This Wednesday in late summer in 1991 was an extremely mysterious and erratic day for Luo Zhiyuan.

All morning, he had a strange hallucination about the mouths of his colleagues in the newspaper: he could see other people's mouths moving, but could not hear clearly what others were saying.

I tried my best to listen, and then I felt dizzy, unstable, and wanted to vomit.

So, he could only interrupt others with a stiff smile: "I'm sorry, I feel a little dizzy, I don't want to talk now, sorry."

Perhaps he was assigned to work at Anbei Daily for only two months after graduation, but everyone in the newspaper knew that he was a polite, studious and motivated young man, so no one cared about his occasional rudeness and embarrassment.

After walking along the somewhat gloomy and damp corridor, he walked more than ten meters into his office. Luo Zhiyuan went straight to the back of his desk and sat on the faded wooden chair with a red painted painted mat cushion, feeling relieved.

He hesitated to grab a small mirror with feet placed on the desk, and carefully looked at himself in front of him--the pretty handsome face, but he was so young that he was a little scared--he slowly turned his head to look at the desk calendar on one side.

The old-fashioned and simple calendar, dictionary-sized, thick book-shaped pages, is rare in later generations. However, what really shocked him was the black numbers from September 11, 1991!

He sat there in distracted consciousness, his expression suddenly became dull, and he became more exciting.

His brain cannot be short-circuited.

The moment before, he was sitting on the rostrum of the central auditorium of a county, Deputy Minister Xue of the Municipal Party Committee Organization Department announced on behalf of the Municipal Party Committee that he would nominate him as the candidate for deputy county magistrate; and the moment later, he was walking on the dilapidated and aging office building of Anbei Daily in the early 1990s, passing by were faces that had long faded from memory.

Although he was only a deputy county level at the seventh rank, he had a very difficult time. Luo Zhiyuan suffered most of his life, and the hardships and sourness were really not worthy of being told by outsiders.

When he had been polished for 20 years, he finally showed his strength when he was in the operation and was lucky enough to take up the position of deputy county-level leader. Unexpectedly, he had such a strange misunderstanding - he didn't taste the taste of deputy county magistrate, and he was reborn from the origin of his career... Isn't this a life-threatening person?!

Male Gobi! Hell!

Luo Zhiyuan wanted to curse himself, but in fact, he actually cursed, and his voice was quite loud.

Two other senior journalists in the same office, Lao Huang and Lao Song looked up in shock and asked almost in unison: "Xiao Luo, what are you doing? Are you fucked?"

Luo Zhiyuan was shocked, calmed down, and said with a smile on his face: "Director Song, Teacher Huang, I have a headache, a little irritable, I'm embarrassed to speak loudly!"

Old Huang shook his head, tapped the table with his fingers, and continued to bury his head to read his manuscript.

Old Song laughed and pointed at him: "Xiao Luo, the pager is ringing."

Luo Zhiyuan subconsciously touched his waist, and the Hanxian pager that was not on his waist was still vibrating. Motorola's big Hanxian was considered an extremely fashionable information electronic product at that time, and it was expensive.

He slowly took it down and looked at it. It was a short message: buddy, call back quickly-5623481.

Luo Zhiyuan put the pager's display screen in front of him and looked at it seriously.

Several Arabic numerals jumped like joy, and various arrangements and combinations became clearer and clearer. There was a bang in his mind, and various memories and information were rolled back like a tide.

It took him half an hour to wake up slowly.

The sun was shining outside the window. On the old locust tree, on a branch that leaned over, two or three gray sparrows chirped and flew away again, trampling on the green branches.

This time, it was 22 years ago.

His father Luo Polu is still the deputy county magistrate of Cheng County, his mother Mu Qing is also an ordinary cadre of the Municipal Education Bureau, and he is still the young, vigorous and confident young reporter... His family is rich and well-off, his situation is bright, and his future is bright.

But he couldn't be happy at all, his eyes were full of gloom and his heart was irritated.

It was clearly at this moment that my father was implicated in the case of Zheng Pingshan, deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, and was under the supervision of the Discipline Inspection Commission. Immediately, my mother went to the capital to petition but failed and died in a car accident.

Soon, Zheng Pingshan was sent to prison. Although Luo Polu was released because he had no evidence of accepting bribes, he was also removed from public office and went to the administrative department of the county traditional Chinese medicine hospital to work as an ordinary staff member.

His career was disillusioned and inexplicably wronged. In addition, his beloved wife died early, which caused a great blow to Luo Polu. He suffered from severe depression and committed suicide by taking poison six months later.

