star chaser poem

Routine employee interviews every month.

Xiang Shi sat in the meeting room with a straight suit.He came early, consciously sat in the lower seat next to the door, carefully folded the overlong computer cables in circles, and hid them in the U-shaped groove of the table.

The company's internal evaluation is usually conducted jointly by the immediate superior and another third-party leader that has nothing to do with the project.

The latter is like a mediator between employees and projects. Generally, situations that cannot be directly reported to the immediate superior, such as dissatisfaction with the work content or troubles in interpersonal relationships, can all be resolved through communication with them.

And now sitting across the table is the third-party leader in charge of Xiang Shi.

This is his second interview since he was transferred to Wu City.The other party was a middle-aged man in his 40s. His lips were dark, and the corners of his mouth drooped mercilessly. He was wrapped in a slim but ill-fitting suit, and a champagne-gold solid tie dangled I can't lift my eyes at all.

"I have a general understanding of the situation. This season, it is a bit difficult for you to maintain the last evaluation."

Not only is it a little difficult, it's almost impossible—his previous evaluation was top-notch.

"I know what you're thinking." The middle-aged leader didn't look at him, and typed non-stop while talking, "Listen to me, which project is not an opportunity for growth? You should pay more attention to what you can do now." Do something instead of using 'I'm going back to strategy anyway' as an excuse to get away."

"If I were you, I would be very grateful to the company for allowing me to get in touch with business knowledge in different fields, which is equivalent to cultivating me while receiving money. What a wonderful thing."

"Your vision is too narrow, and you can only see the gains and losses in front of you. You learn new things in this project, and the final beneficiary is you. I think you are very smart. Why is this idea unrealistic? You have been in the company for three years It's time, it's time to show some toughness." He spoke harshly, but the listeners didn't say a word.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Shi coldly, that gaze fell on him, like a frog's tongue licking a prey insect.

"Do you remember what you wrote in your annual goals for next year?"

"Promoted to Senior Consultant."

"Can it be achieved as planned?"

No.

Taking a deep breath, the eyes finally recovered a little, Xiang Shi looked straight into the other's eyes, and calmly replied: "Yes."

The sound of typing on the keyboard stopped abruptly, replaced by a curse that he had heard countless times since he was a child.

"do not let me down."

·

Under normal circumstances, it takes five years for fresh graduates to become senior consultants from entry to employment.

Xiang Shi's original plan was to complete her promotion in the fourth year, so she wrote such a sentence in next year's annual goal.

Of course, he didn't think about it at all when he set his goals: people are too complacent, and extreme joy will turn into sorrow.

He felt like a train, driving on the already laid railway, moving forward day and night according to the established direction; until one day, the railway suddenly drove him onto another track.He was still galloping at high speed as usual, and he didn't even look different from other trains—except that he didn't know where the destination was.

Now, the words and sentences that he swore to write are back in front of him again.It opened its noisy mouth and let out an extremely sharp mocking sound, and two terrifying legs grew out from under the mouth, chasing Xiang Shi endlessly, teaching him that there is no way to escape.

When I met Shao Ke in the tea room, I was still trapped in the narrow meeting room with all my thoughts.However, the person in front of him didn't know what he was thinking, and just stepped on a landmine.

"Did you go to the interview? How was it?"

Shao Ke was receiving hot water with his back turned to him. She didn't care until she got an answer, and continued to talk to herself: "I talked about it yesterday, and said that according to the current pace, I should be able to be promoted in the fifth year. Thank God."

He has a baby face, even though he has been working for three years, he still looks like a student looking for a job in a suit, and the tone of his speech just now is no different from "Great, I don't have to repeat a grade".

"I also want to get promoted quickly and raise my salary."

Xiang Shi said as she walked to the vending machine, tapped a button without looking at the shelf, and a can of refreshing drink fell out of the delivery trough.

There was a crisp sound as the gas broke through the metal seal.

So, when Shao Ke turned around again, what appeared in front of him was still the usual Xiang Shi.

"By the way, I won't have lunch with you today."

"Yan Chen?"

"No, I brought it myself."

Shao Ke's mouth seemed to be scalded by the hot water just connected, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'" - ​​needless to say, he knew the subtext, he had never seen Xiang Shi bring bento.

After a while, as if he had figured something out, he approached with a strange smile, "I wanted to ask you yesterday." After looking around, he covered his mouth with his hand and asked in a very low voice after making sure no one was there: "Your girlfriend was at home yesterday?"

The person who heard this sentence ruthlessly slapped off the hand that was trying to hide it, "I'm young."

"You two are still young?" He got excited all of a sudden, looked Xiang Shi up and down winkingly, "How did you catch up?"

"Get out." He kicked Shao Ke, and replied with a calm face: "Man."

The other party's shoulders collapsed in an instant, as if he didn't find it very interesting: "He made the lunch?"

It's not just lunch, breakfast and dinner are all included.

Suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, Xiang Shi gave a vague "hmm".

After getting the affirmation from the voice as thin as a gnat, Shao Ke couldn't help showing envy in his eyes, "It's okay for you to be young, what does he do?"

What flashed through my mind were the bright red rose petals under the corners of the eyes, the hands in black leather gloves, and the long smoky gray hair scattered on the shoulders.

"Singing."

"Indie musician?"

"An underground band."

Shao Ke's eyes widened in surprise, and her mouth could hardly be closed again, "I never thought you would have such a friend."

