, Luo Polu, is still the deputy county magistrate of Cheng County, and his mother, Mu Qing, is still an ordinary cadre of the Municipal Education Bureau. He is still the young and ambitious reporter The family is wealthy and well-off, the situation is good, and the future is bright.  But he was not happy at all, his eyes were full of gloom and his heart was confused.  Apparently at this time, my father was implicated in the murder case of Zheng Pingshan, deputy secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, and was double-disciplined by the Discipline Inspection Commission.  Soon after, my mother went to the capital to appeal but failed, and died in an accident in a car accident.  Soon, Zheng Pingshan was imprisoned, and although Luo Polu was released because there was no evidence of bribery, he was subsequently dismissed from his official position and became an ordinary staff member in the administrative department of the county hospital of traditional Chinese medicine.  The disillusionment of his official career, the inexplicable injustice, and the untimely death of his beloved wife dealt a huge blow to Luo Polu.  He suffered from severe depression and committed suicide by taking poison six months later.  An originally happy personThe prosperous middle-class family was wiped out, and Luo Zhiyuan's life was cast into a gloomy shadow.  Fortunately, Luo Zhiyuan did not give up on himself.  After the death of his parents, he stayed in the newspaper office for two years. By chance, he switched careers and entered the government agency. He worked hard in a Qingshui Yamen, and finally made it to the moon.  Wait, what¡¯s the date today?  Luo Zhiyuan¡¯s expression suddenly changed and he looked at the calendar again: Ah, September 11th!  He jumped up suddenly, his face turned pale, and he rushed out the door frantically.  The door was slammed shut, Lao Song frowned, and said in a deep voice: "What kind of psychosis does this kid have! Why are you running outside during working hours? Don't you know how to ask for leave?" Lao Song is the director of the department, and Luo Zhiyuan ran away without asking for leave.  , some dissatisfaction.  Lao Huang laughed and smoothed things over: "Director Song, maybe Xiao Luo has something urgent. Just wait until he comes back to make up a leave note! Anyway, I'm not busy these two days, so the leader can just turn a blind eye!" Lao Song snorted.  One sound, no more silence.  ¡­ ¡­ The first family home of Anbei City Government, Building 12, Luo Family.  Luo Polu took a shower and put on clean clothes. He was still wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, black trousers, and his leather shoes were shiny and spotless. Both the shirt and the trousers were ironed and straight, without a trace of wrinkles.  Mu Qing stood there with sad and lonely eyes, helping her husband pack his briefcase.  Luo Polu has this kind of temperament. No matter when - even if there is an imminent crisis of being imprisoned now, he is still calm and unhurried and will not neglect his clothing and manners.  This is not pretentious, but a kind of upbringing that is innate in the bones and blood, a kind of aloofness and elegance that is difficult to describe in words. Probably only his wife Mu Qing can understand it.  "Polu, do you have to go?" Mu Qing said sadly.  "Qing'er, the Discipline Inspection Commission is looking for a talk. How can I not go? If I don't go, can I escape? Where can I escape? So, what are you two going to do? I can't do this kind of thing! Besides, I have a clear conscience, what should I be afraid of?  !" Luo Polu raised his head and smiled bitterly, looking at his beloved wife.  "If something happened to Zheng Pingshan, why should it be brought to your head? Although you are a cadre promoted by Zheng Pingshan, they are them and we are us. It would be too bullying to insist on putting a shit basin on your head.  "Mu Qing waved his arms angrily.  She is a woman with a calm personality and rarely becomes angry.  "Qing'er, they didn't slap a bucket of shit on my head, but they forced me to participate in framing Secretary Zheng. But I, Luo Polu, am not such an ungrateful villain. I would rather not be the deputy county magistrate than be ignorant.  You speak out of conscience and do things that are out of your conscience!" Luo Polu's words were clear and his voice was full of emotion.  "Qing'er, don't worry. I believe Secretary Zheng is innocent. In the same way, I, Mr. Luo, are upright and not afraid of rumors and false accusations. Let the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection investigate, everything will be found out" Luo Polu  Covering up the dimness in his eyes, "Qing'er, take good care of Zhiyuan and wait for my return with peace of mind!" "Polu, how about - I go to the capital to beg" Mu Qing hasn't said anything yet.  After finishing, Luo Polu interrupted irritably and rudely: "No! Don't beg them! We have survived the difficult years in the past, let alone now!" Seeing that his wife was sad and unable to control herself, Luo Polu felt soft and let go  He softened his voice and said softly: "Qing'er, I have severed ties with the Luo family for these years. Even if you come to the door, they may not pay attentionOkay, I will be fine!" Luo Polu stepped forward.  He hugged his wife, then picked up the black briefcase and resolutely pushed the door open. Mu Qing's soft sobs came from behind.  He was devastated.  He stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, then went downstairs with his head held high.  Downstairs, the vehicles and people from the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection were waiting.  He didn¡¯t know that if the wheel of fate could not be reversed, there would be a road of no return waiting for him.  ¡­ ¡­ Luo Zhiyuan pushed open his old-fashioned iron lattice security door, and when he heard his mother¡¯s suppressed and miserable cry, he knew that he was still a step too late.  To be precise, on September 11, 1991, his father Luo Polu, who had served as the deputy county magistrate of Chengxian County for just three months, was interviewed by the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, and then never returned, being inexplicably detained.  Tragedy repeats itself again?     No!  !  !  Luo Zhiyuan punched the white wall hard, his eyes filled with strange determination and brightness.  Since this is not an illusory dream, then he has no other choice but to embark on a life path that is completely different from his previous life, fight against fate, and strive to change his destiny.  </p>
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