Xie Wendong was not surprised to be admitted to the civil service, and it was no surprise that he obtained a career as a civil servant. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, this profession made Xie Wendong very painful, because this profession has been done by many great men and saints, such as Taizu and Li Dan...... The profession is a librarian.

But this librarian is a ...... Therefore, Xie Wendong questioned his father and mother, but his mother said that he would get through his qualifications first, and then find someone to transfer to a better place later, don't you like to read books, you can read enough there.

On Monday, at seven o'clock in the morning, Xie Wendong got up and ate breakfast cooked by his mother. Catch the second bus and head to the Provincial Library, where he is about to start his career as a librarian.

It's 8 o'clock sharp, and he arrived an hour early because he still has to report to the curator today. The curator warmly received the new young man and told him about his daily tasks. In addition to managing the public areas outside, there are also various archives sent from time to time, and Xie Wendong needs to organize these files and store them in the library's archives room. Therefore, Xie Wendong also got a large number of keys to the storage room.

The job of a librarian is quite boring and very boring. After staying for several months, Xie Wendong's burning vision for the future when he just graduated was all extinguished. He was bored, so he could only take out the books in the library and flip through them to pass the time. In addition to books in the public area, the library also has some banned or high-value out-of-print books. When Xie Wendong looked at this, he had to praise this library as indeed the largest and richest library in the country.

I commute to work from 9 to 5 every day, and I flip through books in my spare time. Xie Wendong's days passed day by day, during which his classmates came to him, he didn't dare to meet, he didn't answer the phone, he felt that he had betrayed his classmates and betrayed his dreams. It's muddy all day long, like walking corpses.

On this day, it happened to be Friday, and a certain bureau in the city sent several large boxes of files, and Xie Wendong helped the transporters carry the boxes into the archives room. The curator told him that these files should be sorted out as soon as possible, and someone might come to adjust the files next week, and not to let the comrades who came to pick up the files wait more at that time. Looking at these large boxes of files, Xie Wendong sighed, and called his mother to tell him that he would not come back for dinner after working overtime today, and he would come back very late at night, and asked his mother to leave a door for him.

After making the call, Xie Wendong started the file sorting and archiving work.

Time passed minute by minute, and in this small space, under the dim light, Xie Wendong worked for several hours in a row. I don't know what time it is, but my eyes are getting heavier and heavier anyway, and I'm getting sleepy. Xie Wendong yawned, leaned back in his chair, put a piece of file paper on his face, and prepared to sleep for a while before continuing to tidy up......

The sky is cloudless. Light, sunny. The ground, the grass grows and the warbler flies. Xie Wendong walked on the grassland, and he couldn't forget it. After that, I don't know where I came. Xie Wendong could only walk forward with his head covered, hoping to get out of here. At this time, the sky turned red, Xie Wendong raised his head, and saw countless blazing meteors dragging long flames down from the sky. Xie Wendong was shocked, and he didn't know why there was such a change, so he had to speed up his pace and continue to run forward.

However, the meteors in the sky smashed down without leaving any dead ends, Xie Wendong only felt the blazing hot wind coming towards him, and the meteors in front of him were getting bigger and bigger, and then, he woke up......

"Huhuhuhu......" Xie Wendong gasped, still afraid of what happened in his dream. "Why is it so hot?" Xie Wendong took off his coat, "Why is it still so hot?" Xie Wendong got up and prepared to open the door for ventilation.

When he opened the door, he was greeted by a sea of fire, Xie Wendong's face changed greatly and he regressed, but the bookshelves closest to him couldn't withstand the fire and collapsed, and Xie Wendong, who was caught off guard, was pressed upright, and only one voice came out from the sea of fire: "No...... I still have dreams......"

"According to this station, a fire broke out in the library on XXX Street in the early morning, the fire was serious, and after the efforts of the firefighters for 6 hours, the fire was finally extinguished before the station sent the news, according to the insiders in the library, there was a left-behind person inside, who may have suffered misfortune ......"

Xie Wendong woke up and turned around, the surroundings were dark and dark, only a candle was lit not far away. Wasn't he crushed to death by the burned bookshelf? patted his head, and inadvertently saw his own hands through the dim light, a pair of calloused hands. Xie Wendong hurriedly stretched out his hands again, these hands were a little rough, but they both had calluses at the tiger's mouth. This is not your own hand at all, can you write with a pen as thick as a callus?

The sound of Xie Wendong's head slapping woke up the people in the dark, and a person appeared in the dark, a child, short and short, with a black face and coarse linen clothes. "Your Royal Highness, are you awake?" said the child, happily.

It's English? No, it's not! German? No, what is it? Why do you understand it?

"I ......" Xie Wendong, who was about to speak, suddenly felt like his brain had been struck by lightning......

Back to the moment before he died, the bookshelf fell, he was suppressed, countless flames burned down the bookshelf to himself, he wanted to push the bookshelf but couldn't push it, he wanted to extinguish the flames but couldn't do it, he could only watch the flames burn his body. The scorching heat of the flames and the heaviness of the bookshelves all turned into Xie Wendong's last unwilling shout: "No...... I still have dreams...... Didn't realize ......"

The flames engulfed him, but at the last moment of consciousness, Xie Wendong suddenly couldn't feel the scorching flames, and a cold and faint voice sounded in his ears: "Boom, Boom, Boom...... Do you want to fulfill your dreams, do you want to be reborn, do you want to escape from death...... I can give you a new life! I can make you dream bigger...... Go, angry souls with dreams......"

The scene suddenly changes to a large room, the whole of which is made of large blocks of stone, and some ink works are carved on it. In the middle of a large bed lay a woman, around whom many young maids were rounded, and several old grandmothers were circling around her. The woman screamed in exhaustion on the bed. Her neck was red and her whole body was covered in sweat.

"Wow, wow, wow......" A child's cry was heard, and a mother took out a baby from under the woman.

The wide door opened, and a bearded man in chain mail entered.