How he got back to the dormitory, even He Yi'an himself didn't know.

At this time, Cheng Jiangshui didn't know what was happening, and went to Jiuzi Lane early as usual. Looking at the empty house, He Yi'an's tired face showed a miserable smile. One

In the end, all the efforts were in vain.

Don't say that life is bumpy, and don't say that you have to get up from where you fall.

Now he is unable to get up.

Hu Guangquan is right, the destruction of archives is a dereliction of duty at a small level, and a crime of dereliction of duty at a large level. Once this bad deed is written into the archives of the official career, it is basically an end to the future political career, and no one is powerless to return to heaven.

For a while, all ambitions, all expectations, and all hopes came to naught, and the tragic reality completely crushed He Yi'an, who was originally ambitious.

He slowly lay down on the bed, covering his face with the quilt, and after a while his shoulders began to tremble involuntarily......

In the entire archives, the only one who can still care about He Yi'an is probably the only one left Jiang Nan who looks terrified.

After learning of Zhang Yongyi's decision, he was really relieved that He Yi'an was in his current state, and he was looking around. He banged on the door of the dormitory, but no one answered inside. Immediately afterwards, I searched all the corners of the archives, but I couldn't see He Yi'an.

There was really no way, anxious, Jiang Nan came to Jiuzi Lane, and asked Cheng Jiangshui's address when he met people. When Cheng Jiangshui, who was pasting the cardboard box, heard Jiang Nan's stumbling story, he stood on the scene like a lightning strike. At Jiang Nan's urging, he put on his coat in a panic and stumbled back to the archive dormitory.

When she opened the door with a pale face, she saw He Yi'an lying on the bed, not moving at all. Her trembling hand gently pulled open the futon covering her face, revealing He Yi'an's weak, bleak and tear-stained cheeks.

At this moment, Cheng Jiangshui could no longer stop the tears pouring down.

When Jiang Nan saw this, he quietly withdrew from the scene, leaving space to this sad husband and wife. He Yi'an, who was awakened, looked at Cheng Jiangshui, who was crying bitterly, and bursts of self-blame and guilt poured up.

"Yi'an!"

"I'm sorry, Jiang Shui, I disappointed you..."

"Nope! Yi'an, you don't want this! I'm so sad that you're like this! ”

At that moment, the husband and wife hugged each other, and Cheng Jiangshui tried his best to comfort He Yi'an, hoping to use his tenderness to heal his husband's huge psychological trauma.

However, no matter how gentle the words are, they can't erase the scars of despair, and no matter how warm the body is, they can't melt the frozen heart.

He Yi'an seems to have changed at this moment, becoming weak and despairing.

Soon, the characterization of the accident came out, a fact that no one could hide up. Even the powerful Zhang Yongyi did not dare to risk the world's condemnation and protect He Yi'an in a high-sounding manner.

In the venue of the archives, a safety management work meeting was held on the accident, and at the same time the decision to deal with He Yi'an was announced.

In the venue, all the leaders and staff were full, and Zhang Yongyi sat on the rostrum with a straight face. He Yi'an was accompanied by Jiang Nan and sat in the corner of the stage, with a sad face that he could not love. On the side, Hu Guangquan, who was a villain, glanced at the decadent He Yi'an, but he was secretly proud in his heart.

Zhang Yongyi glanced at the venue, especially He Yi'an, who was staring at the lonely head for a long time, and then said earnestly: "Comrades, archives management is a basic work, but also a pivotal work, it records the historical process of social development, is an important reference basis for our production activities, is the basis and prerequisite for all scientific research, and must not be sloppy." This incident can be said to be a major accident that has never been seen in our archives for many years, and it has brought irreparable losses to the country, and it has taught a painful lesson! ”

Zhang Yongyi paused slightly, took a deep breath, and announced He Yi'an's handling decision: "The party committee of the Jingguan has decided to deal with Comrade He Yi'an, the first person responsible for the accident, as follows: 1. Instruct him to make a profound self-examination. 2. In accordance with the relevant provisions of the "Archives Law", He Yi'an was demoted, from an intermediate title to a junior title, and an administrative demerit was recorded once. I hope that comrades will take this as a warning, attach importance to it ideologically, and earnestly ensure safety ......."

What was said later, He Yi'an didn't listen to it at all, the verdict had been handed down, and his heart was as dead as oil.

After the meeting, He Yi'an was still called to the office by Zhang Yongyi, looking at the young man in front of him who should have made great achievements, but because of a moment of confusion and buried his bright future, Zhang Yongyi was also sad and secretly regretful.

If it weren't for Zhang Yongyi's maneuvers in the party committee, He Yi'an's handling would never have been so simple. But even so, He Yi'an's resume has been marked with an indelible stain, and the road to the future is basically blocked.

Before the career starts, it is about to face the end, which is a result that no one can face calmly.

Zhang Yongyi frowned tightly and organized a rhetoric, he really didn't want to see He Yi'an collapse on this: "Comrade Xiao He, the organization made such a deal with you after careful study and consideration. The impact of this incident is too great, and I did my best, you have to understand. I hope you don't get depressed because of this, but you still have to keep a positive working state......"

He Yi'an stood in front of the desk, looking depressed, and didn't know whether he listened to Zhang Yongyi's words, but bowed to him embarrassedly, and muttered in a trance: "Thank you, director, I'm sorry for causing you trouble!" ”

Zhang Yongyi pursed his lips tightly and let out a sigh: "Hey, don't think too much, go back and work hard." ”

He Yi'an turned around and walked away in despair, and Zhang Yongyi also stood in place for a long time, motionless, with a heartache, helplessness, and regret on his vicissitudes of life......

Walking out of the office building, He Yi'an came to the empty field, the cold sky was full of snow, as if condensed into a wind knife and frost sword, fiercely cutting open his heart, nourishing blood flowed out, and the cold snowflakes fell into He Yi'an's even colder heart, and it never melted for a long time......

This sudden blow was like this snowfall on the scorching fighting spirit and hot passion that He Yi'an had worked so hard to ignite, and it instantly turned into an ethereal mist.

Extreme despair brought extreme decadence, and he even began to wonder if his life choice was right, and whether Zheng Zheng's vow was just a momentary arrogance......