Suddenly hearing this song-Nanjing, I will think of those years when I ran around alone for no reason.
A person, a backpack, is like this every day, wearing an expressionless mask, sitting alone on the 1 line, wearing headphones, listening to the noisy death metal, watching the obscure philosophical history in the library APP, and then rushing through the underground of this city that doesn't belong to me, going straight to the elevator and starting a day's work in the cubicle. At lunch, we will order dried plums from the canteen in the alley. At dinner, we may drink with different friends or taste braised chicken belonging to one person. If it is early in the evening, I will read biographies or poems borrowed from Nanjing Library. Of course, most of the time it is the peace elite or Tik Tok.
so this is it？
Gradually gain some experience, gradually accumulate contacts, and take a walk in American-funded, domestic-funded and joint ventures, both formal and informal industries. There may be promotions and salary increases, job hopping and job transfer, assistants, directors, managers, directors and presidents. Monthly salary over 10,000, annual salary of one million, five insurances and one gold, overseas travel.
and then
Is this the life I want?
Really not, I want to have my own career, I want to have my own life, so I have my first shop, hatch it well, come on, the west wind is full of sleeves.