A wealthy middle-class family who was originally happy and happy was destroyed, and Luo Zhiyuan's life was thus covered with a dark shadow.

Fortunately, Luo Zhiyuan did not give up on himself. After his parents died, he stayed in the newspaper office for two years. By chance, he changed his career and entered the agency. He worked hard in a clear yamen, and finally managed to see the moon clear.

Wait, what day is today?

Luo Zhiyuan's face suddenly changed and he looked at the calendar again: Ah, September 11th!

He jumped up suddenly, his face turned pale, and rushed out the door frantically.

The door was slammed and Lao Song frowned and said in a deep voice: "What kind of crazy did this kid have? What are you going out during working hours? Don't you know if you want leave?"

Lao Song is the department director and is a little dissatisfied with Luo Zhiyuan running away without asking for leave.

Old Huang laughed and made a smooth move: "Director Song, maybe Xiao Luo has something urgent to do. Just wait for him to come back to make up for a fake note! Anyway, I haven't been busy these two days, so the leader will just turn a blind eye!"

Old Song snorted and stopped talking.

...

The First Family Court of Anbei Municipal Government, Building 12, Luo Family.

Luo Polu took a shower and changed into clean clothes. He still had a short-sleeved white shirt, black trousers, and his leather shoes were shiny and spotless. Both the shirts and trousers were ironed straight without any wrinkles.

Mu Qing stood there with sad and lonely eyes, helping her husband tidy up his briefcase.

Luo Polu has this kind of temperament. No matter when - even if the crisis of being imprisoned is imminent, he is still calm and will not ignore his clothes and manners.

This is not pretentious, but a kind of innate education in the bones and bloodlines, a kind of arrogance and elegance that is difficult to describe in words. Perhaps only his wife Mu Qing can understand it.

"Polu, do you have to go?" Mu Qing said sadly.

"Qing'er, the Commission for Discipline Inspection is asking for a conversation. How can I not go? Can I still escape if I don't go? Where can I escape? So, what should I do? I can't do such a thing! Besides, I have a clear conscience, what are I afraid of?!" Luo Polu raised his head and smiled bitterly, looking at his beloved wife.

"Why did Zheng Pingshan get into your head if something happened to Zheng Pingshan? Although you are the cadres promoted by Zheng Pingshan, they are them, and we are us. We have to force you to put shit on your head, which is too bullying." Mu Qing waved his arms angrily.

She is a woman with a calm personality and rarely shows up when she is angry.

"Qing'er, they did not snatch the shit on my head, but instead coerced me to participate in the frame-up of Secretary Zheng. But I, Luo Polu, are not such an ungrateful villain. I would rather not be this deputy county magistrate than to speak ignorant words and do ignorant things against my conscience!" Luo Polu said with a conviction and said with a sigh.

"Qing'er, don't worry. I believe Secretary Zheng is innocent. By the same token, I, Luo, are open and upright, and are not afraid of rumors and false accusations. Let the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection investigate, everything will be found out..." Luo Polu concealed the dimness in his eyes, "Qing'er, take good care of Zhiyuan and wait for me to come back with peace of mind!"

"Polu, why don't I go to the capital to beg..."

Before Mu Qing finished speaking, he was interrupted by Luo Polu irritably and rudely: "No! I don't ask them! We have survived the difficult years of the past, let alone now!"

Seeing that his wife was sad and unable to control herself, Luo Polu felt soft and slowed down and said softly: "Qing'er, I have been severing relations with the Luo family for many years. Even if you come to the door, people may not pay attention to it... Okay, I will be fine!"

Luo Polu went up to hug his wife, then picked up the black briefcase, pushed the door open and left. Mu Qing's soft sob came from behind.

He was sad and stood at the door and swayed for a moment, but then he went downstairs with his head held high and his chest held high. Downstairs, the cars and people from the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection were waiting.

He did not know that if the wheel of fate could not be reversed, what awaited him would be a road of no return when he left.

...

Luo Zhiyuan pushed open his old-fashioned iron lattice security door. When he heard his mother's suppressed and sad cry, he knew that he was still one step late.

To be precise, on September 11, 1991, Luo Polu, his father, who had just been the deputy county magistrate of Cheng County for three months, was asked by the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection to talk, and then he never returned and was inexplicably regulated.

The tragedy happened again?

No!!!

Luo Zhiyuan punched the white wall with a fierce punch, and a strange sense of firmness and light shone in his eyes.
Chapter completed!