Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Is it true? How could the headquarters have an intern?"

"Of course it is true. I heard that this time the design department intends to recruit interns in our school. The interview will begin. If the performance is good, the head office will directly accept after graduation."

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

Tao Zi rolled her eyes, "Do you really think Tang's progress is so good? As for your grade, can you say that you can make it? My mother took a lot of effort to get a place."

Ning Meng dropped her shoulders in discouragement, and said with some envy: "You are so lucky!"

Here, Chen Cheng patted Song Zhixing's shoulder. She didn't look up, she just listened to Chen Cheng: "Xingxing, you try it."

Song Zhixing held his pencil and tightened his hand. "I've planned to find an internship in Lingshi."

Chen Cheng held her over. "You never thought, why did Tang's headquarters suddenly recruit interns? Why are we targeting our school? How can there be such a coincidence in the world?"

"This is just a cooperation between Tang's and the government, to assist college students and provide us with jobs. As for Tang's only for our school, it was drawn by lot." Song Zhixing explained calmly, not seeing anything on his face. Waves.

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

Song Zhixing took a piece from a pile of newspapers on the table and handed it to her. "Recently, the newspaper has been writing about government-enterprise cooperation projects. I only turned it over when it was the most prosperous."

Chen Cheng glanced at it and found that it really happened. It turned out that he really thought too much.

She folded the papers and put them back again. "Xingxing, your professional grade is now the first in our department. Even if you go for an interview, I believe it will pass."

"Sorry, only one for interior design!" Tao Zi smiled and poked her head and patted herself, "It's already settled, Miss Ben is also, none of you can play the idea of ​​this position. I heard Tang brothers Every one is so messy, I'll be happy this time. If you're lucky, maybe you can find my mother a beetle, don't you think? "

"Don't think about it. Handsome is handsome, but each one has a name, you have no hope." Chen Cheng wanted to dispel Peach's thoughts.

"Who lied? My mother said that the second grandfather of the Tang family in the head office has no girlfriend until now."

"Everyone is 33. You haven't heard of a man who is 30 years old and not married without a girlfriend, either impotence or GAY."

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

"How do I think that you pay special attention to the second grandpa of the Tang family, even how old they are so clearly. Orange, you slandered him so much in front of me, in fact, you are afraid that I will become your enemy. Do you worship him, too?

"Yeah, the worship is terrible!"

"You save, if the second elder is met by me, I must win him!" Tao Zi vowed, confident.

Song Zhixing put down his pen, rolled up the sketch, stood up, and greeted Chen Cheng: "I'll print the drawings. Pack your luggage first."

After that, got up and walked out of the dormitory. Tao Zi and Ning Meng both looked at the back in unison, "Orange, why does she look dull and have a mind?"

"People you like are being stunned, but you can't do anything else, it's not boring." Chen Cheng mumbled.

She actually knows the stars best. In the past three years, she looks like she's had a breeze and a breeze on the surface, but the facts are like drinking water, knowing her cold and warm. For such a long time, she never let go, even for a day, a moment, or a moment.

The sakura necklace on the neck is the best proof. One winter ago, when I went to the bathhouse to take a shower, the chain broke and fell off once. She searched in the snow with a flashlight all night long. Chen Cheng will never forget to see her the next day-the whole person has been frozen into a popsicle, and her lips are purple. In the end she had an asthma attack and pneumonia. She walked around the gate 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 school sister who has a good relationship with myself.

"Stars, Orange said you were here, so I came over to you."

"Is there a part-time job?" Song Zhixing asked holding the drawing. In recent years, Xuejie has introduced herself to many good jobs. Her first part-time job was also introduced by the other party.

"Well. Did you not go back this summer?"

Song Zhixing smiled and nodded, pressing down bitterly.

She actually didn't go back, but she was homeless. She is now an orphan.

"Then you can come with me in two days." Xuejie handed her an address. "This is a high-level reception, we do welcome service. It may be a bit hard to stand for a few hours, are you okay? "

"Of course no problem." Song Zhixing agreed without hesitation. Standing for a few hours, now for her, it is not a long time ago. In recent years, she has distributed leaflets on the street under the scorching sun, and she has done all kinds of work to sell. She has done all kinds of work, and she has already been intoxicated.

"That's the order. I'll call you back then. I heard that this time I'm going to entertain super VIPs. The specifications are relatively high, so you have to put on some makeup by then."

"it is good."

Over the past two days, the people in the dormitory gradually left with their luggage. As usual, Song Zhixing lived alone. The whole lively building suddenly became quiet, making people feel empty and empty.

In fact, this has been the case for the past few years, and I already feel used to it.

She was alone in the dormitory, lying on the table and drawing the drawings explained by the client. The sight fell unconsciously on the previous newspaper.

There was never a picture of him in the newspaper. However, she always couldn't help looking at the news about Tang's news.

Now Tang Yu ... how are you doing?

Three years gone. Maybe there will be many, many, three years later ...

Now he should be the same as before, and don't want to see himself again.

She thought to herself, with a pain in her heart.

Take out your resume and works from the drawer, and flip over. If she missed this opportunity, wouldn't there really be no chance of goodbye between them in the future?

She took a deep breath, and finally, carefully put her resume and work into a kraft paper bag. Turn on the computer again, click on his electronic file, hesitated for a moment, or send the resume.

She has long been no longer asking for what kind of future he has, but if she has the opportunity to meet again, it is not bad to just look at it from afar.