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

Cheng Jiemin looked at the last page of the thick diary and couldn't help laughing. This diary is really incredible, Director Chen has become the leader of the provincial party committee, and he is the leader of the provincial party committee transferred from other places, is this possible? What surprised Cheng Jiemin even more was that the date on the last page of the diary turned out to be today, twenty years later!

Cheng Jiemin wondered and flipped through it again. Halfway through, the smile on his face began to solidify. Because the handwriting on the diary is simply carved out of the same mold as him. No, the further back you look, the more powerful it becomes. A huge fault suddenly appeared in Cheng Jiemin's mind, as if it had been short-circuited in an instant. Instinctively looked around, and suddenly felt that there was something strange in this room, an inexplicable gust of wind, and cold sweat began to break out on his back. Which chivalrous ghost is kidding me?

Cheng Jiemin shuddered for a moment, and turned the diary to the first page again. It was written above: On a certain day, a certain month, a certain year, heavy rain, the hall decided to give a speech on the candidates for the cadres to be stationed. Pang Xiaoguang came to inform me. How could I go to such drudgery? As Director Chen's secretary, I'm very good in the hall, what do I have to do with them?

Looking at the moonlit and starry night sky outside the window, Cheng Jiemin felt funny. It has entered the wax moon, and he has seen the weather forecast, and it will be sunny for two days tomorrow and the next. Although there are activities for cadres to go to the countryside, the time for the speech is set for next Wednesday, how can it be tomorrow? Thinking so in his heart, Cheng Jiemin casually flipped through two more pages, and saw that it was written: 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. I was quite moved, but the attitude of the people around me began to be different.

This passage is even more nonsense, Director Chen has not been in the hall for half a year, how can he be transferred? And at the last team meeting, Director Chen also made a lot of suggestions to the hall chief, and the posture was clearly to do a big job.

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

Lying on the bed, Cheng Jiemin, as usual, began to take stock of today's work. This is what his counselor told him when he graduated from college: "Three times a day, I will save myself. This is a really good method, and it can be learned from experience and lessons.

If it was in the past, Cheng Jiemin would definitely fall asleep without thinking about half of it, but today, his mind is full of straight roads, and he can't adapt to it at all, and all he thinks about in his heart is the content of the black diary.

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

According to the records in the diary, the boss he served was Chen Bingnan, the executive deputy director of the Water Resources Department. Three days later, he will be transferred to a neighbouring province. He will be replaced by Zhao Huazhong, the deputy director of the Department who is the most wrong with him. I, Chen Bingnan's secretary, will be transferred from the office to the old cadre, and since then I have started my cold bench career.

It's really a process of purgatory of mind. During this period of career, his existence in the hall has become more and more transparent, especially after Zhao Huazhong became the director of the Water Conservancy Department, this situation has become particularly serious, although when Zhao Huazhong saw him, he also called himself Xiao Cheng with a smile.

When he finished reading the diary, Cheng Jiemin didn't think so, but now, all he thought about was the content on it: One day, Qing, Xiao Wu, a newcomer to the office, was assigned a set of two bedrooms and one living room. Although the house was old, he was happy to move out. In terms of qualifications, I am older than Xiao Wu, and it is a bit unfair to give him a house without mine. However, I am still very happy. Because, as soon as Xiao Wu left, his dormitory was empty.

Xiao Wu is a kind child after all, and I have already told him that the mother who came from the countryside to help me watch the child live for a while. It's just that just as I happily cleaned the house and bought a second-hand wire bed and put it in, 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 Xiao's arrogant appearance, I was already extremely angry, and I really wanted to pounce on him, slam him a few ear scrapers, and make him roll on the ground in pain, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy. It's just that seeing Xiao Wu's face on the side full of nervousness, I still held back this breath.

