On the day of the double election, Ma Yinuo squeezed into the light rail early to the convention and exhibition center, and walked through the crowd to find the four target companies she had previously selected.

After submitting three resumes, Ma Yinuo was a little discouraged. When she handed in each resume, the recruiter had a thick dozen resumes in her hands, and her face was expressionless. When she asked the recruiter questions, they didn't have the intention to communicate with her, but just mechanically collected the resume, numbly saying "wait for the notice".

In fact, these companies favored by Ma Yinuo, because of their strong strength, the recruitment method focuses on directly opening a special job fair in a famous school, but because they are scheduled for a special session in Fengxia City later than this double election meeting, they set up a booth at the site of the double election meeting, so as not to miss the peak of resume delivery in Fengxia City. The people who stand at the site of the double election meeting are either people from outsourced human resources companies or new employees from the company's human resources department, and their main responsibilities are to come over to set up booths and collect resumes.

When the fourth one is found, the recruiter does not accept resumes, but gives each applicant a form for everyone to fill out by themselves. Ma Yinuo took the watch and found a relatively clean corner to fill in, which was just the right form to show off her charming and vigorous italic calligraphy. She thought while filling in that it was not easy for the recruiter, and she must be tired of looking at fancy resumes, so she made a form with only concise information for screening, and it seems that the principle of making a simple resume by herself is still correct.

When she finished writing, she saw a girl who was also holding the same form from the same company and was worried, so she took the initiative to ask, "Do you need a pen?" ”

The girl nodded embarrassedly and said, "I didn't expect to have to fill out the form on the spot, and I didn't bring a pen." ”

Ma Yinuo handed her the pen, and the girl thanked her repeatedly, saying, "I'll fill it out as soon as possible, I'm delaying your time!" What is even more grateful is that Ma Yinuo, who lent her the pen, did not sit idly by because she was a competitor in the same company.

Ma Yinuo told her not to care about it and fill it out slowly, while she quietly waited for her while checking the information she had just filled in.

After a while, a man in a suit with a tie also came to the corner, first looked down at the girl who was filling out the form, and then squinted at the watch in Ma Yinuo's hand, and said to Ma Yinuo familiarly: "Look at your writing, like a primary school student." Then he deliberately raised his voice, pointed to the girl who was filling out the form, and said, "Look at what other beauties write, it is tangible and physical, and it is really like a person." Then, somehow, he stood there with his hands behind his back. Ma Yinuo didn't bother to talk to him, and the girl didn't even raise her head to write. Seeing that the girl was about to finish writing, he leaned over and said with a hippie smile, "Beauty! Lend me a pen. ”

The girl looked up at him and said, "This is this 'beauty'." As he spoke, he handed the pen to Maino. Ma Yinuo took the pen and said: "I'm in a hurry to leave, I can't borrow it!" ”

The two girls made a smile on each other's lips, glanced at the clown who was playing tricks in order to fill in the form, and hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd to hand in the form.

After the four target booths were completed, Maino began to look around leisurely. Ma Yinuo still has a few printed spare resumes in his hand, and he plans to submit them when he encounters the right company. Although the mood is relaxed, the body is still crowded, and the feet are forced to move forward in small steps.

When she was squeezed into the booth of Xin Ao Nguyen, she saw a huge advertisement that read: "Recruitment! 100 English teachers! 100 math teachers! ...... "Ma Yinuo has a lot of feelings for Xinao Ruan, she was moved by the entrepreneurial legend of the principals of Xin Ao Ruan, when she first entered the university, she had a dream of going to the headquarters of Xin Ao Ruan to study, and also benefited from Xin Ao Ruan at the critical moment of the graduate school entrance examination, so she tried her best not to be swept away by the flow of people, and stopped to watch for a while. The recruitment of 100 people on the advertisement of Xin Ao Nguyen means to recruit talents, as long as they are capable, passionate, and dreamy, they can come, and there is no limit to the number of places. Ma Yinuo likes the culture of Xinao Ruan very much, but she doesn't want to be a teacher, and she is self-aware, knowing that her English level that she has improved with great difficulty is not enough to teach English well, so she left without submitting a resume.

Ma Yinuo was squeezed for a while, and felt that there was nothing missing, so he left the convention and exhibition center, planning to take the light rail back to school. The queue for the light rail was full of students from the double election meeting, and it was obvious that there was no longer a queue in the station, and the line meandered along the steps outside the light rail station, along the dim street lamps on the side of the road, until it turned to another street. Ma Yinuo suddenly felt that it was actually a happy thing to squeeze the bus and the light rail, because now he didn't even know if he could get on the bus before the last train stopped. Ma Yinuo finally found the end of the team and stood up, and was called "senior sister", and she looked at it, and it was the girl who borrowed the pen from her, standing in front of her.

"Senior sister, are you also from Garson University?" The girl saw the school logo on Ma Yinuo's resume.

"Yes, I'm in law school."

"We are also from the University of Jia, and I am studying international economics and trade, an undergraduate." The girl pointed to the people in front of her, all of whom came in groups.

"Oh. I've been to your class, international policy, and Professor Chu gave a really good lecture. ”

Perhaps because it was getting late, the team that couldn't see the end was inexplicably sad, and the girl said gloomily: "When we studied the courses in our major, international policy, international finance, international investment, as well as leadership and human resources, we all had the illusion that we would be great in the future." ”

A girl who seemed to be a little introverted said such heartfelt words to herself, and Ma Yinuo didn't know how to pick it up for a while. After the girl finished speaking, she also felt embarrassed for the sentimentality she revealed. The two of them exchanged a few inconsequential words, and then tacitly played with their mobile phones, quietly waiting for the team to move slowly forward in the cold of the night.

Finally, Maino got on the light rail and headed for the school. Everyone was exhausted by the hustle and bustle of job fairs and long queues, sitting, standing, leaning or leaning, letting their bodies sway with the carriage.

I don't know who it is, I used my mobile phone to put up Mao Buyi's "People Like Me", "An excellent person like me should have a brilliant life, how come it is that after more than 20 years, he is still floating and ......sinking in the sea of people" The carriage is quieter, no one speaks, no one walks around, everyone listens quietly, as if they are afraid to move their steps, they will not be able to hear this faint and sad lyrics. The owner of the mobile phone also seemed to notice the emotions in the carriage, and silently turned up the volume, "People who are confused like me, people who are looking for people like me, people who are doing nothing like me......" The train was speeding on the tracks, the neon advertisements outside the window were flickering and bright, everyone pretended not to be listening, and they also tacitly pretended not to know that the person next to them was listening, and later, tacitly pretended not to find that the sound of others snorting was because of tears, It is also tacitly not to distinguish whether the eyes of others pretending to look at neon advertisements are moist or not.

Outside the carriage, no one cares, the whizzing train is full of confused searchers, who have already rushed to several such crowded job fairs, and brought back disappointment with hope. And this carriage full of students was once the chosen son of the high-spirited back then.