Yang Yi, who woke up from his sleep, slowly walked to the suitcase, took out the white shirt, and stroked it gently, the movements were extremely gentle, and his expression was particularly complicated.

No one knows the story behind the white shirt, just as no one knows where the wind is coming from and where it's going.

Yang Yi put on a white shirt, walked to the bathroom and slowly buttoned the white shirt in front of the mirror, the movement was very light and slow, in the mirror was a young man with slightly unkempt hair, the drowsiness had not completely faded, and his melancholy eyes exuded a trace of firmness, like a contradictory lifeform.

The white shirt fits perfectly, as if it was tailor-made, and the scale and the shirt look very smooth and natural.

Yang Yi simply washed up, tidied up his slightly unkempt hair, and showed a shallow smile, like a mockery and ridicule of life, coupled with a handsome face, which was very charming.

The basement after a night of rain is even more damp, and even if the house is not permeable, a trace of mist still wafts through the hard concrete, drifts into the room, blends into the air, and scatters in every corner of the room.

After Yang Yi finished cleaning up, he went out, only to see that the streets of the house were already occupied by breakfast vendors, densely packed, shouting and shouting one after another, and the street was crowded with people, so it was not lively.

There are people who get up early and go to the park for morning exercises, there are children who are sleepy and urge their parents to go to school, there are pedestrians who go to work, some buy and eat while walking, some sit down and chew slowly, some are in a hurry, some are staying, constitute the morning elephant belonging to the streets of Shanghai.

Yang Yi found a stall selling steamed buns, randomly chose a seat, the hot buns lay quietly in the steamer, as if waiting for the guests to come to the door, the hot mist slowly drifted into the air, and disappeared after a while, the fragrance overflowed, greatly arousing people's appetite.

"Boss, here are two steamed buns and two vegetable buns. Yang Yi looked at the busy hawker and said.

"Well, you wait, you'll be right away. The peddler replied.

After a while, the two steamed buns and two vegetable buns were presented in front of Yang Yi, and the heat was rolling.

"Okay, boss, I'll go right away. I saw a guy at the next table, who had just ordered a bowl of noodles, steaming, and before he started eating, he received a call from his boss and hurriedly checked out and left, leaving only the bowl of noodles that had not yet moved the chopsticks.

The vendor was a middle-aged man in his fifties, and when he saw this, he sighed slightly: "Hey, now these young people don't even have time to eat breakfast for work." With that, he took the bowl of noodles away and put the table back up.

Yang Yi looked at this scene and was slightly moved, perhaps this is a microcosm of the life of many young people who are working in big cities now.

In order to survive in the metropolis, he gave up too much and endured too much bitterness, but even so he still failed to defeat this group of young people with dreams.

Compared with a breakfast, maybe people don't care too much, but the pain of life may only be able to deeply understand, under the prosperity, is a large number of living beings running around for life, hurrying, hurrying, dare not have too much stay.

Yang Yi finished eating from time to time, got up to pay the bill, and his figure disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the street not long after, following the crowd, he is also one of the many living beings, feeling the "gift" of life. It's just that this gift is too heavy for Yang Yi, so thick that he is almost crushed alive.

The time came to nine o'clock in the morning, and Yang Yi was already waiting quietly in the living room of an Internet company, holding his resume and relevant certificates in his hand.

There seem to be a lot of people coming for interviews, and Yang is inconspicuous among many applicants, and he seems very ordinary.

"Is Mr. Yang Yi here?" asked a girl with a beautiful face in professional attire, speaking to the interviewer.

"Yes," Yang also replied in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Okay, Mr. Yang Yi, please bring your belongings and come with me. The girl responded.

Yang Yi got up, straightened his somewhat unkempt hair slightly, and followed the girl closely to an office with the words "general manager" written on it.

"Mr. Yang Yi, please come in," the girl made an inviting gesture.

Yang Yi nodded slightly and knocked lightly on the door.

