(a)

"Give us a call and ask!" Bai Xian said. Although Chang Xia leaned on the bed, his body shrunk and moved around as if he was cold. "I don't dare." She looked at Bai Xian pitifully.

This time it's a private school recruiting office clerks, and it seems that it should be suitable for her. After handing in her resume, a man from Sven at noon asked her to put her resume down and called the next morning to ask about the results.

"Tell me the number and I'll call." Bai Xian said.

The channel switch from the town to the city, from the state-owned enterprise system to the market life, has made her sense of existence gone.

Hearing Bai Xian report her name, she waited for a while, she might be checking the list, and then heard Bai Xian say thank you, and put down the phone. Bai Xian was silent for a long time, then turned his head, only to see that Chang Xia had fallen on the bed like a decadent piece of paper, and his hands were covered with withered leaves on his face.

Bai Xian's heart suddenly felt like a knife, and she wanted to pull Chang Xia up and break away Chang Xia's hand covering her face, her palms and face were all wet, her eyes were still closed and refused to open, and there were tears pouring out of the corners of her eyes. Bai Xianqiang endured the sourness in his heart, stretched out his arms and hugged Chang Xia tightly.

In six years, someone will give birth to a child, and the children are about to enter elementary school; Someone will accumulate a wealth of industry experience and connections and start a small company of their own.

And Chang Xia, six years in the town, only in exchange for a paper self-examination diploma. Once, she was so attractive, she was like a graceful and gorgeous peony flower in the town, and the thick petals attracted her to stop and watch, sigh with envy, and admire herself.

Now, the colorful peony has become just one of the countless waste papers of the Metropolis Talent Market, trampled on the soles of her shoes by the crowd, her name stamped with a jumble of shoe prints, and swept into the trash with a broom.

The effort was somewhat ridiculous.

Chang Xia buried his head in his arms and wept: "Why is it so hard to find a job?" ”

"I don't blame you, now is the peak of college students looking for jobs." Bai Xian patted Chang Xia's back softly: "Everything will be fine." ”

But that didn't give her comfort. Chang Xia broke free from Bai Xian's embrace and looked out of the window blankly: "What day is this going to be?" ”

The scorching heat outside is about to fade, and the dark and fragrant town is dusk, and everyone should get off work. After dinner, you can go swimming with your swimsuit. Chunshan and the others took their children for a walk in the stadium, and there were groups of people walking in twos, threes, threes, and threes. They are like flowers and plants, how leisurely they grow in their own life.

"And I, my roots have been pulled out of that mulberry field, where will my roots grow? Where is my life going to be green? The life that was once imagined has now become a reality, but how bitter and heavy this life is! Consistently unemployed. Chang Xia thought blankly.

"If it's still in Xili, maybe I'm swimming in the pool......" Chang Xia muttered.

"I'm afraid of you." Bai Xian said, and then he sighed heavily, silently, as if in a thousand words, and turned his back.

Chang Xia looked at Bai Xian's back, Bai Xian's back was not handsome and fluttering, Bai Xian's neck was short, between his head and the wide back, the neck was like a low tree stump, which made people feel that they could bear the weight.

Chang Xia knew that her regretful posture had hurt Bai Xian, but she didn't know what to do? She could only look at the almost white sky outside the window with deeper confused and helpless eyes. But Bai Xian turned around by himself, and he could bear the grievances.

He sat down beside Chang Xia, grabbed one of Chang Xia's hands, and held it in his own.

"Natsu-chan." He said that Chang Xia raised her confused eyes to look at him, and every time she heard him call her name, a warm stream of love would rise in her heart, like the gurgling of a hot spring in the mountains, rising from the warm smoke. This is the flow of emotions between lovers, like the emotional resonance response that an art form can only provoke in a particular appreciator.

"Difficulties will pass. Everything will be fine," he said again with a smile as he stared into her eyes.

Chang Xia nodded unconsciously. Sometimes, although love is extravagant, but if there is no love, how can this day go on in the summer? Only this love, this love is like the warm cotton in the house on a murmuring rainy night. This love, this embracing love is like a lonely boat in the vast black sea, carrying her, you can go down.

(b)

Experience, and experience, is there no experience, and without experience, there is no way for people to live in this world? Chang Xia felt a great resentment in his heart.

Yesterday, the small company that smelled of the toilet smelled, and the man said to her coldly, okay, put your resume here, go back and wait for news! Chang Xia already knew, and when he came back, there was no news to wait for.

Chang Xia had an impulse to find someone to theorize in her heart, but she couldn't control it, she stared at the button, and her mouth was dry as if she had been exposed to the sun. However, the anger in my heart was like a sword reaching my fingers, and my fingers grabbed the microphone. As soon as his heart softened, the invisible sword disappeared, and the microphone retreated from his hand.

But his hands lingered on the edge of the table and refused to leave. Be crazy, it's better to be crazy than to be forever weak.

Judging from the cold and capable voice, it was the thin man with sharp eyes who answered the phone when she interviewed her yesterday afternoon, "Hello! He said.

Chang Xia's heart was about to burst out of his mouth, and it seemed that he could bite it if he was not careful. "Hello, I'm the girl who came to interview the administrative secretary yesterday afternoon. I know it's unlikely that I'll be accepted, but I'd like to talk about my perspective on the experience. ”

"Well, you say." He was listening with interest.

Chang Xia took a deep breath, and as she spoke, she suddenly forgot herself. During this time, she has been flipping through a book left by Bai Xian: "Chess in the World".

The legend of that woman inspired her deeply. Huddled in bed in the dark, Chang Xia asked himself, why can't it? Didn't she leave the town with a passionate dream? The woman's inflated enthusiasm seemed to pull another person, Chang Xia, out of her original body.

However, these days are always hitting a wall, and the passion is like a frenzied candle blown by the first wind. But now, she seems to have found her own language again: "It's true that a company hires people with experience, but I don't think experience is crucial, sometimes experience is a framework that restricts a person's creativity." What is more important is a person's attitude towards things. Do you know Dong Mingzhu, the vice president of marketing of Zhuhai Gree Air Conditioner Factory? She has grown from a marketing layman to a vice president of marketing in charge of a large group, during which she has relied on hard work, diligence, perseverance and loyalty to the company. ”

When the words ended, Chang Xia noticed the tremor in her tone, she Chang Xia was inexperienced, couldn't the world give her a chance?

There was silence for a long time, and then he said, "In this case, you can come and meet with our president Wang again." ”