Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Chapter 1 A Gentle Knife()

Wang Zijun was sitting in the luxurious living room, listening to the two women nagging about their parents' family affairs. Although he did not raise his head, he could be sensitive to the disdainful glances cast towards him from time to time.

"Dongdong, give your second uncle some water. Your father's top-quality Longjing is produced by the West Lake. Your second uncle has not been able to drink this fine tea in recent years!" This woman is usually pampered, and even

He spoke softly, but the disdain in his polite words was obvious.

Looking at the cup of warm water in front of him that was almost no longer brown, Wang Zijun clenched his hands tightly and tried hard to control his inner emotions.

Although he has passed his forties, the trace of arrogance in his heart has not been completely wiped out by the wind and frost of the years. He is so upset that he wants to stand up and leave immediately, but his reason still reminds him: How can people be under the eaves of the house?

Why don't you bow your head? You have to endure it, you are here to ask for help! Thinking of this, the trace of resentment in my heart immediately disappeared without a trace.

If it was just for himself, Wang Zijun would not come anyway, but for the sake of his precious son, he had no choice but to do it. Maybe if he lowers his head, his son will have a way out.

"Dad, my classmates are all at work, when will you..."

Thinking about his son's face full of expectation, he couldn't refuse, he couldn't be indifferent, he was willing to let his son regard him as a tree and plant him at the critical moment of his life. Therefore, after thinking about it,

, then I stepped into the home of my cousin whom I had not interacted with for almost twenty years.

"when……"

A rhythmic ringing of the bell made Wang Zijun, who was already a little uneasy, look dejected. Although he was unwilling to miss again, he also knew that it was time for him to leave wisely. He could no longer remember that this was the tenth time.

I've been here several times. Even if my cousin is busy with everything, it won't be so difficult to even meet him, right?

"Second brother, don't be too troublesome. Just stay a little longer. Maybe Zihua will come back soon." There is no sincerity in the politeness. Although it is to welcome guests, in people's ears, it sounds more like driving away.

Ugly.

Walking out of the magnificent villa with a depressed mood, Wang Zijun felt dizzy. The bright street lights made Wang Zijun's thin figure look so lonely!

"squeak!"

The harsh sound of brakes sounded from behind Wang Zijun. Along with the harsh sound of brakes, a young man's head poked out of the car window: "Are you blind or deaf? You want to die!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wang Zijun looked at the bright car lights and apologized repeatedly.

And the moment he turned around, the face of a middle-aged man flashed before his eyes! Even though he hadn't seen him for many years, Wang Zijun recognized him at a glance: This man was the Wang Zihua he was looking for!

Looking at the well-dressed Zihua in the car, and then thinking about himself in a miserable state outside the car, the huge gap made Wang Zijun groan for a long time, not knowing how to speak.

The person sitting in the car did not glance at Wang Zijun at all, but said lightly: "Xiaoyun, be more careful when driving in the future, let's go!"

"Yes, mayor!" the driver agreed and rolled up the window.

"Zihua, I'm Zijun!" Wang Zijun, who had been holding back for a long time, just uttered a sentence. The moment the words were spoken, his heart suddenly felt relaxed.

Hearing this shout, the rear window slowly rolled down again, and the majestic middle-aged man glanced at Wang Zijun, his eyes were cold and piercing, and there seemed to be a look of disgust.

"What's the matter with you? Tell me quickly." The middle-aged man, who had no intention of getting out of the car, waved his hand impatiently and asked coldly.

"Zihua, your nephew has graduated. He..."

"Okay, I know this. You don't need to say anything. I'll make arrangements in a while. Don't come to me again if you have nothing to do!" As the middle-aged man spoke, he quickly rolled up the car window.

At the moment the car window closed, the middle-aged man's voice came over clearly: "Huh, Prince, aren't you very noble? Don't you regard your official position as dirt? What happened today? Fuck you.

You came to me only after somersaulting!"

Looking at the car driving away, Wang Zijun didn't know whether he was happy or sad. What was happy was that his son's problem was finally solved. What was sad was that he felt a sense of depression boiling in his heart and didn't know how to leave.

He stumbled into a tavern.

Sitting down in front of a clean table, Wang Zijun could clearly see the furnishings in the room. Several people who looked like migrant workers at the next table were eating hot pot. The tongue of fire was licking the bottom of the pot, and the thick soup was simmering in the pot.