A female voice came from inside, which didn't seem to contain a trace of emotional fluctuations, and seemed a little indifferent - please come in, Yang Yi gently pushed the door open, only to see that the girl's upper body was wearing a white shirt, her hair was tightly tied behind her head, she looked very capable and spiritual, and the lower half of her body was covered by the desk, and she couldn't see clearly, and the girl was looking down at the thick documents on the office desk.

"Hello, I'm interviewer Yang Yi," Yang Yi's slightly hoarse voice broke the silence of the office.

The girl slowly raised her head and closed the file casually.

The girl's appearance completely met Yang Yi's eyes, the girl was about twenty-five years old, similar in age to Yang Yi, her skin was moist and white, her red lips and jade teeth were shining with crystal luster, her delicate facial features, and her slender eyelashes fluttered slightly with a pair of big eyes.

Yang also handed his resume to the girl, then took a few steps back, keeping a certain distance from the girl, his calm face was still the same, and his eyes did not stay too much on the girl's beauty.

"You may be seated. When the girl saw Yang Yi coming, she spoke, with a hint of indifference in her words, and opened Yang Yi's resume casually, and watched carefully, Yang Yi immediately sat down, her movements were very light and slow, and she did not make a sound.

When the girl saw that the school from which Yang Yi graduated from Sun Yat-sen University was filled in on her resume, she showed a look of surprise, and then looked down and found that Yang Yi did not graduate from computer science.

It stands to reason that most of the people who choose to work in the Internet are graduates of related majors, after all, it is a technical job, and it is not possible to understand computer-related knowledge overnight, and it requires long-term learning and accumulation.

The early morning sun sprinkled a ray of sunlight through the glass window, gently sprinkled on Yang Yi's handsome face, Yang Yi turned his head sideways and looked into the distance through the glass window, motionless, as if the whole body was integrated into the sun, quiet, and fell into contemplation.

The sound of turning pages in the quiet office is clearly audible from time to time.

After the girl finished reading Yang Yi's resume, she raised her head and looked at Yang Yi's melancholy eyes in the sun, which was very charming, the girl was in a trance, and she forgot to ask for a while, as if she didn't want to break the tranquility of this moment, the girl moved her body without a trace, adjusted her emotions, and a slightly indifferent voice sounded.

"You don't seem to have graduated with a computer science major, so how did you come up with the idea of looking for a computer-related job?"

When Yang Yi heard this, the deep worry in his eyes receded like a tide, disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by calm, but the change in Yang Yi's eyes completely fell into the girl's eyes.

"For the money, because the wages in this industry are relatively higher. Yang Yi said it very directly, without any unnecessary cover-up.

"Then you didn't graduate from this major and are sure you can do this job?" The girl casually put her resume on the table, and looked Yang Yi up and down with beautiful eyes.

"Although I didn't study this major in college, I was very interested in this major and taught myself a little. Yang Yi said slowly,

Yang Yi looked at the girl's eyes that had not disappeared for a long time, and felt slightly embarrassed, after all, he was looked at directly by a beautiful woman, and no one could stand it, and after a short look at each other, Yang Yi naturally looked away.

Seeing this, the girl spoke again: "In this way, I will simply ask you a few questions, and if you can answer them, you will be considered qualified." ”

"Hmm", Yang Yi replied softly, bowing his head slightly, quietly waiting for the girl's question.

After a brief thought, the girl asked, "What's the point of explaining the realistic implementation of the interface?"

Yang also replied after the girl finished reading the question: "Interfaces are reference types that other types implement to ensure that they support certain operations, interfaces are never created directly and have no actual representation, other types must be converted to interface types, an interface defines a contract, the class or structure that implements the interface must adhere to its contract, and the interface can contain methods, properties, indexers, and events as members." ”

When the girl heard Yang Yi's answer, she nodded slightly and continued to speak, "What is .net?"

