The night is like ink, and the north wind whimpers.

The snow on the ground had not yet completely melted, and the wind was blowing again. I don't know what the cold wind of this night stimulated, it was extraordinarily cold, and the snowflakes on the ground were flying all over the sky, and there was a great momentum of a winter tornado, which was rare in the winter of the northwest.

After finishing a day's work, Cheng Jiangshui wrapped himself tightly, staggered back to the archive dormitory against the wind wall.

The dormitory was deserted, and it seemed that He Yi'an still hadn't been able to come back on time, so she picked up the note left by He Yi'an on the table and frowned.

"Go to bed early, work overtime at night, don't wait for me!"

Cheng Jiangshui's heart was stunned for a while, he simply cleaned up, turned on the lamp and wanted to wait for He Yi'an's return while studying, but he didn't know what's wrong, his eyelids were always jumping around, and then he felt panicked. She stood up and closed the wind-blown window, but she had no intention of studying, so she lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep for a while......

Before I knew it, it was late at night, and only the figures of He Yi'an and Jiang Nan were swaying in the orange light in the archive warehouse. Jiang Nan, who was in charge of statistics, had already yawned, his spirit was a little relaxed, and he fell asleep leaning against the filing cabinet. He Yi'an, who had a pair of fish bubble eyes, walked over and gently shook him awake.

"Little ginger, little ginger, wake up!"

Jiang Nan woke up in shock, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and said curtly: "Uh, why did I fall asleep." ”

He Yi'an patted him on the shoulder and persuaded: "You are also too tired, so let's go back first." ”

Jiang Nan squinted, looked at the watch on the wall, and exclaimed, "Ah, it's 2 o'clock, so what about you, Teacher He?" ”

Looking at the messy file boxes all over the floor, He Yi'an was a little bitter, and said faintly: "I'll do it again!" I'll have to finish the file number 70 in the evening, or I'll be too late. ”

Jiang Nan held his tired body, sat up a little straighter, and said very righteously: "Then I'll accompany you, their gang has already run out, I can't say that I will leave you alone." ”

He Yi'an's haggard face showed a warm smile, and he persuaded: "Forget it, it's not very efficient for you to stay like this, it's better to keep your spirits up and do it during the day, go back quickly." ”

Jiang Nan lowered his head and pondered, nodded and said, "Oh, then I'll go back first, Teacher He, don't work too hard." ”

"Got it!"

Jiang Nan yawned and left slowly, He Yi'an rubbed his numb temples vigorously, tried to open his eyes wide, and then continued to work with his head buried in his ...... The alarm clock on the wall flew silently and quickly, 3 o'clock, 4 o'clock......

The wind outside is blowing stronger and stronger, and it has the potential to sweep away everything and block the target. The poplars on the side of the road bent their waists into a bowing shape, and the exposed telephone poles were blown from side to side.

Suddenly, a bright line was blown off by a branch swept by the wind, and the archive was instantly immersed in darkness......

In the dark, He Yi'an finally found the flashlight, and couldn't help frowning when he looked at the still messy files. Seeing that the task is imminent, the sky does not follow people's wishes, and one hurdle after another is placed in front of them, which makes people feel bitter.

Standing alone in the dark and thinking for a long time, he returned to his office, searched through boxes and cabinets for a long time, found a few candles, turned his head and returned to the archives.

Passing by the corridor of the archives, He Yi'an looked up at the bright warning sign on the wall, on which the words "No Open Fire" were written, and he couldn't help but hesitate for a while. Open flames are strictly prohibited in the archives, just like oil depots, which is an iron rule, which He Yi'an does not know. But in this case, luck trumps reason, and he thinks that the lesser of two evils is actually beyond his consideration.

In the end, He Yi'an lit a candle in the warehouse and got busy without hesitation. When manpower is finally exhausted, the iron-beaten body cannot endure the fatigue of the body. The clock on the wall crossed again...... 4 o'clock... 5 points.

At this moment, He Yi'an, whose eyes were red and exhausted, couldn't resist the thick tiredness after finishing a file, and fell asleep on the shelf unconsciously.

Since then, the hand of fate has ruthlessly plucked the cruel strings, and the candle that swayed in the wind burned rapidly, reflecting the ugly shadow on the wall, swaying, like a devil who chooses fat and devours, waving his unscrupulous claws at He Yi'an, who is sleeping soundly.

When a piece of wax from hell dripped on the file, it instantly spread the fire of hell......

waited until the bursts of stinging scorching heat woke He Yi'an, only to find that the files piled up on the ground had already burned into a raging fire, and the panicked He Yi'an struggled to put out the flames, even if he burned his arms and burned his hair, he had no time to take care of it. Eventually, he hastily found a fire extinguisher and was able to extinguish the flames.

The fire was extinguished, but the last hope was buried in this unspeakable sea of fire.

Looking at the ashes all over the ground, He Yi'an, who was lost in his soul, felt sad for a while, sat down on the ground and cried......

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Yongyi rode a bicycle into the door of the archives, and Hu Guangquan ran over sweating profusely and in a hurry.

