Rebirth 1990: Guanyun Cross Pass

Very early the next day, Zhang Yurong came to the political research office early. Nothing changed from ten days ago. The only difference was that there was a thin layer of dust on his desk. After wiping the dust off, Zhang Yurong began to tidy up his desk.

In terms of thinking, the Political Research Office is a bit like the Yushitai of the Qing Dynasty. Although the rank is quite high, the benefits are pitiful. It is a Qingshui Yamen, but the work is quite leisurely, just publishing some theoretical research on policies. Of course, this does not mean that

The Political Research Office just doesn’t have the opportunity. If an article is well written and the problem analysis is clear, what problems you may face, what difficulties you encounter, and how to solve it, it will be included in the internal reference

Inside, if you happen to be seen by the senior executive, you will be in trouble all the way, and there will be a few such lucky people every year.

However, there are only a few among hundreds of thousands. This probability is even lower than that of the lottery. Zhang Yurong does not expect to rely on this to get to the top. He is now Ma Zizi’s secretary. Although Ma Zizi is just the head of a yamen now, there are people behind him, I

He once held the position of minister of a certain ministry. If it had not been delayed by the Cultural Revolution, Ma Ziyi would have been a municipal leader by now.

Although Lao Ma came out late and retired a few years ago, the path for China Ma has been paved. Once his term is over in two years, he will be sent to the Provincial Party School for further study. When he comes out two years later,

He was directly assigned to the subordinate county as deputy secretary of the county committee and acting county magistrate. After five years of gold plating, he was promoted to deputy city level.

If Lao Ma comes out early or retreats late, it will not be difficult for Ma Zi to get a sub-provincial or main city level. But if Lao Ma fails to get in, Ma Zi will have to stay at the sub-city level.

Now, Zhang Yurong thought, by then he would probably be the head of the Qingshui Yamen. When he reaches his forties, sometimes he feels that life is meaningless, because all the roads are clearly laid out in front of him, and everything is...

It's always the same, so it's extremely boring.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then a man walked in from the outside. He was wearing a big mask on his face and a long-sleeved shirt. He was getting steamy just looking at it on a hot day. "Xiao Zhang, you are back. Why are you here so early today?"

Zhang Yurong was a little dazed. The figure and voice looked like Director Ma, but the mask was a bit unclear. He asked tentatively: "Director Ma?"

"What the hell, Director Ma, call me Lao Ma!" Ma took off the mask on his own, took a long breath, and said: "I've been holding myself back these past few days. I have to wear a mask wherever I go for fear of being scared.

Man, it’s a good thing you’re back, otherwise I wouldn’t have anywhere to stay.”

Zhang Yurong took a look. Although he had heard his wife talk about this before, he was still shocked by Ma Ziyi's tragic situation: "Director Ma, you didn't create a plot by a class enemy."

"In the final analysis, it's not because of you. By the way, your son is good at playing Go. There happened to be a municipal Go competition held in the city, so I submitted his name. You have no objection." Ma Zibing said angrily.

, at this time, there happened to be a horn sounding downstairs, Ma Zizi suddenly became nervous, stretched his head to the window and took a look, his expression immediately changed, he put on the mask, turned over and closed the door.

"Director Ma, what are you doing?" Zhang Yurong looked at Ma Zibing, feeling very strange.

"Let me tell you, didn't you give me a manuscript before I left? I thought it was good and sent it out." Ma Zibing's voice came out through the mask, which was a bit unclear. Zhang Yurong wondered in his mind that he had never written any manuscripts.

, and I was afraid that I heard wrongly, so I had to continue listening.

"Then this manuscript got into trouble. I burned my mouth while reading the manuscript..."

Zhang Yurong really doesn't understand how his mouth burned when he read the manuscript. Could it be that he went to Nanjing once and his IQ dropped?

