这则童话是在一次偶遇中复苏、鲜活起来的。几年前,机关一位搞音乐的同志到龄退休,我和省音协主席邸君前往家中看望。因为我是第一次拜访,这位老同志的夫人也同座作陪。言谈间,寒暄起各自的经历,听到她50年代末曾在省人事局工作过,便向她打问一个人名。虽是随意,但却是很诚心的。相隔30多年了,并不很存希望。先是她一愣,因为被探问者正是她,而她对于我却毫无印象,惊异间有点茫然。后是我一愣,因为我记忆较深的这个人,当时不到30岁,圆盘大脸,如今却已头发斑白,脸型变得瘦长,再难对上号。我惊愕一阵后,很是欣喜。真是幸遇。想来,她确是不会记起我这个人的。那年,我大学毕业。班上40多人,大多按师范要求分配到了各地中学任教。省级单位要留一批干部,有十几人的档案留在人事局,逐个派遣。虽然都属省 This fairy tale is revived in an encounter, alive. A few years ago, a comrade in charge of music retired at his retirement age. Because I was visiting for the first time, the wife of the old comrade also accompanied me. During the talk, greeting from their own experiences, I heard her work in the provincial personnel bureau in the late 50’s, then asked her a name. Although casual, but it is very sincere. More than 30 years apart, not very hopeful. First, she surprised a moment, because was the translator is her, and she was impressed to me, a bit confused between astonishment. After I was surprised a moment, because I remember this person, was less than 30 years old, big disc face, but now it has white hair, face becomes thin, hard on the number. After a shock, I was very happy. Really lucky. Want to come, she really will not remember me this person. That year, I graduated from college. More than 40 people in the class, most of whom were assigned to teach in all secondary schools according to the teacher’s requirements. Provincial-level units to retain a cadre, a dozen files left in Personnel Bureau, one by one to send. Although all belong to the province