Rebirth 1990: Guanyun Cross Pass

At two o'clock in the morning, the spacious streets of Beihai City were deserted. The snowflakes on the winter night were flying all over the sky, covering Beihai City with snow. i. Zhang Yan was driving a Mazda and wandered aimlessly. Just a quarter of an hour ago, Telecom

An acquaintance called him. Due to various reasons, the final winner of the telecom 08 system bidding was Fujitsu, but his company lost all its money. Millions of investments ended up being in vain. This became the last thing that broke the camel's back.

straw.

"Hahaha, I'll come back after all the money I spent. I'll get drunk today if I have wine!" Zhang Yan picked up a bottle of wine and drank it. Standing on the top floor of the tallest financial building in Beihai City, Zhang Yan climbed up the guardrail.

A lifelong jump, blending into the boundless darkness...

When Zhang Yan regained consciousness again, his eyes were completely dark. There was a hard wooden bed under him and a thin quilt covering him. The room was filled with a pungent smell of paint. Where is this? Zhang Yan

Yan's mind was in confusion. Didn't he jump down from the building? How could he jump here?

"Yulan, I'm going to Nanjing..." Although the familiar voice sounded more powerful than he remembered, Zhang Yan could still tell that this was his father Zhang Yurong's voice. No, this was his father's voice more than ten years ago.

Sound! Zhang Yan raised his head and saw only a green-painted wooden door. The light outside the house was blocked by a curtain, and only a little dim light came through.

"You can't go. You've done a good job in the Political Research Office. Now that you leave, what will Director Wang think of you? Will you continue to work?"

His mother’s voice was equally young, but the content in her words surprised Zhang Yan. Political Research Office! Its full name is Yinzhou City Policy Research Office, which is a specialized policy research institution of the government.

In Zhang Yan's impression, his father was a top student at Beihai University of Finance and Economics, but he was very unlucky. When he graduated, he went to work in the mountains and countryside. After the Cultural Revolution, he returned to work in the Yinzhou Foreign Trade Bureau. More than a dozen years ago, his father did

I worked in the Political Research Office, but only worked for a few months before returning to my original unit, the Foreign Trade Bureau. After several years of ups and downs, the Foreign Trade Bureau got worse and worse, until it finally closed down. But the Political Research Office became more and more popular.

Things got better and better, and Director Wang Zizi of the Political Research Office was eventually promoted to the permanent deputy mayor of Yinzhou City, in charge of economic work. If his father had not left the Political Research Office, his future as Wang Zizi's secretary would have been bright.

Zhang Yan remembers that he asked his father several times why he left the political research office, but his father was always vague. Only once did his father drink too much and he revealed a little bit. At that time, his father patted his shoulder and smelled of alcohol.

Tianzi said: "You brat, there are many things in this world that are more important than getting promoted and getting rich! Brother, your family must be protected with your life..."

Zhang Yan remembers clearly that because his father was shooting very hard, his right shoulder hurt terribly the next day, and he could only carry his schoolbag on his left shoulder. However, since then, his father has never drank again and stopped smoking.

There was no smile on his face and he was gloomy all day long. Zhang Yan didn't like that kind of father very much.

Maybe now we can figure out the reason why his father left the political research office. Zhang Yan pricked up his ears and listened to the sounds outside.

"Something happened to my elder brother and he was detained. I have to go there right away. As for the work unit, I made an agreement with Director Wang. I have already approved a 10-day holiday. Nothing major will happen...

." Zhang Yan's ears stretched longer and longer, and his body slowly leaned out, fearing that he would miss a word. What his father said was right. In his memory, his father left Zhengyan only after a trip to Nanjing.

room, I didn’t have a good summer vacation either.

There was a gentle knock on the door. It must be that his father left home and went to the train station. Zhang Yan suddenly woke up and gently pushed the door open. At this time, the morning star was hanging in the sky, and as dawn was about to break, he could vaguely see it clearly.

The situation outside. Outside the door is a small yard with a red brick wall. A dozen boxes are placed against the wall. A bunch of fluffy quails are crowded inside. My father is pushing the old 28 bicycle. Behind the car

There was a large travel bag on the seat, and my mother was closing the door.

Zhang Yan hurried over and said to his mother: "Mom, you have to go to work today, so don't see your father off. Anyway, I'm on holiday, so I'll go see him off!" After saying that, Zhang Yan was a little nervous, and he didn't know it.

What would my mother say? Maybe my memory is wrong?

"Okay, let Xiao Shitou send me off. You are very busy too, don't be tired!" Zhang Yurong smiled and touched Zhang Yan's head, waved goodbye to his wife, and the father and son walked side by side to the train station. At this time, the street

There were basically no people on board, and the footsteps of father and son could be heard far away in the quiet morning light.

