In the winter of 2020, 53-year-old Chen Fan passed away due to poverty and illness. He was once the youngest writer, but because he adhered to his principles and was unwilling to follow the crowd twenty years ago, he was transferred and marginalized, and he died with regrets and unfinished ideals.
When he opened his eyes again, time went back to March 2000, a week before he took the public examination. The figure of his father pruning the pomegranate tree and the aroma of his mother's decoction were still there. Fate gave him a second chance to answer the question.
In this life, Chen Fan hid his prophetic vision and lost his youthfulness. He returned to the county party committee office and faced familiar faces and challenges. The materials he submitted were no longer based solely on passion, but also incorporated precise research and judgment on future trends. From being a clerk to being in charge, he avoided risks and promoted the development of people's livelihood amidst the torrent of state-owned enterprise restructuring and investment promotion. He worked side by side with female prosecutor Su Wanqing and forged a revolutionary friendship in cases of upholding fairness and justice.
His goal is no longer personal grudges, but to use twenty years to correct historical regrets, prevent avoidable losses, and witness the arrival of a clear era. He vowed to prove that the truly strong are those who stick to their original aspirations in the face of the tide and benefit the people with wisdom and responsibility.
This is a journey spanning centuries, a lonely journey for idealists to measure their mission. When the sun shines again in 2020, Chen Fan stood in front of the Integrity Base to receive the party constitution. This time, a chapter worthy of our conscience was finally written on the answer sheet of history.
