One Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Five Encounters (I)

"Is this true? How could the headquarters want interns?"

"Of course it's true. I heard that the design department is interested in recruiting interns at our school this time. Interviews will begin at the beginning of the semester. If you perform well, you will be accepted directly by the head office after graduation."

"Really? Then don't we all have a chance?" Ning Meng, another girl, was very excited.

Tao Zi rolled her eyes, "Do you really think it's so easy to get into Down's syndrome? With your grades, do you think you can get in? My mother spent a lot of effort to get a place."

Ning Meng dropped her shoulders in frustration and said with some envy: "You are really lucky!"

Here, Chen Cheng patted Song Zhixing on the shoulder. She didn't raise her head and only heard Chen Cheng say: "Xingxing, go and try it."

Song Zhixing's hand holding the pencil tightened, "I have already planned to find an internship unit in Ling City."

Chen Cheng turned her body over and said, "Have you never thought about why Tang's headquarters suddenly recruited interns? And why did it target our school? How can there be such a coincidence in the world?"

"This is just a cooperation between Tang's syndrome and the government. It assists college students and provides us with jobs. As for Tang's syndrome, it only targets our school. It was drawn by lot." Song Zhixing explained calmly, with no trace of emotion on his face. Waves.

Chen Cheng was stunned for a moment and looked at her suspiciously, "How do you know so clearly?"

Song Zhixing took a piece of newspapers from the pile on the table and handed it to her, "Recently, newspapers have been writing about cooperation projects between the government and enterprises. I only opened it when I was in bed."

Chen Cheng glanced at it and realized that it was indeed the case. It turned out that he was thinking too much.

She folded the newspaper and put it back, "Xingxing, your professional score is now number one in our department. Even if you go for an interview, I believe you can still pass."

"I'm sorry, we can only recruit one person for interior design!" Taozi looked down with a smile and patted herself, "It's already been decided, including me, and none of you can have an idea for this position. I heard that the brothers with Tang syndrome , every one of them is so handsome, I can feast my eyes on them this time. If I'm lucky, I might be able to find a rich husband for my mother, don't you think?"

"Don't think about it. He is handsome, but every one of them has their own names. You have no hope." Chen Cheng wanted to give up Tao Zi's idea.

"Who are you lying to? My mother said that the second master of the Tang family in the head office still doesn't have a girlfriend.

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"People are already 33. Have you never heard that a 30-year-old man who is not married and has no girlfriend is either impotent or gay."

Taozi glanced at Chen Cheng several times, and Chen Cheng looked back at her, "What are you looking at?"

"Why do I think you pay special attention to the second master of the Tang family? You know how old he is. Chengzi, you slander him in front of me so much, you are actually afraid that I will become your love rival. You also admire him, right?"

"Yeah, I admire you so much!"

"Save it for yourself. If I meet the second master, I will definitely capture him!" Taozi vowed, full of confidence.

Song Zhixing put down his pen, rolled up the sketch, stood up, and greeted Chen Cheng: "I'm going to print out the drawings. You can pack your luggage first."

After that, he stood up and walked out of the dormitory. Taozi and Ning Meng both looked at the back in unison, "Chengzi, why does she look depressed and worried?"

"The person I like is coveted by others, but I can't do anything. It's strange that I'm bored." Chen Cheng muttered.

She actually knows the stars best. In the past three years, she seemed to have lived a peaceful life, but the reality was that she was like a person who drinks water and knows whether she is warm or cold. For such a long time, she never let go, not even for a day, an hour, or a moment.

The cherry blossom necklace around her neck that has never been taken off is the best proof. A year ago in the winter, when I went to the bathhouse to take a bath, the chain broke and fell off once. She searched in the snow all night long with a flashlight. Chen Cheng would never forget how he saw her the next day - her whole body had been frozen into a popsicle and her lips were purple. In the end, she had an asthma attack and contracted pneumonia. At that time, she walked around the gate of hell and almost died.

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Song Zhixing went to the school's printing room. When I came out, I happened to meet the senior sister with whom I had a good relationship.

"Xingxing, Chengzi said you were here, so I came to find you."

"Do you have a part-time job?" Song Zhixing asked, holding the drawing. In the past few years, my senior sister has introduced me to many good jobs. Her first part-time job was also introduced by the other party.

"Yeah. Are you not going back this summer?"

Song Zhixing pulled his lips and smiled, nodded, and suppressed the bitterness.

It's not that she won't go back, it's just that she is homeless. She is an orphan now.

"Then you come with me to this place in two days." The senior handed her an address. "This is a high-end cocktail party, and we will provide welcome service. You have to stand for several hours, which may be a bit hard. Are you okay?" "

"Of course, no problem." Song Zhixing agreed without hesitation. Standing for several hours is no longer a hard task for her. In the past few years, she has done all kinds of jobs, including handing out leaflets under the scorching sun on the street, and being looked down upon door-to-door as a salesperson. She has already become invincible.

"Then it's settled. I'll give you a call then. I heard that the guests we're hosting this time are super VIPs with a relatively high standard, so you'll have to put on a little makeup."

"good."

In the past two days, people in the dormitory gradually left with their luggage. As usual, Song Zhixing lived alone. The whole building, which was originally bustling, suddenly became quiet, so quiet that it made people feel empty.

In fact, she had been living like this for the past few years and had long been accustomed to it.

She was alone in the dormitory, lying on the table drawing the drawings given by the client. Her eyes unconsciously fell on the newspaper before.

There was never a photo of him in the newspaper. However, she could not help but take a few more glances at the news about Tang's.

Is Tang Yu doing well now?

It's been three years since we last met. Maybe there will be many, many more three years later...

He should still be the same as before, and he doesn't want to see her again.

She thought to herself, and her heart ached.

She took out her resume and works from the drawer and flipped through them again and again. If she missed this opportunity, would they really have no chance to see each other again in the future?

She took a deep breath and finally put her resume and works carefully into the brown paper bag. She turned on her computer again, opened her electronic file, hesitated for a moment, and sent her resume.

She no longer expected to have a future with him, but if she had the chance to meet him again, just watching him from afar would be nice.