"Dad, I want to ask you something?"

"What's the matter?"

"Are you no longer working in the political research office?" Zhang Yan glanced at his father from the corner of his eyes, trying to get some clues from it.

Zhang Yurong was shocked and looked at his son in disbelief. At this moment, he even felt that his son was a little too smart. "How do you know?"

Zhang Yan lowered his head and asked: "Dad, do you not want to do it?"

"Don't ask these questions at home." Zhang Yurong ended the conversation a little irritably. He closed his lips tightly and never spoke again. It wasn't until he was near the train station that he told Zhang Yan: "I still have a manuscript in the study.

I forgot to tell your mother when I was in a hurry to leave. Go back and give the manuscript to Director Ma, the old Ma who came to our house during the Spring Festival last year, the fat uncle with the big nose. Do you understand?"

Walking out of the platform, Zhang Yan already understood one thing, that is, his father did not want to leave the Political Research Office, but he still left in the end. This means that Director Wang Zizi must be somewhat dissatisfied with his father, so he asked his father to leave the Political Research Office.

It is a good thing that he has figured out the problem, but Zhang Yan is not sure at all about solving the problem. This is a bad thing.

When I got home, I found that my mother had already gone to work. There were prepared meals on the kitchen table. Zhang Yan also took the bowls and chopsticks to eat. Everything seemed so familiar and there was nothing uncomfortable. After eating, Zhang Yan

Yan pushed open the door of the study room. The study room was only five or six square meters. A somewhat mottled desk and the large bookcase against the wall took up most of the space. On the desk, there was a stack of manuscript papers and manuscripts neatly stacked.

There was a desk calendar pressed on it, and the date on it was July 1, 1990. Zhang Yan took off the desk calendar and read the manuscript carefully.

His father's strong and powerful handwriting immediately came into view: "How long can the red flag of the Soviet Union fly?" Zhang Yan held down the manuscript paper and read it slowly, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. This article by his father was a reflection on the Soviet Union.

The analysis of the situation is very good, and the analysis of the willingness to cause the crisis in the Soviet Union is also very good. However, the conclusion is a bit conservative, believing that the Soviet Union will fall into crisis in the short term and then rise again through a long period of consolidation.

In fact, this also reflects the mentality of the Chinese people. They are not willing to let the Soviet Union be too strong, but they are also unwilling to fall, because once the Soviet Union falls, China, as the last socialist country, will be fully attacked by the United States, and China's

Its strength is far inferior to that of the Soviet Union.

However, Zhang Yan knew that the current situation of the Soviet Union could not get any worse. It would only be half a year before its formal disintegration. The international situation after the disintegration was not what China imagined. The United States turned its attention to

In the Middle East, under the deception of Uncle Sam, Iraq sent troops to annex Kuwait, but in the end they discovered that what was waiting for them was not oil, but overwhelming bombing by the Americans.

Based on the impressions in his memory, Zhang Yan took out a few pieces of manuscript paper and began to write slowly... Although he had a good idea in his mind, it was a bit confusing when he wrote it on the paper. A three-thousand-word article

It took five or six hours to write the article. When he finished writing the last word, Zhang Yan realized that the time was almost half past five, and it was only half an hour before the political research office got off work.

"Uncle, I am Zhang Yurong's son. My dad has some information and forgot to give it to Director Wang. Please let me get it." In front of the gate of the Political Research Office, Zhang Yan begged the old man who was guarding the door.

The old man was wearing an old grass-green military uniform, with a pair of cloudy eyes, and his tall body stood at the door like a mountain. He just said: "No! Only relevant personnel can enter and exit the political research office. You kid can't go in."

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Seeing that it didn't work, Zhang Yan had no choice but to use his last resort, climbing the wall! The Political Research Office was a three-story red brick building, and the outer wall was only as high as one person, so it was not difficult to climb up. Zhang

I walked around the wall to a secluded place. Seeing no one around me, I folded the manuscript and put it in my pocket. Then I spit into the palm of my hand, rubbed it from side to side, took two steps back, and exerted my strength.

I stepped on the wall with my running strength, and then I hugged the edge of the wall hard with my left and right hands. I had already reached the top of the wall. I learned this hand from my grandfather. Once I have practiced it well, I can run to the top of a five or six-meter wall with my bare hands. It is no problem to climb over the wall.

, Zhang Yan's temperament came up, and he couldn't master it after practicing for a month, but it was very easy to climb this small wall.

After climbing down from the wall, Zhang Yan quietly walked into the building against the wall. After being delayed outside for so long, he was probably about to get off work. Thinking of this, Zhang Yan couldn't help but quicken his pace...

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