Yang Yi: ".net is a platform and framework, .net is not a simple language or a simple tool, it is an overall framework built from the underlying platform. ”

The girl asked five questions in one breath, and Yang Yi's slightly hoarse voice was not in a hurry or slow, and the answers were extremely standard.

"What's the difference between Ref and Out?" The girl seemed to be more energetic than Yang Yi, and Yang Yi had to be stumped.

Generally speaking, Internet companies recruit programmers and rarely give interview questions in interviews, unless it is the world's top Internet company, the girl not only interviewed Yang Yi for five questions, and the last question is far beyond the scope of professional knowledge as an ordinary programmer.

When the girl threw out the sixth question, Meimei stared at Yang Yi tightly, as if she wanted to spy on the change in Yang Yi's face, but she was disappointed, Yang Yi still looked as usual, and what surprised her even more was that Yang Yi really clearly explained the difference between Ret and out, and the answer to this question was not very clear even to the girl herself.

Looking at Yang Yi's calm face, the girl seemed to have a strong ability to cope in the workplace, and she was surprised that Yang Yi could answer in the last second, and then resumed her indifferent tone again in the next second.

The girl calmed down her inner turmoil and asked, "Is there anything you need to know about the company?"

Yang Yi finally took the initiative to ask for the first time: "If I come to work, how much salary will I get in a month?"

"The salary for the three-month internship is 8,000, and the salary will be adjusted again after the regularization. The girl replied indifferently.

"Is it only eight thousand?" Yang Yi frowned slightly, obviously thinking about it, and couldn't make up his mind.

Yang Yi's facial expression completely fell into the girl's eyes, what she didn't expect was that the man in front of her was logical and calm when answering questions, showing an extraordinary posture, but after hearing that the salary was only eight thousand, he showed hesitation, which was very different from the image that Yang Yi left to the girl before.

"Any other questions?" the girl continued.

"No, can I think about it?" Yang Yiwei's frown still didn't dissipate.

"Yes, but I can't guarantee that during this time you're considering, our company won't hire anyone else or hire directly, and you'll miss out on this opportunity. The girl's words still revealed the indifference of rejecting people thousands of miles away, and she seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with Yang Yi's consideration.

After all, in the girl's cognition, many people want to enter their company, but Yang Yi is extremely concerned about the salary, which makes her a little disgusted and has a trace of resistance.

Yang Yi got up slowly, nodded lightly after hearing the girl's words, and walked out of the girl's office without speaking.

When Yang Yi walked out of his office, the girl picked up the phone and explained, then stood up, picked up a cup of coffee and moved lightly to the glass window, quietly looked at the crowd of traffic, and gently tasted the coffee in her hand.

The sun near noon was slightly dazzling, and the girl's figure in the sun was fully presented.

From the moment Yang Yi entered her office, she began to look secretly, unlike many interviewers, Yang Yi did not deliberately want to attract her attention, and never secretly looked at her beauty, which was extremely surprising to the girl.

Among the interviewees she has contacted in the past, she more or less wants to attract her attention, and her naked eyes are undisguised, which makes the girl extremely disgusted.

But Yang Yi never squinted from beginning to end, sitting upright, and his calm posture was like a breeze blowing on the hills, without waves.

And under the sunshine, the melancholy on Yang Yi's face that emanates from the heart is far from what they should have at their age, mixed with sadness and helplessness, which is very pitiful.

The girl stood quietly in the sun, her face was suffocating, and she muttered to herself: "What is the experience that makes you have such melancholy eyes and calm as water?"

After leaving, Yang Yi naturally didn't know what the girl was thinking, what he thought was that if only 8,000 yuan couldn't solve his debts at all, it was too far away, and it seemed that he would have to find a new job.

Life can't be as good as you think, but it's not as bad as you think, and sometimes people are more fragile and strong than you think. Sometimes, you may be so fragile that you burst into tears at a single word, and sometimes, you will find yourself gritting your teeth alone and walking a long way.