"The most troublesome thing is that this article was sent to Internal Reference, but someone took notice of it. It was published on the front page of the provincial newspaper. It was published in full on three large pages. As a result, a lot of reporters came to interview..." At this time, the corridor said

He remembered the sounds of footsteps and the woman's coquettish voice: "Don't squeeze, my breasts are about to come out." Ma shrank his neck on his own, and looked at each other with Zhang Yurong, not daring to speak.

"This is a good thing. Director Ma, please explain it to him. Once it is publicized in newspapers and TV, it will be a great political achievement. Not to mention the county magistrate, it may also be the mayor." When the crowd passed, the corridor became clear.

, Zhang Yurong now knew the origin of the matter. Since it was a good thing, he didn't have to worry so much, and his tone became much more relaxed.

"What's so good? I've only read a rough outline of your article. I can't even answer their questions. Aren't you putting me on the fire? Otherwise, how could I wear a mask? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Do you want to breed people?"

Zhang Yurong smiled: "Director Ma, please bring my manuscript over and let me see what's going on. Director Ma, you have so many things to do, so naturally you can't take care of so much in a small place."

"Small place?" Ma Ziyi's face suddenly elongated. He took out a stack of crumpled manuscript paper from his arms and handed it to Zhang Yurong: "Please, brother, if you write about such a small place in the future, you should be careful."

You should say hello to me first so that I can be mentally prepared."

Zhang Yurong took the manuscript and only glanced at it before his eyebrows jumped. The water-soaked manuscript was a little blurry and the handwriting was hidden in the water stains. It looked a bit strange and soft, and it didn't look like his own handwriting.

Next, Zhang Yurong read each article one by one. The writing style was very similar to his own, but it was just very similar. Zhang Yurong could tell the difference. The argument of this article was so radical that Zhang Yurong could feel it.

Different from my own manuscript, although more than ten days have passed, this point is unmistakable.

When Zhang Yurong finished reading, there were beads of sweat on his forehead. Ma Zizi looked at him nervously. Zhang Yurong looked back at him, stuffed the manuscript into his arms, stood up and hurriedly looked for it in his cabinet.

This time it was Ma Ziqing's turn who couldn't understand. He grabbed Zhang Yurong's arm and asked, "What are you doing? Have you thought about how to deal with the reporters outside?"

"There is no other way." Zhang Yurong's voice became a little choked. When he turned around, Ma Zibing realized why this happened. Zhang Yurong also wore a big mask on his face.

"How could you..." Ma Ziyi was shocked. He originally thought that Zhang Yurong would be able to get out of the predicament by turning around, but now it seems that is not the case at all. Maybe it was because the voice was a little louder, and the footsteps in the corridor outside were all coming here.

After a while, someone knocked on the door: "Is Director Ma here? I'm from Shengjing Daily. I want to ask you a few questions." There was a loud banging on the door for a while. It's a pity that this door is old and weak.

I couldn't bear such rough treatment, it made a creaking sound, and it looked like the building was about to collapse.

Zhang Yurong was wearing a large mask and began to calculate in her mind. This manuscript was probably not written by herself. The most likely person was Zhang Yan. However, the handwriting is not very similar. Although it is not as good as his own stylus pen strokes of twenty years, it is still round.

Zhuan Ruyi, hiding the edge inside, would not have come out without ten years and eight years of hard work. Moreover, the content is so radical, it does not look like it was written by a junior high school student. Zhang Yurong's mind was full of questions and he could not find the answer to the question.

With a bang, the door finally failed to block the pressure of the people outside. The door latch suddenly flew away, and more than a dozen reporters-like people rushed in. The microphone was directly put under Ma Qingqing's mouth. Among them was a woman wearing glasses.

The reporter shouted loudly: "Director Ma, please share your judgment on the future situation of the Soviet Union."

Ma Ziyi saw sweat on his face. He took off his mask and coughed a few times. He pointed at Zhang Yurong and said hoarsely: "My voice has been bad these days. If you have any questions, you can ask Comrade Zhang Yurong. His research on Soviet issues does not belong to me."

under."