"This kind of friend?"

"Aren't the people around us pretty much the same? There are only a few schools that we graduated from. Especially those who went from the private primary school in Wu City to the university all the way, and when they joined the company, they still met classmates from elementary school and high school. It's like drawing a circle for myself, and never went out."

As Shao Ke said, Xiang Shi's elementary school and junior high school are the same private consistent school as Fu Jing's, and almost all the classmates who come and go around me know each other.It's just that Fu Jing continued to advance directly, and Xiang Shi went to another school with a higher enrollment rate.

"He should have been similar to us." When he said the next sentence, Xiang Shi felt unprecedented peace in his heart. "But I think he's better now."

"I still wanted to be a cartoonist when I was young, and my dad almost beat me to death."

Following the context of the imagination, Shao Ke's detached character is indeed more suitable for creative industries than pursuing rigorous logic and numbers.

"Then you found this job, are your family satisfied?"

"They are satisfied, but I am not." Rolling his eyes helplessly, the person in front of him began to complain: "Anyway, I have already understood that I will definitely not be able to be the top in this industry, because I lack enthusiasm and Ambition. Eating food is the biggest goal, and a beggar doesn't expect to get much sense of accomplishment from begging."

Hearing these words, Xiang Shi was quite surprised, and looked at Shao Ke in front of her: she was wearing the same custom-made suit as herself, a mechanical watch, and an employee card around her neck. The access card of the client's company—he couldn't help but have an illusion, as if there was no difference between them, and as if he only really met this person today.

The glass bottle in his hand has been emptied, and the artificially synthesized low-quality sweetness is constantly fermenting, gradually spreading a viscous and rigid bitterness, which wraps around Xiang Shi's tongue, making people speechless.

"So I'm very envious of you, Fa Xiao. Has he had a show recently? Can you take me to see it together?"

The next moment, Xiang Shi's surprise and Shao Ke's anticipation collided with sparks in mid-air, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he directly threw two words: "No."

·

On the subway home from get off work, Xiang Shi started a group chat "Sariel's Dads" at a habitual place, and everyone was discussing the matter of organizing a dinner party after the next live.

The performance he went to before was a platter, and some people would choose not to go because the band lineup was not to their liking; but this time the live is Sariel's special performance, and it is expected that most of the people in the group who live in Wu City will go to it .

He opened the voting page and clicked "Participate in a dinner party".

At this time, the phone vibrated again, and a new message banner popped up at the top of the display.

I thought it was "Sariel's fathers" again, but he took a closer look and found that the person who sent the message was "Xiang Shi's mother".

-Mother-

[Is this made by Jingjing?Looks delicious (wow)]

-Towards-

[It's made by him, it's super delicious. ]

-Mother-

[Don't just send food, send a photo of the two of you to mom to see (happy)]

Just as he was about to reply "No photo", a new message popped up on the screen.

-Mother-

[I haven’t seen Jingjing for a long time (I’m about to cry)]

Holding the phone, Xiang Shi deleted the three words in the input box and sent another sentence.

-Towards-

[Next time I will take him back. ]

Holding the empty bento box in his right hand, looking at the picture in the chat history, he suddenly felt hungry.

When the sensor light at the entrance was on, the house was quiet.The furnishings in the depths of the room were submerged in the darkness, as if they had put on a grim face the moment they entered the poem.

It was obviously the same scenery as usual, but now it was reflected in the eyes, but it seemed lifeless.

Throwing the bag directly in the corner, when he passed the kitchen, he found that the tableware and kitchen utensils used in the morning had been washed and hung on the draining rack.

Xiang Shi first went into the room to change her clothes. After returning to the living room, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Loud volume, let the lively sound fill the surroundings.

Glancing at the refrigerator, it was quite full.In addition to the original wine and drinks, there are a few more ingredients left over from cooking.Xiang Shi stared at the handful of green vegetable leaves, as if staring at an uninvited guest who broke into the door.

The few dishes he had eaten at noon were packed in crisper boxes, and he took them out one by one and sent them to the microwave oven; while waiting for the heating, he leaned against the wall boredly, passively receiving the contentless information on the TV Output, colorful screen light reflected on his face, putting on a mask with a weird expression on him.

Speaking of which, Fu Jing didn't know how to cook when she was studying. Rather, he used to be the one who always needed to be taken care of.There are so many annoying things in the world that make people breathless, but he never seems to be burdened by them, and he is simply responsible for interpreting himself.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the phone in his pocket vibrated faintly.Xiang Shi woke up like a dream, and the noisy sound of the TV came back to her ears.

It is a real-time notification that Weibo pays special attention to.

-Sariel Band-

new song. ——J

There are two pictures below.The first shot was of a computer screen overlaid with many audio tracks.The second one is a selfie with half of his head exposed. Judging from the color and design of the hat, he is wearing Xiang Shi's sweater.

The position of the face is blocked by a piece of paper.He zoomed in on the picture. Although it was very blurry, it was not difficult to find that it was the draft paper that Fu Jing used when writing a song at home yesterday.The two completely different handwritings are arranged up and down together, and the things that belong to me appear in the content of Sariel's account in circles.

Xiang Shi first liked this Weibo, and then started typing.When the end of the microwave sounded, he pressed the send button and stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

-Dumbo working hard-

[The clothes are so beautiful! (call)]