The soup overflowed and fell down from the belly of the clay pot, causing the fire to hiss. Several people blushed and were sweating profusely from eating. They raised their glasses and drank freely, shouting in unison: "Eat, eat!"

It seemed that at that moment, Wang Zijun felt that there was an aura as friendly as earth in this simple but clean tavern. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and opened his mouth to order a bottle of low-quality liquor and a portion of water.

Boiled peanuts, wine and vegetables, it seemed like everything was there! I picked up the wine cup, raised my neck to dry it, and felt the heat burning in my heart, tears sparkling in my heart, and I felt much better.

I don’t know how I came out of the tavern in the end. Anyway, Wang Zijun felt that every pore in his body was so comfortable. Although he had lost face, at least his son’s job was settled. Think about this,

It's all worth it!

The continuous drizzle, the shaking street scene, the sound of cars, the screams, the knocked-out bicycle, the handbag flipped in the middle of the road, the blood-stained road surface. The body seemed to be much lighter at this moment, as if it were floating.

Like flying...

Wang Zijun's head hurt so much that it almost exploded. He couldn't open his eyes at all. Maybe it was the calls in his ears that moved him. Maybe it was because there were still many unfulfilled wishes that had not been realized. He didn't want to die, and he couldn't.

Death. So, he struggled on the line of death, tearing up with himself in his dream. After the tearing, the result was that he came back to life!

"Secretary Wang, wake up quickly, Secretary Wang..."

Secretary Wang, who are you calling? With difficulty, Wang Zijun opened his heavy eyelids and saw an unclear face, leaning over him, calling one after another.

"Secretary Wang...Secretary Wang..."

This woman doesn't seem to be his wife, so who is she? Why did she come here and call herself Secretary Wang in a high voice and a low voice!

Thinking of the three words "Secretary Wang", Wang Zijun felt an unspeakable sadness in his heart. Back then, someone did call her that, but now, more than 20 years later, things have changed. She calls herself that,

Could it be that he is an old colleague from more than 20 years ago?

The light in front of him gradually brightened, and Wang Zijun finally saw clearly the appearance of the woman in front of him. The woman was wearing a dress with a white cashmere jacket over the skirt. Although she was naked, she still looked radiant. However, this

Zhang's charming face was filled with panic and confusion.

Why does this woman look so familiar? Looking at this familiar face, the heart-failed Wang Zijun pondered for a while, and his groggy head suddenly came to his senses.

"Du Xiaoman! Isn't this Du Xiaoman!" Thinking of this woman who he had hated for many years, Wang Zijun got a burst of strength from nowhere and raised his head fiercely.

As the distance got closer, Du Xiaoman's face became more and more clear in Wang Zijun's eyes.

How is it possible that Du Xiaoman is in her twenties? How is it possible that Du Xiaoman is only in her twenties? She was about the same age as me back then, but now she should be at least...

At the moment when Wang Zijun was full of doubts, Du Xiaoman, who was choking and out of breath, was startled at first, and then burst into tears and laughed: "Secretary Wang, are you awake? Thank God, you finally woke up.

!”

Looking at Du Xiaoman with pear blossoms and rain, Wang Zijun felt that everything in front of him was so familiar. The memories of more than 20 years ago were suddenly activated and enlarged, and all the details were revealed before his eyes!

In doubt, Wang Zijun turned around and looked around, and was shocked to find that he was actually in a car. Moreover, Wang Zijun was extremely familiar with this car!

This was the only jeep in Xihezi Township at that time. The moment this idea appeared in Zijun's mind, Wang Zijun felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of thunder and lightning!

"Secretary Wang, it's fine that you're fine, but it scared me to death. A frightened cow jumped out of nowhere..." Seeing Wang Zijun wake up, Du Xiaoman was so aggrieved that his eyes filled with tears, and he wanted to please him.

It seemed that he was scolding the culprit who caused Wang Zijun to hit the tree with his car.

Familiar cars, familiar people, and this familiar scene, the same disaster that happened more than twenty years ago appeared in Wang Zijun's mind again.

I can't be dreaming, why am I back in this car? The scene that happened in this car twenty years ago was the most painful moment in his life, and it was shattered so heavily

His life was ruined. A heart-piercing feeling tightened around him like a rope, and the pain of more than twenty years surged as if he was about to vomit...

