We didn't escape the seven-year itch

Chapter 10

Song Mingke waited for three days and received several phone calls and emails in reply.He picked and picked, and decided to interview with two companies he was interested in.They are all advertising companies, and they are considered professional counterparts.

Besides him, there were many fresh graduates waiting for the interview. Standing among a group of graduates, he seemed a little stiff and stiff.

The interview process was ordinary, until at the end, one of the interview managers asked him: "I see that you haven't been looking for a job for so many years, why do you suddenly want to look for a job?"

Song Mingke froze for a moment, then smiled at the interviewer, "I just realized that I should return to the normal track."

The manager nodded and let him out.

Song Mingke walked out of the small conference room and looked sideways at the tall buildings outside the window.In one cubicle after another, there are people running on the so-called normal trajectory.

Is that right?

Song Mingke thought that the interview was a failure, but unexpectedly received a call to let him join the job two days later.

When Song Mingke told Chu Yi at night, Chu Yi nodded, "If you want to go, go, I will see you off tomorrow?"

Song Mingke shook his head, "Forget it, if it's not on the way, I'll just drive there by myself."

Chu Yi rubbed Song Mingke's soft hair, "Okay, you can do it yourself."

"Ah."

Song Mingke's car was parked downstairs in the company, and he was standing in front of the car wearing a light blue shirt and a long black windbreaker.The autumn wind messed up his hair, Song Mingke looked up at the logo of the new company hanging on the wall.

What kind of mood does Chu Yi feel when he goes to work every day?

It was too late for him to think about it, it was getting late, Song Mingke could only rush into the building, squeeze into the elevator, and watch the fully loaded elevator move up and down in a hurry.

On the first day, Song Mingke was not assigned a specific job, but was assigned to a group to work on projects together.

He was hired together with his younger brother, who graduated from the same university with a difference of six or seven years.

The younger brother smiled at him, "Brother? Can I call you that? I graduated from advertising."

Song Mingke smiled, "I've graduated, so don't call me that, just call me by my name."

The little junior scratched his head, "Let's call you 'Brother Song'."

Junior brother is like all fresh graduates, full of hope and vitality, Song Mingke inexplicably feels a little old.

The team leader handed them both a thick set of materials, "Here are some materials from our company. After you read them as soon as possible, you can start working on projects with the team."

Song Mingke took the materials and sat in his seat to look at the materials at a glance.I didn't expect to work overtime on the first day of work. When I received a call from Chu Yi, Song Mingke hadn't finished reading.

"Have you got off work?"

"No, but soon." Song Mingke rubbed his stiff neck and said to the person on the phone.

"Ah."

"I'll be back in a while."

"Okay." Song Mingke heard Chu Yi answer on the phone, then hung up the phone and put down the phone to continue browsing the materials.

The junior brother came over, "Brother Song, have you finished watching?"

Song Mingke looked up at him, a little surprised, "Have you finished reading? I..."

The junior brother chuckled, "I read books every day at school. I read books faster. I think it's okay. Where's Brother Song?"

Song Mingke waved his hand, "No, I can't compare with you."

"No, no, Brother Song is just not used to it, and it will be fine in two days." The younger brother tugged at the bag in his hand, "Brother Song, my girlfriend is waiting for me downstairs, so I will leave first."

Song Mingke smiled and urged him, "Go down quickly, don't let the girl wait for you."

The little junior smiled happily, and quickly walked towards the elevator.

Song Mingke walked out of the building, looked at the completely dark sky, and wrapped her windbreaker tightly around her body.The autumn wind was a bit bleak, wrapped in yellowing leaves, and the little street lights were flickering. Song Mingke looked at the lights of Wanjia, and suddenly thought of Chu Yi.

There is always a family of lights that belong to him.

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