Throughout the afternoon, Zhuge Huaizhi hated those travelers in his heart for interrupting his good dreams, but as soon as he thought that today was Saturday, and he could go home after selling tickets in the afternoon, he could go home after making a good account, and he was happy in his heart, maybe there were really pig ears.

Finally sent away the slow train in the afternoon, Zhuge Huaizhi did the account as quickly as possible, while doing the accounts, while looking forward to the happy scene when he went home, after handing the key to Zheng Yunxin, he looked at the watch, it was only more than four o'clock, and he finished the bag in a hurry, and then trotted to the stationmaster's room, as long as the stationmaster nodded, two hours later, you can get home.

Stationmaster Yan was sitting in the room, wearing a pair of reading glasses and didn't know what he was writing, Zhuge Huaizhi ran in, and came to the stationmaster very regularly and said that he wanted to go home for Saturday.

"Oh, I want to go home, Zhuge , let me tell you, there is such a situation today, the superior came to inform that there may be heavy snow tonight, you also know, the railway staff is ordered by snow, if it snows heavily and there are few people on the station, you have to go to the road room to work overtime and help clean the turnout, you don't go back today." ”

"What? It's going to snow, and what if it doesn't?" he looked out the window blankly, still in the lazy sun.

"If you don't go down, you can't go!" Stationmaster Yan was a little anxious.

Coming out of the stationmaster's room with a stomach full of grievances, Zhuge Huaizhi had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"What kind of weather, can it snow?" Zhuge Huaizhi really regretted why he greeted the stationmaster, he should have run away secretly, according to the regulations, he would have gone home on Saturday to rest.

Back in the passenger room, Zhuge Huaizhi thought about it carefully and felt that he should see how the weather changed, and if it didn't change, he would slip away before dark.

The closer the weather is to the evening, the more contradictory Zhuge Huaizhi's mood is, to be honest, after a week in this kind of place, I am really homesick, after all, he is only eighteen or nineteen years old, several times he wants to ignore the three-seven-twenty-one, ride on the car and leave, but as soon as he thinks of the black face of Stationmaster Yan, Zhuge Huaizhi is deflated.

It's time for dinner, it seems that he can't go, when he went to the canteen to eat, Zhuge Huaizhi regretted it very much, when he remembered that his relatives at home were leaning against the door, he hated himself for why he was so afraid, that is, he really left, and the old black man had nothing to do, and he would be criticized at most when he came back.

"Damn old black!" he cursed inwardly.

After dinner, the weather really changed, the originally bright sky suddenly got darker than usual, the wind gradually blew, and the temperature seemed to drop, Zhuge Huaizhi returned to the passenger room to turn on the fluorescent lamp, and filled the stove with coal.

"Is it really going to snow?" he muttered in his heart, when Zheng Yunxin walked in and said to him, "Zhuge , go back to the dormitory and bring your cotton coat, maybe you really have to go to the wrench room to work overtime today!"

"Oh, I'll go back and get it!" he walked out obediently.

The wind outside was already very strong, the wind in the trees was whistling, and there was a dusky sky overhead, and the sky was full of scraps of paper, dead leaves, and other things, and a grain of sand flew into his eyes, and he closed his eyes and rubbed them, and ran to the dormitory with his head down.

The wind blew for half the night, at more than eleven o'clock in the evening, the wind was small, and the sky began to snow, at first it was very small, very sparse, after a while, the snow gradually became bigger, and in the empty corridor of the station, it fell a layer after a while, with the help of the dim light on the platform, countless large snowflakes fell like a parachute.

The two trigger rooms began to be in a hurry, in the past few hours, the station has made all the preparations, and the temporary snow removal team organized by the stationmaster Yan has been established, including Yuan Dingyu and Wang Liqiang, who have just gotten off the day shift, Zhang Huan, Zheng Yunxin, and Zhuge Huaizhi, who are off duty, and Zhuge Huaizhi, stationmaster Yan decided to divide the snow removal team into two groups, and support the two trigger rooms separately.

There is a long distance from the station to the wrench room, and Zhuge Huaizhi is divided into the group of Stationmaster Yan and Wang Liqiang, supporting the No. 2 wrench room with the farthest distance and the most remote.

Zhuge Huaizhi had thrown the depressed mood of the afternoon out of the clouds, and with it came another novel and exciting feeling, he was wearing a thick cotton coat, cotton shoes, a cotton hat on his head that Zheng Yunxin found for him from home, and a bamboo broom in his hand.

Zhuge Huaizhi's mind flashed a lot of heroic images, he seemed to see a few of them standing majestically at their posts on the snowy night, ensuring that the train ran unimpeded and safe and punctual one by one, and on the passenger cars that passed slowly, passengers were waving to them, and the beautiful girl even threw flowers to them.

After a few days of such a struggle, the superior leaders sent them letters of condolence and awards, and Zhuge Huaizhi felt that the image in this situation should be very high.

Where did you go? The snow covered everything, the black light was blind, and they couldn't see anything clearly, they were a group of three, only the stationmaster Yan was holding a signal light, with the faint light, Zhuge Huaizhi just kept following closely, and suddenly there was a flower in front of him, the glimmer was gone, and the old stationmaster was gone!

Hurry up and look back, fortunately Wang Liqiang is still there, and the heart that has just been put down is nervous again, "What about the stationmaster?" The two asked at the same time, and when the two were wondering, they heard someone shouting next to them: "Hey, pull me!"

The two of them looked at it, they both laughed, it turned out that between the two lines was a drainage ditch, because the snow in the drainage ditch was almost as high as the roadbed, the old stationmaster walked on the sleeper, accidentally, fell into the drainage ditch, no wonder they couldn't see it all at once, they laughed and pulled the old stationmaster out of the drainage ditch, and continued to walk forward.

Finally arrived at the wrench room, the wrench Lao Cai was bending over and busy on the turnout, seeing the three of them coming, he raised his shoulders covered with snowflakes, supported his waist with his hands, and slowly stood up straight, under the dim signal light, Lao Cai's tightly locked eyebrows stretched out, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Lao Cai, how is it?" the webmaster first understood the situation.

"Stationmaster, the snow is too big for one person to be busy!"

"In this way, Zhuge and I sweep the No. 2 turnout, Lao Cai and Xiao Wang sweep the No. 4, we must ensure the normal use of the turnout! Remember, to ensure personal safety, start doing it now!" After speaking, Lao Cai and Xiao Wang disappeared into the snow curtain after a while with the lamp.

With the faint light emitted from the trigger room, Zhuge Huaizhi excitedly swept the snow, the sliding bed board of the turnout can not accumulate snow, if there is more snow, when the trigger, the snow will be sandwiched between the sharp rail and the basic rail, so that it can not be closely attached, the turnout can not be pulled, the station can not be carried out will let the car, it will affect the normal operation of the trains.

Zhuge Huaizhi's task is to constantly sweep away the snow on the sliding bed of the turnout, so that the turnout can be pulled smoothly, but there are many connecting rods on the turnout, plus many obstacles such as rails, sleepers, and stone ballast, which cannot be as smooth as sweeping the street, but to dig and push, just like that, every ten minutes, it will be swept again, and it will be oiled and sprinkled with antifreeze.

Zhuge Huaizhi no longer felt stimulated and excited, and fatigue hit him like an overwhelming wave!