It was back to the past again. Thinking of this, Wang Zijun couldn't help but shuddered all over. Looking at the desolate world through the car window, Wang Zijun was stunned for a while!

Just when Wang Zijun was in a daze, Du Xiaoman suddenly exclaimed: "Secretary Wang, look, the police station car is coming, as long as someone comes, it will be easy!"

"Police station car", these five words are like a boning knife, whizzing over to cut people, gouging out Wang Zijun's heart, and then starting to pierce his limbs and bones, like

It is to chop his bones into pieces one by one from the inside out in a lively manner!

The past surged forward, colliding with his memory. Looking at the speeding police car, Wang Zijun felt that it was carrying the scourge and disaster that would kill him. He stayed away from it.

, the disaster still followed him like a shadow!

In his previous life, when he was driving with Du Xiaoman from the Party and Government Office, when an accident happened, this car came over. At that time, he thought he had met his savior. Unexpectedly, the director of the police station dropped a shit basin on his head.

It must be said that he and Du Xiaoman had an improper relationship in the car. To use a popular saying nowadays, it is like playing with the car. The noise was too loud, and he got carried away and the car overturned. Not only did he not send himself to the hospital, but he also

He detained it himself.

At that time, the naive Wang Zijun thought that the truth would be revealed to the world sooner or later. However, to his great surprise, the next day, everything changed!

Du Xiaoman, the girl who had suffered an unjust injustice, quickly admitted that she had had an improper relationship with him. This was not the first time she had had an affair with him.

This confession was tantamount to stabbing Wang Zijun in the back, and the evidence was irrefutable. Wang Zijun was stunned by the girl's gentle stab! What a vicious and fatal stab, this stab almost made him

Being put to death, was it driven by interests or hatred? The reasons are no longer important, what matters is the results.

A month later, because the girl explained their relationship as mutual love, Wang Zijun was only punished once. However, Wang Zijun was still embarrassed by all kinds of rumors and was surrounded by enemies. After a serious illness, he

Like a big tree in its prime, it was hit by a sudden frost and snow, leaving only some dead branches and leaves, and its expression and spirit were not as good as before.

The direct consequence of this love affair was that from then on, Wang Zijun was depressed and depressed all day long. He lost confidence in his official career. Regardless of the opposition of his family, he resolutely resigned from all his positions and ran to a remote place without hesitation.

He worked as a teacher in a small village all his life.

Although many years have passed since this incident occurred in that world, and the once sensational Wang Zijun was like a piece of sugar cane residue, chewed over and over again with relish by people, and has long since faded out of sight, but more than twenty years have passed.

, every time he dreamed about it at midnight, every time he thought about it, he would wake up in the middle of the night, with a heart-piercing pain that he could never let go of!

It hurts! It really hurts, like a poisonous snake spitting out its core, constantly devouring his heart, devouring his lungs, devouring...

After being reborn, future development will once again follow the same trajectory as before. But God has given me another chance. Do I still want to follow the trajectory that I can't bear to look back on?

No, I can't! I absolutely can't make the same mistakes again. I don't want to be the loser who fled back then! A conspiracy has disturbed his life trajectory beyond recognition. He is unwilling, even dare not, to look back. Over the years, he has

The road we have walked along has been so desolate and tragic! I think back when I made the decision to resign, I brought a determination to die!

Thinking of this, Wang Zijun felt a layer of hatred in his heart, filling the air like a mist, and his chest seemed to be on fire, burning his internal organs. He seemed to smell the smell of his own flesh being burnt, and smell the surge of blood.

The smell that goes up his throat is the smell of the thorns strewn by fate that prick his feet. Since God has given me another chance, I, the prince, must go on vigorously no matter what. I am not the target of your vicious methods.

Sacrifice, I want to prove to you that now, you are the grandson and I am the master!

Wang Zijun suddenly felt that his throat was salty, and the blood that had been suppressed for too long was boiling at that moment, and he tried bravely to rush out. "Wait, either the fish will die, or the net will break!" Although the voice seemed calm,

But it stirred his eardrums and soul sonorously!

Wang Zijun, whose blood was boiling, pushed the car door fiercely, and the speeding police car stopped with a squeak...