In the past two years, I have been too aggrieved in the officialdom, and the hunchback has become inertia. I don't care, but I can't bother Xiao Wu who was kind enough to help me. At night, watching my mother fall asleep on a mat on the floor, my heart was like a knife. The mother was old and should have followed her son to enjoy happiness, but she didn't expect that she would sleep on the ground at the age of sixty or seventy. Although the old man said that the mat on the floor was softer than the bed in his hometown, I knew that my mother was comforting me. What a son of man!

…… My father's cough became worse and worse, and his cough rang out from time to time in the corridors of the hospital. I've been hospitalized for days, still lying in the corridor of the hospital, and my heart is a little sour.

When I went to the restaurant to eat, I happened to meet Xiao Wu, and he told me that Pang Xiaoguang's wife had sprained her leg and was living in the hospital.

Seeing Xiao Wu walk into the clean and bright high-rise building, I was a little apprehensive. My father's illness was serious, but as a son, I could only let him live in the corridor of the hospital. Although I had the cheekiness to go to the hospital leaders many times, the answer I got was always that the hospital bed was tight. Pang Xiaoguang's wife just sprained her leg, so she was admitted to the bright high-level cadre ward, and it is estimated that it is a minor illness and a big recuperation!

…… When his wife returned from attending a classmate's wedding, her face was a little pale. At the wedding ceremony, some classmates said on the spot that the ring on her hand was too thin and did not match. My wife is a strong person, and she has followed me over the years and suffered a lot of grievances. The ring was a gift from me, fake, because my wife told me she didn't like to wear that kind of glitter......

As these lines of words came to his heart, Cheng Jiemin felt that the depression in his chest was like a volcano that wanted to erupt. He felt that the person who wrote the notes was himself, and he could feel the mood of a man when he wrote these words. Once people have experienced too much of the heat and coldness of the world, they will want to vent their emotions.

"Jingle Bell"

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

However, when he opened the door, Cheng Jiemin was horrified to see that the sky had turned dark red, blue lightning from time to time from the sky, splitting the clouds in half, the storm came suddenly, for a while, lightning and thunder, thunderbolts shook the sky, the sky was dark in an instant, the sky was full of net-like purple lightning, muffled thunder, heavy rain, the world soon became a vast ocean.

Seeing all this, Cheng Jiemin was completely stupid: it's raining, it's really raining today!

Last night was a moonlit starry star! Thinking of last night's weather, Cheng Jiemin's heart became more and more uncomfortable, and 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 flip through the black diary again, but just as he was about to enter the house, he comforted himself: This rain may be an accident, thanks to you Cheng Jiemin is still a college student, a party member, how can there be a diary from the past, this is a complete coincidence

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

Returning to the room to get an umbrella, Cheng Jiemin ran to the office building in three steps and two steps, quickly opened Director Chen's office, and quickly swept the ground.

"Brother Cheng, smoke a cigarette." Pang Xiaoguang's smiling face, with a hint of flattery, flashed in from the side of the corridor, handed himself a butterfly cigarette, and lit the lighter.

Cheng Jiemin took a puff of cigarette and said lightly: "Xiaopang, is there something wrong?" ”

"Hehe, Brother Cheng, there's something I want to trouble you, that ...... I just received a notice from the office that the candidate for this support for rural construction will give a live speech today. Brother Cheng, you have a bright future, and you will definitely not go to the place where rabbits don't. In this case, you can do my brother a favor, lobby with Director Chen, and ask him to vote for me that precious vote, and I will remember your good for the rest of my life. How about a meal in the evening? ”

Pang Xiaoguang's eyes were full of pleading, but at this time, Cheng Jiemin's heart seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer. The rain may be a coincidence, but Pang Xiaoguang informed himself that the selection happened today, is it also a coincidence?

This is definitely not a coincidence, as Director Chen's secretary, Cheng Jiemin knows his position in the hall very well, if this decision was made yesterday, then he will definitely know, and he doesn't know, it can only be explained that this arrangement is a decision just made.

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

At this time, Cheng Jiemin had no mind to pay attention to this, and the content of the diary occupied his mind again. If this is not a coincidence but true, there will only be three days before Director Chen is transferred!

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