"On a certain day of a certain month and a certain month of the Dongyuan year, I found out that Director Chen was back! No, now it should be Secretary Chen of the Provincial Party Committee! Seeing this news, I was overjoyed to the General Office of the Provincial Party Committee. But soon, after waiting in the reception room of the General Office of the Provincial Party Committee for three hours, my excitement was completely exhausted..."

Cheng Jiemin couldn't help laughing when he looked at the last page of the thick diary. This diary is really incredible. Director Chen became the leader of the provincial party committee and was transferred from another place. Is this possible? What surprised Cheng Jiemin even more was that the date on the last page of the diary was actually today twenty years later!

Cheng Jiemin was puzzled and turned it over again. When he was halfway through, the smile on his face began to solidify. Because the handwriting on the diary was carved from the same mold as him. No, the more you look back, the more vigorous and powerful it became. A huge fault appeared in Cheng Jiemin's mind, as if it was a short circuit in an instant. Instinctively looked around, and suddenly felt something strange in the room, with inexplicable gushing of cold wind and cold sweats began to appear on his back. Which hero-promoting ghost is kidding me?

Cheng Jiemin shivered for a moment, then turned the diary to the first page. He saw it on it: On a certain day of a certain month and a certain day, it rained heavily. The department decided to send a speech to the candidates for cadres. Pang Xiaoguang came to inform me. How could I go to such a slaughter? As Director Chen’s secretary, I am very good in the department. What are I involved with them?

Looking at the moonlit night sky outside the window, Cheng Jiemin felt funny. It was already the twelfth lunar month. He had seen the weather forecast and it was sunny tomorrow and the next two days. Although there were activities of dispatched cadres going to the countryside, the time for the speech was set for next Wednesday. How could it be tomorrow? Thinking of this, Cheng Jiemin turned two pages casually and saw that it read: Director Chen was transferred to the executive vice mayor of a city in Ximo Province and took office immediately. Before leaving, he told me to work hard and continue to pay attention to my growth in the future. He was quite moved, but the attitudes towards me began to be different.

This passage is even more nonsense. It has been less than half a year since Director Chen came to the hall, so how could he be transferred? And at the last team meeting, Director Chen also made a lot of suggestions to the director, and the attitude was clearly to want to do a big fight.

As his direct leader, if Director Chen was leaving, how could there be no news in advance? Cheng Jiemin, who was disdainful, closed the diary that had been swept out from under the bookcase during cleaning and threw it aside.

Lying on the bed, Cheng Jiemin started to take stock of his work today as usual. This is what his counselor said to him when he graduated from college: I examine myself three times a day. This method is indeed good, you can summarize experience and learn lessons.

If it were the past, Cheng Jiemin would have fallen asleep before halfway, but today, his mind was full of straight words and he could not adapt to it. All he thought about was the contents of the black diary.

Although Cheng Jiemin believed that this diary was a prank by someone, the handwriting and the content related to him recorded on it were still lingering in his mind. This diary was clearly written in his own tone.

According to the records in the diary, the boss he served was Chen Bingnan, the executive deputy director of the Department of Water Resources. Three days later, he will be transferred to a neighboring province. The one who will take over him will be Zhao Huazhong, the deputy director who is the most wrong with him. Chen Bingnan's secretary will be transferred from the office to the veteran cadre, and since then he began his bench career.

This is really a process of purgatory of mind. During this life, my existence in the hall has become more transparent, especially after Zhao Huazhong became the director of the Water Resources Department, this situation has become particularly serious. Although Zhao Huazhong smiled and called himself Xiao Cheng when he saw him.

When he finished reading the diary, Cheng Jiemin didn't agree, but now, all he was thinking about was the content on it: One day, Qing, Xiao Wu, who came to the office, was assigned a house with two bedrooms and one living room. Although the house was old, he still moved away happily. In terms of qualifications, I was older than Xiao Wu, and it was a bit unfair to give him a house without mine. However, I was still very happy. Because when Xiao Wu left, his dormitory was empty.

After all, Xiao Wu is a kind child. I have agreed with him that my mother who came from the countryside to help me see the child stay for a while. But just as I happily cleaned the house and bought a second-hand steel wire bed and put it in it, Pang Xiaoguang, deputy director of the General Affairs Office, came with someone, and asked Xiao Wu to lift my bed out with a cold face, and unceremoniously got a new lock and replaced it.

Seeing Pang Xiaoguang's arrogant look, I was extremely angry. I really wanted to pounce on him and shave him a few times. He rolled all over the ground and begged for mercy. However, seeing Xiao Wu standing beside him nervous, I still held back this breath.

