On this day, I went to work. He Yi'an took the document with a depressed face and came to Zhang Yongyi's office, and the words were as smooth as usual, as flat as a glass of boiled water.

"Curator, this is the annual statistics table of new archives you want, and I have brought it to you."

"Oh, okay!" Zhang Yongyi took the document, saw He Yi'an turn his head and was about to leave, and stopped him with words: "Alas, Xiao He, don't leave yet, sit down and talk." ”

He Yi'an nodded and sat down slowly, but his face did not have the slightest look. Seeing his lonely appearance, Zhang Yongyi couldn't help but sigh.

I thought that I had high hopes for it at the beginning, but how could I make people make people, and now I have fallen into such a situation. He loves talent very much, and he really wants to pull this young man who is standing next to the abyss.

"What! It's been so long, and you still haven't adjusted? Hey, yes, it's really hard for young people to bear this kind of setback, let alone a high-achieving student like you who should have a bright future and great ambitions. In fact, I have been thinking about it for a long time, the archives are indeed not your ideal place for development, and I have reflected it to the city many times, hoping to change you to a place where you can give full play to your strengths. ”

"Curator, you!"

Hearing this, He Yixin's head trembled, raised his head and looked at the other party in surprise.

Zhang Yongyi waved his hand lightly, and said in a calm tone: "Don't get excited, I really don't want to bury a talent like you." As the saying goes, if a tree moves the dead and the living, maybe you will have a better future without the archives? ”

He Yi'an sat forward straight, and a hope surged in his heart, making his words tremble a little: "That...... Does that have a result? ”

"The result?"

Zhang Yongyi frowned, with a little depression in his expression, it seemed that there were many cruxes that could not be understood for a while, he shook his head and sighed: "Hey, when you were first assigned, I actually had doubts, how could a highly educated talent like you not be assigned to this lonely and unknown archive." I'm also inquiring from many sources, Deng Ye from the Personnel Bureau knows first, right? Oh, it's the Deputy Director Deng who assigned you here, and I also learned some details from him. Your original distribution plan was obviously deliberately made difficult by someone above, but I just don't understand, why is that? ”

With a sigh, He Yi'an stood up from the chair suddenly, his eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief: "Are you saying that someone is obstructing behind your back?" ”

Zhang Yongyi nodded gloomily and said in an affirmative tone: "According to my analysis, it should be like this!" Otherwise, my recommendations wouldn't have been so overwhelming. Xiao He, you can't have offended any senior leaders, right? ”

"High-rise...... High-rise ......"

He Yi'an couldn't help muttering in his mouth, but there were huge waves in his mind. As a newcomer, from the school to the archives, how could he have had the opportunity to contact any so-called high-level people, let alone offend them. Around him, if there is any so-called high-level, then there is only ......

"Hehe, if it is, then it's really offended!"

He Yi'an let out a sad sigh to the end, and his red and swollen eyes revealed a thick anger and desolation. Everything was explained, and the doubts that had been in my mind all these years were suddenly clarified until this moment.

Why is this happening?

People often say: Tiger poison does not eat children, but why did it kill his future with his own hands and step himself into the abyss, but it was his blood-related father - He Weiguo!

Just because he went against his will?

Just because he insisted on returning to Ganquan?

Is it because I can't give up Cheng Jiangshui?

He Weiguo's ruthlessness and He Weiguo's wanton domineering, this moment made He Yi'an completely cool his heart, and the trace of guilt and warmth that he still had in his heart was also gone at this moment. Human nature has been distorted to this point, and any explanation seems pale and powerless, and He Yi'an has become the ultimate victim. He stood stupidly and stupidly, but his heart seemed to have been ruthlessly slashed, dripping with blood.

"You, what are you?" Zhang Yongyi frowned.

After a long time, the corners of He Yi'an's mouth twitched, and he said in despair: "Forget it, curator, thank you for your kindness." You don't have to run around anymore to get tired of this, I know, I can't fight him! ”

After that, He Yi'an staggered away, Zhang Yongyi frowned and was silent for a long time, perhaps from He Yi'an's words, he had already comprehended some indescribable information. This may be the root of He Yi'an's bumpy journey, and it is also a mountain that he is difficult to climb.

He Yi'an walked out of the office, his heart was like ashes, his face was like a tree, and before he knew it, he came to a public phone booth and dialed the phone number of Du Wanling's office by mistake.

"Mom, it's me!" He Yi'an's tone was desolate.

"Oh, it's Yi'an, what's wrong, I heard your voice is very bad, is something wrong?"

He Yi'an gritted his teeth tightly, and his sad expression froze in the corners of his eyes: "I just want to ask, was the reason why I was arranged to the archives in the first place, was it because of his hands and feet behind him?" ”

The word 'he' instantly opened up the family affection for thousands of miles, and the indifference and strangeness were undoubtedly revealed.

Who is 'he'? Du Wanling naturally knew that this information that she had concealed was finally revealed by He Yi'an, which made her feel frightened and sad for a while.

"Yi'an, this ...... Listen to me about this......"

"It seems that it is ......" The mother's panic just confirmed all these facts, and for a while, He Yi'an's eyes were split, and he shouted in grief: "But why did he do this, why? Why didn't you tell me all this? ”

Du Wanling was completely flustered, with a deep sense of uneasiness and guilt in her words, and said sadly: "Yi'an, don't worry, you listen to your mother first!" Hey, Ann, Hey, Ann......"

He Yixin hung up the phone in despair, and his body involuntarily swayed, like a helpless sapling in the storm, and his fragile backbone was bent amiribly. He crouched down in grief, buried his head deep in his knees, and wept bitterly......

On the other end, Du Wanling was full of endless worry and self-blame at the moment, and her panicked heart was beating and almost bursting out. Du Wanling suppressed it vigorously, picked up the phone and called the unit leader: "Hey, director, I want to take two days off...... Yes, there are urgent matters to be taken care of...... Ok thanks. ”

This cup of bitter wine, He Yi'an hid in a dark corner alone and swallowed it raw. He didn't tell anyone, including Cheng Jiangshui, who was worried about him.