With a shout, all the microphones were pointed at Zhang Yurong again. Looking at the microphones buzzing in unison, Zhang Yurong helplessly began to answer the female reporter's question: "As for the future of the Soviet Union, I think it can be described in a few words: 'old, big, difficult'

',Oldness is..."

Zhang Yan also felt like he was being interrogated at this moment. After dinner in the morning, he was going to Liu Mingjie's house to ask about the weather. The main thing was to get closer to the squad leader. Although the squad leader left angrily in the end

, but Zhang Yan could feel that the squad leader's attitude towards him had changed a little ambiguously. What Zhang Yan had to do was to let this ambiguous seed take root and sprout little by little, until it finally grew into a towering tree, blossomed and bore fruit...

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But now….

On the green grassy playground, sparrows were chirping and making noise. The two rusty goals looked like robbed crooked-neck trees. There were glass stones everywhere on the playground. Occasionally, a hole as thick as a finger could be seen on the left side.

The teaching building also seemed to have been ransacked by bandits. The windows of the teachers on the third floor were all broken. They were swaying in the wind with abandonment. Uncle Zhang Yuli said breathtaking words with a relaxed face: "How about you adopt me as my son, and then I will take you abroad?"

good?"

"No!" Zhang Yan walked along the runway line with small steps, his face as fierce as a warrior on the execution ground. Why is it different from his previous acting method? In the past, when my uncle came to his home, he would drink all day long. Right

I didn't even look at it. It wasn't until I got on the plane that I told myself earnestly: "Don't play all the time. Learning more is the most important thing." Then he thought about selling quails for 5,000 yuan and doing well in the exam. Zhang Yan

I feel like many things can no longer rely on impressions.

"Oh, what do you want to do in the future? What do you want to do in the three years of high school?" Zhang Yuli was not angry after being rejected by his nephew, but changed the topic. The light in his eyes was worth pondering. Zhang Yan had seen himself before

Our big yellow cat catches a hedgehog, and the hedgehogs form a circle. At that time, the big yellow cat’s eyes are not much different from those of his uncle.

Then Zhang Yan's hair stood up. He felt that he was not much different from that hedgehog. At the same time, Zhang Yan also painfully felt that both his uncle and his father regarded him as a young man with weak light, rather than a human being.

He is a social elite in his thirties. What is even more sad is that this idea is not wrong. The one who is wrong is Zhang Yan. Why should he be reborn when he has nothing to do? Thinking of this, Zhang Yan can't lift his head:

"study hard, improve every day!"

"Is this what you really think?" Zhang Yuli smiled, making Zhang Yan a little uncomfortable.

"Yes, what else can we do?" Zhang Yan kicked the stones impatiently, wanting to end the conversation as soon as possible.

"Do you really think so?"

"………"I will endure!

"You let me down!"

"..." I can't bear it anymore

"You didn't speak your mind!"

'I have my own ideas, why should I tell you? You are not my father. Even if he is my father, he has no right to interfere with my affairs.' Zhang Yan's anger finally broke out, he turned his face and shouted at the teaching building.

Said: "I want Liu Mingjie to be my girlfriend, and then I will love and protect her for the rest of my life!"

The voice echoed in the empty teaching building, rising with the same loud voice:

"Liu Mingjie" "girlfriend" "love and protect her forever."

After finishing this voice, Zhang Yan felt suddenly happy. The stagnation that had been accumulating in his chest disappeared, and he became much lighter. A big hand patted his shoulder, and the uncle's words came from behind, and he felt warm.

With hope: "My child, this puts me at ease. A man can fail and shed tears, but he cannot have worries. If you want to be a successful person, you must do it bravely according to your own will, no matter what difficulties you encounter."

Just hold on, and you will find that success is actually very close to you."

Only then did Zhang Yan understand his uncle's painstaking efforts. He felt grateful and wanted to turn around and thank him. Suddenly his body trembled and his eyes suddenly stared at the boss. In his sight, a man wearing a black and white floral dress

The girl walked out of the door of the teaching building, with a rather excited look on her face, and slowly walked towards her step by step.