Choose Silence Chapter 19

Tang Wei's matter is over, but I don't know when Tang Wei will be able to go to her snow mountain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

has seen rivers of blood and the passage of life, and Zhou Jing is no longer naïve and self-righteous. Those who are gone can never imagine how tormented those who remained.

The next morning, Zhou Jing picked up her schoolbag and set off, and when she was leaving, she took away Tang Wei's eyebrow pencil that fell in the bathroom. It can be regarded as a testimony to this story.

Tang Wei went to look for a job first and find a place to settle down. She was already optimistic about recruitment yesterday, and she also submitted a lot of resumes on the Internet, several interview invitations, and many dissatisfactions, Zhou Jing's second stop in Shanghai was to start a crazy job search journey.

What she wants in her heart is to find something that can be related to writing, at least that atmosphere. So her first goal is a publishing house, after all, she still has some writing skills, and she can also draw and design, not just layout design.

"Hello, I'm here for an interview."

Zhou Jing walked to the door of a large publishing house and said softly to the beautiful woman at the front desk.

"Okay, please show me your resume."

The front desk lady responded politely. Zhou Jing handed over her resume. There was a reply at a glance.

"Sorry Miss, we don't have your name on the interview list, sorry you can't make it to today's interview."

"I submitted my resume yesterday, can I apply for it?"

"Huh." The front desk lady smiled awkwardly. "With all due respect, your education is a university degree, which does not meet the criteria for our company's recruitment."

"But ability and academic qualifications can't be compared, whether you have that ability or not is not a degree to decide, can you make an exception to give me a chance, just participate in an interview."

"Miss, academic qualifications don't mean academic qualifications, sorry, we don't have the time to help you verify whether this sentence makes sense."

"But."

"Miss, is it any use for you to be here and I to dwell on this kind of topic that can be selected for the debate, I hope you don't waste time with me, and it is better to go to the next place for an interview as soon as possible." The front desk lady is starting to get a little impatient.

"Well, sorry to interrupt me."

Zhou Jing left unwillingly and helplessly. She thought that there would be such a result, but she still held on to a glimmer of hope, she felt that talent was not judged by academic qualifications.

The only thing she didn't think about was whether she was actually a talent.

Such a conversation lasted from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. for Zhou Jing. I didn't eat a mouthful of food, but I drank a bottle of mineral water for one dollar and continued this cycle.

None of the publishing houses wanted themselves, no matter what the position was, they didn't even give Zhou Jing a chance to interview. The day passed in a hurry, and Zhou Jing only had the 500 yuan given by Tang Wei and the deposit of more than 500 yuan when he left the room in the morning. 1000 or so in cash. Zhou Jing didn't even dare to eat, she didn't know how long she could support herself here, and she didn't have the opportunity to get an interview when she would find a job, so she couldn't spend the money and didn't dare to spend it.

In the evening, Zhou Jing walked aimlessly after going to a publishing house under the building of the community and was rejected, walking aimlessly, walking through the community square, and going down when he saw the subway entrance, he had to find a place to stay at night.

I haven't done the subway yet, Zhou Jing got off the subway station, sure enough, it was Shanghai, and as soon as I got off the subway station, I saw several wandering singers, the same as what was said on TV.

Holding a guitar and singing while playing, the guitar case is filled with change that people pass by and put down.

Zhou Jing looked at these people from afar, are they all people who are working hard for their dreams like herself? How long have they been here day in and day out?

Zhou Jing walked through a turn and saw a person, this person, the advantages of others are different.

What caught my eye was a boy wearing a peaked cap, white half-sleeves, white canvas shoes, and black shorts.

Sit on the ground with the guitar on your lap, play it, write it.

"Are you composing?" Zhou Jing walked over and asked.

"Well, whatever you want." The boy didn't seem to want others to disturb his inspiration, and Zhou Jing was about to pack up and leave as soon as he finished asking.

"Ai, can I help you write the words?"

Zhou Jing was cheeky and blocked the boy's retreat. A pair of sincere eyes look at each other.

"Can you write?"

"Yes, it will."

"And will you write?" Zhou Jing then asked.

"Yes"

Both looked at each other and smiled.