When I received the re-employment notice from the institute, I thought it was just an invitation to be a technical consultant. Unexpectedly, they took me to the old archives. Bamboo horse Chen Jianjun knelt down on one knee, holding a faded medal that should have belonged to me. His old colleagues congratulated him one after another, but ignored me and did not agree. They all agreed that I would cry bitterly for this belated status. After all, I chased Chen Jianjun from the Educated Youth Station to the Northwest. I spent ten years of youth with no regrets. But they forgot that five years ago, it was Chen Jianjun who accused me of falsifying data. It was also him who immediately informed the entire institute that my illegal operation had caused an explosion in the laboratory. The angry villagers believed that I had deliberately poisoned me, so they took off my clothes and paraded me through the streets to vent their anger. At one point I suffered from panic disorder and was unable to take care of myself, so my uncle who was traveling to Southeast Asia took me abroad for treatment. Now the old director told me. "Jianjun used all his connections to keep you out of jail." "After you left, he held your photo together and drank alcohol all day long, and his eyes turned red when he saw your name." I didn't respond and subconsciously touched the wedding ring on my ring finger.
