The campus is unusually quiet, and the cold air of early winter is blown by the wind and drills into the collar. We walked together in the direction of the dormitory, which was not far from each other. In order not to be cold, I casually said that it was so cold outside, and she echoed. None of us had dinner, but neither of us asked if we needed to have dinner together. I'm a boy, so maybe I should be more proactive. But having dinner together is something of special significance, and it can't be mentioned casually. If I ask her and she doesn't agree, it will affect future meetings. I also thought she wouldn't have dinner with me, and I never thought she would say yes to me.

There would be a street lamp every other part of the road, and I remembered the scenes of couples walking in romance novels and romance movies, and I had a soft feeling, I guess that was the feeling of happiness - even though I knew we weren't lovers, we weren't even good friends. I only met her occasionally in the library, and she sat across from me, which seemed to her to be just a normal thing between acquaintances.

When I talked to her in the library, she didn't show any other thoughts about me, and I tried to pretend that everything looked normal, and I had to act like I didn't have any special feelings for her. That's what I thought at the time, for fear that a look and a word would make her realize that I was paying too much attention to her. It was only when I returned to the dormitory that I remembered that I had asked her about the foot injury, which made me regret it, and she must have seen something in that sentence.

When I arrived at the dormitory, the class leader had already returned, and there were only two of us left in the dormitory. He brought back a large pile of sketches, which he spread out on the table, thinking about something. I leaned over and saw that some of the paper had half-finished patterns on it, some of it was uncolored, and some of it was finished product. It was a draft of a logo design. He interned at an advertising agency, where he was mainly responsible for the hand-drawn side of things.

He saw me enter the dormitory door, greeted me, and buried himself in his work. After a long time, he sighed and said, "This customer is really a difficult ghost, he has come up with 5 plans, and he is still not satisfied." ”

He asked me to help him come up with an idea, which was a catering company's logo and VI application solution. Originally, the squad leader was only an intern, mainly doing some technical work, and he didn't do creative and planning, he said that the company would definitely not give him such important things, and he had no experience at all. However, this time the customer's requirements were very demanding, and the previous submitted plans were not good, so the company asked all the staff related to the design to bring back the previous design draft and work content, study and study it well, and then hold a meeting to discuss.

I looked at the sketches carefully, and some of them had clear traces of changes, and some of them had designer's memos written on them, and they looked very aesthetically pleasing. I don't know anything about this kind of design, but on the surface, it's all very creative patterns, and I can't say anything deeper. I'll admit that I don't know anything about this kind of work, and I can't come up with any brilliant ideas.

After he was busy for a while, he put down his work and asked me, "Yuqi, why aren't you looking for an internship?"

I didn't answer him, "What are you going to do after graduation?"

"Make money. He said.

"How do you earn it?" I asked him, "What kind of work do you earn, do you do design?"

"It was so difficult, I did my internship just to get a feel for the workplace and get my diploma. He said lightly: "It's good to start your own business, I will work for two years after graduation to see the market." ”

What he said was a concept that was too vague, and he didn't know what to do. Like me, he learned to paint, but he never regarded painting as a regular business, and he never thought about making a living by painting in the future. His level of painting is not necessarily very high, and he only applied for art in order to go to school. It is also difficult for him to calm down and complete his usual homework, and he copes with errands every time with a passing mentality. But he's the busiest guy in our dorm – busy making money.

The question he asked me why I didn't do an internship has been bothering me for a long time, but I haven't been able to figure it out. We must submit an internship certificate issued by the internship company to the school before April next year in order to successfully graduate. If you don't have this internship certificate, you can't graduate. But this is not the main problem that bothers me, the internship certificate is too easy to get, just find an acquaintance company to open an internship certificate, and stamp the official seal.

The biggest question that bothers me is what I should do, and I never really thought about it before. I have discussed it many times with my family, and when they ask me what I plan to do after graduation, I am always vague. They pay much more attention to this aspect than I do. Once, my mother complained on the phone that I didn't look mature at all, and I didn't think that the long life ahead would be difficult.

After the graduation exhibition, I saw that there were fewer and fewer people in the dormitory of the entire graduating year, and most of the remaining interns returned to the dormitory late, and I gradually felt that I needed to have a long-term plan to solve the livelihood problems for the rest of my life.

In this regard, I still maintain the indifferent attitude of the ambition of the sleeping hill during my school days. Survival is a very easy question, but survival is different, and there are so many factors involved that it is difficult to explain. Some seem to work hard to become the dragon and phoenix among people, and some are like pies falling into the cotton bag of happiness. I don't have an IQ beyond the ordinary, life hasn't cultivated my competitive character, and my simple experience makes my emotional intelligence mediocre and weak. I thought that the best outcome after graduation would be to find a job – a job that would be a normal job that could be done with simple skills. The salary is maintained at a normal social level, and then he marries a wife and has children, and falls into the clichés of life until the end of his life.

People always have to know what they want to do in the future before they can decide what they should do now. But I don't know what I'm going to do or what I'm going to be able to do. I can't make a living by painting, I'm not very good - even if I am a high-level painter who paints for a living, most of my days are quite poor. The squad leader knows that his main purpose in the future is to make money, so he can go in this direction and find some tricks that can make money. It's like writing an essay when I was a child, and every time the teacher would give a proposition, I like to write a non-proposition essay because it is more selective. But I often can't write for a long time because I hesitate what to write, and in the end I can't write as well as a proposition essay.

What happened to Hai Linlin affected me a little bit. That night, the class leader told me about her family background and other specific circumstances, and I felt that there was a chasm between me and her that was difficult to cross. But the impact is so subtle that it may only be fleeting. After all, from the moment I met Hai Linlin, I felt that I would not have a substantial outcome with her - such as becoming a lover. I knew I would hold back in the face of her, and I would only keep my unspeakable secrets forever.

I also thought about what Hai Linlin would do in the future, she loves to paint, and her dream has always been to be a painter. She has very good resources, I think, she can concentrate on painting without worrying about her livelihood, she is learning English, she can go abroad to study, her painting skills are becoming more and more sophisticated, and finally she will become a world-famous painter. She will dedicate her life to painting. I also hope that she will be as I think she will be, and then I will be very happy for her. The odds of achieving such an achievement are slim, but I am confident that she will achieve it.

That night, the squad leader went to bed very late, and when I went to bed, it was already past eleven o'clock, and he was still drawing a draft of the logo on scratch paper.