"By the way, when I talk about this, I remembered something. Last May, I met you an old lover, Erchun. She works on the city TV station and doesn't seem to be doing well."

When Yuanyuan told me the news in the afternoon, I didn't take it seriously.

The so-called second spring is the second spring in my life.

At this moment, seeing Erchun in front of me, I can finally understand what it means to write a book by chance.

Memories belong to lonely people. In fact, many times, trying to recall something will never bring any benefits except making you heart-wrenching. But a girl I haven't seen for many years appears in front of me alive. If I don't have some memories, I'm so sorry to the audience.

Before talking about Erchun, I have to talk about my work experience first.

To put it bluntly, I met Erchun because of a job.

My work experience in that era can be described as tragic. I have served plates and washed dishes in restaurants, counted signs in Chuanchuanxiang, worked as a security guard in hotels, handed out flyers on the streets, and after experiencing such a series of rhyming jobs, the only one who doesn’t rhyme and has something to do with art is that I have worked as a sculpture apprentice for several months.

There is no doubt that I have never accepted these jobs in my heart, nor have I ever thought that I would do these jobs unremittingly in my life. Due to the conditions, as a person who ran away from home and dropped out of school, you have to find a way to support yourself.

At that time, I truly realized the importance of diplomas. Every time I went to a job fair, I had a strong sense of life. Any position I liked would require a bachelor's degree or above. I was eager to find a job with a literary and artistic point, but in fact, the job I could be competent with was probably the only one who was a clerk. When I thought I was despised and applied for a clerk, I found that people only recruited women.

The experience of applying for a clerk destroyed the last trace of my dignity. I deeply realized that if I want to live, it doesn’t depend on what job I want, but on what job I am willing to ask for.

At that time, Yuanyuan also advised me to lower my posture and get enough food and clothing first, so I put my posture to the lowest point and put it on the stance of whom I want me to go with. Not only did I go to job fairs, but I also often wandered on the street, paying attention to the recruitment advertisements posted at the doors of various stores on the street. I didn’t know whether to say that God will pay off or that fate deliberately joked with me. Anyway, I really found a very interesting advertisement.

It was a typing and copying shop, with a piece of paper posted at the door saying: Recruit a typist, and requires a high school degree or above, with a minimum of 60 words per minute.

My eyes were wet at that time, and I stopped talking about anything and it was you. This was a work tailor-made for me.

I walked in with excitement. The boss asked me to type on the spot. The interview effect was very good. My typing speed was quite good, which was far more than 60 words per minute. Then he looked at my high school diploma and made a confused statement: "If you want to get a fake certificate, you can at least get a university student. What's the use of getting a high school diploma?"

Perhaps because I felt that my personality was insulted, I said three words to him, "Dan, your mother", and then left.

How difficult is it to find a job? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

So many ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Looking back at my mental state at that time, I deserve the four words hysteria.

I often wonder, how low should my posture be for use by others? I still have a question, if I pretend to be a grandson for a long time, will I become a real grandson in the future?

When I was in my third year of high school, I left the school and went straight to a pheasant university where I could go to after paying the money. Logically, I wouldn’t have a high school diploma. Later, my class teacher was very kind and gave me a diploma. There was a problem at that time. I was far away from home, and my family found a photo of my crown-free from the second year of junior high school and handed it over, so my high school diploma was posted with a photo of my second year of junior high school.

At first glance, it really looks like a fake certificate, but it is actually the real thing.

That night, I really wanted to fill eight bottles of beer and fell drunk on the road, but the financial situation at that time caused me to not even have the courage to buy eight bottles of beer. At that time, I could only make a small bottle of Hongxing Erguotou. After a few bites, I immediately had a very rebellious idea that I wanted to take revenge on the whole society: Since it is really considered fake, will the fake become real?

I tore off my high school diploma, but after I tore off, I felt unsatisfied, so I lit it with a lighter. Seeing that the diploma turned into ashes, I felt like I was reborn in the fire.

At that moment, I felt that I was no longer a purple dragon, but an immortal bird, Ichiki.
Chapter completed!