老张不姓张,只是日子一久,我想不起他的姓,姑且称他老张吧。那时候,我刚上班,在档案室整理材料。档案室在老办公楼七层的角落里。七层是顶层,没有电梯,很少有人来,档案室和档案一样,静静地呆在时光的角落里。建国初期的一些档案,还是竖排书写,是工整的毛笔和规整的印章,纸张发黄,油墨也有点变淡。一些散落的档案,已经开始簌簌地掉纸屑。老张,不知道在档案室呆了多少年,如果八几年档案的 Zhang is not the name of Zhang, only a long time, I can not think of his last name, tentatively call him Zhang Zhang. At that time, I just went to work, finishing materials in the archives. Archives in the corner of the old office building on the seventh floor. The seventh floor is the top, there is no elevator, few people come, archives and files, quietly stay in the corner of time. In the early days of the founding of some archives, or vertical writing, neat writing brush and regular seal, yellow paper, the ink is also a bit pale. Some scattered files, has begun to shriveled off confetti. Zhang, do not know how many years spent in the file room, if eight years of archives