I have been in the officialdom for the past two years, and I have become inertial when I hunched my back. I don’t care, but I can’t implicate Xiao Wu, who is kind to help me. At night, I watched my mother sleep on the mat spread on the floor, and my heart was cut. My mother is old and should have enjoyed her happiness with her son, but she didn’t expect that she would still sleep on the ground in her sixties or seventies. Although the old man said that the mats spread on the floor were softer than the bed in my hometown, I know that my mother comforted me. She really felt ashamed of being a son!

...My father's cough became worse and worse. His coughing sounded from time to time in the hospital corridor. I had been in the hospital for several days and was still lying in the hospital corridor. I felt a little sore.

When I went to the restaurant to get food, I happened to meet Xiao Wu. He told me that Pang Xiaoguang's wife had sprained her leg and was living in the hospital. Looking at what he was holding, I knew he was looking at Pang Xiaoguang's wife.

As I watched Xiao Wu walk into the clean and bright high-ranking official building, I felt a little nervous. My father's illness was severe, but as my son, I could only let him live in the corridor of the hospital. Although I had a shameless look for the leaders of the hospital many times, the answer I got was always nervous in the hospital bed. Pang Xiaoguang's wife just sprained her leg and was admitted to the bright high-ranking official ward. It was probably a minor illness to take care of her!

...My wife returned from her classmate's wedding and her face was a little pale. At the wedding ceremony, a classmate said on the spot that the ring on her hand was too thin and not matched. My wife is a strong person. She has suffered a lot of grievances with me over the years. The ring was a gift I gave her, fake, because my wife told me that she didn't like wearing that kind of shining thing...

As this line of words surged into his heart, Cheng Jiemin felt that the depression in his chest was like a volcano and wanted to erupt. He felt that the person who wrote notes was himself, and he could feel the mood of a man when writing these words. Once a person has experienced too much coldness in the world, the emotions he wanted to vent would be ready to move.

"Dingling..."

The rapid alarm ringing woke Cheng Jiemin who was sleeping. He looked at him in a daze and found that it was already half past six. He didn't dare to hesitate at the moment, quickly got up from the bed, put on his clothes, washed his face in a hurry, picked up his bag and prepared to go out. As Director Chen's secretary, he had a lot of work to prepare in advance.

However, when he opened the door, Cheng Jiemin was frightened to see that the sky had turned dark red. Blue lightning struck from the sky from time to time, splitting clouds in half. A storm suddenly came. For a moment, lightning and thunder thunder shook the sky, and the sky became dark in an instant. The sky was covered with purple lightning, muffled thunder rolling, heavy rain, and the world soon became a vast ocean.

Seeing all this, Cheng Jiemin was completely stunned: It’s raining, it’s really raining today!

Last night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse! Thinking of the weather last night, Cheng Jiemin felt even more uncomfortable. The things recorded in the black diary were like a replay of an old movie, flashing through his heart from time to time.

At this time, his first thought was to read the black diary again, but just as he was about to enter the house, he comforted himself: It might be an accident this time it rained. You, Cheng Jiemin, is still a college student and a party member. How could there be a diary from the past? This is a complete coincidence.

Maybe that prank guy has an acquaintance at the Provincial Meteorological Bureau.

After returning to the room, Cheng Jiemin ran to the office building in two steps, quickly opened Director Chen's office and quickly cleaned the ground.

"Brother Cheng, smoke a cigarette." Pang Xiaoguang's smiley face flashed in from the corridor, handing himself a butterfly cigarette while lighting the lighter.

Cheng Jiemin took a sip of the cigarette and said lightly: "Xiao Pang, is there anything wrong?"

"Haha, Brother Cheng, I want to trouble you with something, that... I just received a notice from the office that the candidate who supports rural construction will give a live speech today. Brother Cheng, you have a bright future and will definitely not go to the place where rabbits don't poop. Since that's the case, you will do me a favor and talk to Director Chen and ask him to vote for me that precious vote. I will remember your goodness all my life. How about asking you to have a meal in the evening?"

Pang Xiaoguang's eyes were full of prayers, but at this time, Cheng Jiemin's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. It might be a coincidence that it rained, but Pang Xiaoguang informed him that the selection would happen today. Is this also a coincidence?

This is definitely not a coincidence. As Director Chen’s secretary, Cheng Jiemin knew his position in the hall very well. If this decision was made yesterday, then he would definitely know it. But he didn’t know it. It can only be explained that this arrangement was the decision made just now.

"Hey, Boss Li saw that it was raining today, and said that it was just a rainy day and could work indoors. It was both right. The speech was changed to today." Pang Xiaoguang saw Cheng Jiemin silent and explained again.

At this time, Cheng Jiemin had no intention of paying attention to this, and the content in the diary occupied his mind again. If this was not a coincidence but true, it would only be three days before Director Chen was transferred away!

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