Many days have passed, and during this period I have been submitting resumes to find jobs. Yang Fan and his company have a short annual leave, so he has already gone back to work. However, the annual leave time of some companies is different, so I have submitted so many companies' resumes and it feels like I have sunk into the ocean, and there is no news.

In fact, in the resumes I submitted in the past few days, two companies asked me to have an interview, but the salary I offered in the end was too low, so I didn't accept it.

At around 5 o'clock this afternoon, I experienced another failed interview. Basically, during the interview, the interviewer asked you to go back and wait for the notification. When the results were found in about three to five days, I knew there was no chance because I had already had too many similar experiences... On the way back, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't been chatting with the uncle on the overpass for some time, and I didn't know how he was doing this Spring Festival this year. After thinking about it, I decided to go to the overpass to find him.

Now several days after the New Year have passed, so Guangzhou has returned to its former bustling and bustle, no longer an "empty city". I walked up the stairs of the overpass, but heard the sound of the Erhu, and there were more than a dozen people scattered around. When I walked past, I saw that the person playing the Erhu was the uncle I was looking for. Good guy, when did the Erhu come up?

I walked over in the direction of the crowd and followed the people next to me to appreciate his music. I don’t know if it was because of my ignorance or the original song, but I couldn’t understand what the music played by the uncle at this time was, but I only knew that it was a very desolate song. Judging from his intoxicated expression, it seemed like I was recalling the past and savoring the deepest loneliness in the dusk.

I leaned against the railing of the overpass and joined the auditory feast like the people around me. Maybe the song was too desolate, and with the scenery of dusk at this time, it was inevitable that people would remind people of many things. I think the uncle also thought so. Look at his expression of intoxication with his eyes closed, probably recalling the past he told me. If he had not experienced that change, he might have been a famous figure in the business world now.

There are leaders in each era, which makes me think of Lao Cheng. If he hadn't been to take care of our family, he wouldn't have been left with his partner with money. And I would have become a rich second generation. How could I have kept a four-digit bank card password like now, and I had a four-digit deposit, or two thousand... I felt really shabby. But, how could there be so many "if" things in this world?

......

After the song was played, the uncle slowly opened his eyes and returned to reality from the memories. There was a burst of applause from the people around him, and many people put the money in the bowl in front of the uncle. I saw several of them that were fifty or one hundred. It seemed that the uncle had a lot of gains tonight!

"It's so nice. Can you play another song for everyone?" A middle-aged man in the crowd praised as he looked at the uncle.

The uncle smiled politely and shook his head, waved his hand to refuse. The people around him expressed regret and had to leave. After all the people had dispersed, I lit a cigarette and walked towards him.

"I also think it sounds very good. This is a very artistic song, but I have never heard it before. Uncle, can you tell me what the song is called?" I asked while taking out a cigarette from the cigarette box and handing it to him.

He smiled, took my cigarette, and replied, "Of course you haven't heard it. This is a song I wrote myself a long time ago, called "Like the Flowing Years""

"Listen quietly to a song, it's like water flowing years. The name of the song just fits the artistic conception of "like water flowing years". Time flies, the past is fleeting, and the years are not forgiving people!" I sighed, stopped, and then asked, "Didn't someone ask you to do it again just now? Why don't you continue to drag it down?"

"Music is like tasting wine, just drink it. Don't drink it, otherwise you will lose your original taste."

He clearly said something serious, but when I saw his face showing off, I couldn't help laughing: "Uncle, if you were in ancient times, you wouldn't be a scholar, but also a talent!" I gave him a thumbs up and praised him.

He waved his hand and said modestly: “I dare not, I dare not.”

I looked into his bowl and said, "I didn't expect that singing can make so much money. I said, "Where did you get a erhu? In this case, I will bring a guitar on another day and sing with you."

The uncle took a sip of cigarette, narrowed his eyes into slits, and replied, "I guess there is no chance, because I may be moving away soon. Change places from time to time. This is a habit of wandering for many years."

Before I could ask him where he was going, he continued, "You don't have to ask me where I went, because I didn't think about it myself, but I will come back again. Please leave me a contact information."

I took out paper and pen from my shoulder bag, wrote my phone number and gave it to him. The uncle nodded and accepted it. At that moment, I was suddenly moved and disappointed, because it meant that I had one less person to talk to.

After a while of silence, I couldn't help asking: "Don't you feel tired of living a life of being a family every day? With your original abilities and the personal resources you have accumulated before, it is quite easy to make a comeback or find a good job."

"Most people die in their twenties and thirties because after this age, they are just their own shadows, and the rest of their lives will be spent imitating themselves. Day after day, they will repeat what they do, think, love and hate in their lifetimes in a more mechanical and pretentious manner." He was not in a hurry to reply to what I said immediately, but murmured softly, paused, and continued: "Maybe I will return to the business world one day, but maybe I will wander around for the rest of my life from now on, haha, who knows?"

I said in one sentence that the author quoted by the uncle and said his own opinion: "Romain Rolland's classic quote... Some things are not good if you see too thoroughly. We live in a world of gray and white. If you are always close to gray, then all your thoughts and thoughts are gray, and life is full of negative energy, how boring that is."

"A raincoat can be used for life without wind and rain. No matter what color it is, living a clear and comfortable life is the most important thing. Understanding the essence of things will make you relax, don't you think?"

I nodded thoughtfully and did not refute what the uncle said. Everyone has their own thoughts, so why should I impose my own thoughts on others? Maybe he is right. However, I still hope that he can cheer up and recreate the glory of that year. Well, including myself, if you can't be a rich second generation, then try to become a rich generation.

In the evening, I turned on the computer in my room and continued to browse the information on the recruitment website. After reading the entire page of the recruitment information, until the prompt popped up "There is no more data" popped up below. I had to bounce the web page back to the top. At this moment, the first message on the page caught my attention, which was the recruitment information of Xingchen International. Event planning position, 5-7k salary, requires more than one year of work experience. My eyes quickly obtained key information, and at the same time I remembered the suggestions Han Yue gave me at that time. I hesitated for a while, and finally decided to click "Submit Resume".

After submitting my resume, I closed the computer and breathed out. I didn’t know if there was any show in the resume I submitted this time. If I don’t find a job, I will have to drink the northwest wind...

......

The next morning, I was awakened by the vibration of my phone. I touched the phone in a daze, pressed it directly to answer the call, and said weakly: "Hey, who?"

"Hello, are you Mr. Cheng?"

"Yes, right." I turned over and covered my forehead with one hand.

"That's right. I'm the hR of Xingchen International Guangzhou Branch. I saw that you submitted your resume to our company. After reading the resume, I felt that you were more suitable for our position, so I would like to invite you to interview at 2:00 this afternoon. Is it convenient for you to see it?"

When I heard the four words "Star International", I suddenly woke up and lost all sleepiness. I immediately sat up from the bed. I looked at the time. It was 9:37 in the morning, and the remaining time was enough for me to prepare.

"Yes, I will go to the interview on time." There was an unconcealed excitement in my tone.

"Okay, I will give you an interview invitation later. Please check it out carefully. See you in the afternoon!"

After hanging up the phone, I jumped up from the bed, clenched my fists with my right hand, and shouted happily: "yes!"

"Click."
Chapter completed!