"Curator, no, something is wrong, the archive caught fire last night!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Yongyi's body trembled involuntarily, his face instantly turned pale, he couldn't believe his ears, and asked tremblingly: "You...... What did you say? ”

"The archives caught fire last night!"

With a "bang", the bicycle fell to the ground instantly, Zhang Yongyi didn't even have the intention of helping him up, he staggered to the archives, and shouted with a trembling mouth: "Quick!" Come with me! ”

In the warehouse, He Yi'an sat slumped beside a pile of ashes like a mournful woman and dementia, silent, like a walking corpse that had been detached from his soul. Jiang Nan next to him was in pain and remorse, he didn't know how to comfort He Yi'an, maybe he didn't need any comfort at this time.

The looks on the faces of the onlookers around can be said to be wonderful, some show regretful expressions, some have nothing to do with themselves, and even more are gloating and falling into the well.

In short, everything around is completely revealing the complexity of human nature, which makes people sigh.

"Hey, how can you do this, it's clearly stipulated, and you still come in with tinder."

"But no, this is a big disaster, the punishment is light, and it's okay if you don't demote it."

"Yes, you said that at such a young age, it was a pity that he finally got such an opportunity and messed it up."

"See it, this is the retribution of quick success, God won't let it go, this time there is a drama to watch."

"I'll just say, what are you tossing, tossing and tossing, and in the end it's not tossing on your head."

Jiang Nan glared at him fiercely, and wanted to say a few words back, but when the words came to his mouth, he felt that he was not confident enough to say anything, and he was pale and weak, so he could only droop his head and protest silently with his eyes.

"Let it go, let it go!"

As Hu Guangquan's shouts sounded one after another, a panicked Zhang Yongyi appeared in front of everyone. Looking at the mess all over the ground, Zhang Yongyi's lips trembled completely.

"This! This...... What's going on here? ”

He Yi'an buried his head between his knees, speechless, it was too late to say anything. No matter how powerful the reason is, it will not be able to make up for the fact that it is wrong.

At this moment, his heart was completely immersed in a dark shroud, a kind of despair that was put on the chopping board, a kind of casualness that completely gave up on himself.

Seeing He Yi'an bowing his head and being silent, Jiang Nan trembled forward and tried to excuse him: "Pavilion ...... Curator, there was a sudden power outage last night, He Yi'an was worried that he would not be able to complete the task, and then he lit candles to work overtime, but he didn't expect ......"

Hearing this, Zhang Yongyi didn't say anything immediately, his face was blue, and no one knew what he was thinking at the moment. Hu Guangquan next to him peeked at it, his mind turned sharply, and then he changed his hypocritical regret, pretending to praise and satirize, and spared no effort to sprinkle a handful of salt on He Yi'an's wound: "Hey, how can this be!" Even if you are meritorious, you can't ignore the regulations in vain, you see, what a loss this has caused! This is dereliction of duty. ”

Zhang Yongyi clenched his teeth, and a deep voice came from his lips: "How much has you lost?" ”

Jiang Nan hurriedly took a step forward and tried his best to excuse himself: "Well, it's okay, because the fire was extinguished in time, only a small part of the 70-numbered files were damaged." ”

Hearing this, Hu Guangquan suddenly widened his eyes, his face was fierce, and he frothed at the mouth and accused: "Is this still called okay?" You are simply stupid! Do you know that every archive is a precious historical material, its social value and economic value are immeasurable, once damaged, it is a crime! ”

Standing on the commanding heights of righteousness, Hu Guangquan's domineering aura made Jiang Nan unable to find any fault, so he could only shrink his head, look at Zhang Yongyi with a bitter face, and explain tremblingly: "Curator, but...... But He Yi'an is also like this because of completing the task, how can it be said that it is a crime? ”

Hu Guangquan rolled his eyes sharply on the side, and pointed the finger at He Yi'an: "Alas, He Yi'an, He Yi'an, why are you still sitting there, what the hell is going on, come and explain clearly!" ”

He Yi'an got up from the ground weakly, drooped his head, his haggard face was filled with endless guilt, and said to Zhang Yongyi in despair: "Curator, it's my fault, it's me who has lived up to your expectations, and I am willing to accept any punishment and punishment, no two words." ”

After speaking, He Yi'an dragged his heavy steps, like a walking zombie, turned around and staggered through the crowd and left.

Looking at He Yi'an's poor back, Hu Guangquan took advantage of the fire to rob him relentlessly: "Alas, why did you go, why did you go?" What kind of attitude do you have! ”

"That's it!"

Zhang Yongyi, who had been silent for a long time, had a gloomy face, resolutely interrupted Hu Guangquan's words, then took a deep breath and said resolutely: "Next, I announce several decisions: 1. Suspend the work of Comrade He Yi'an as the person in charge of rectification, and wait for the party committee to study further handling opinions; Second, the rectification work must continue, and Comrade Hu Guangquan is fully responsible; Third, seize the time to count the loss files, and do a good job of remedial work as much as possible, and these decisions will be implemented immediately. ”

Listening to Zhang Yongyi's sonorous decision, Hu Guangquan was excited for a while, and even his smooth forehead bloomed with brilliance. He hurriedly stepped forward and replied confidently: "Yes, I guarantee to complete the task!" ”