Zhang Wei, an ambitious young man who had just stepped out of college, stepped into this bustling city with infinite longing for the future. With a determined light shining in his eyes, he firmly believed that with the knowledge and talents he accumulated during college, he would be able to carve out a brilliant career of his own in this vast world.
However, reality was like a heavy sap, ruthlessly crushing his dream. The carefully prepared resumes that Zhang Wei submitted seemed to have disappeared into the sea, without any news. In every interview he attended, the interviewers were either indifferent or perfunctory, causing his originally fiery heart to gradually cool down and sink into an endless abyss of darkness.
Zhang Wei lives in a small and simple rental house on the edge of the city. The room was dark and damp, filled with a pungent musty smell. The walls are mottled and peeling off, as if telling the vicissitudes of time. The furnishings in the house were extremely simple. A shabby single bed, a rickety table, and a chair that was about to fall apart were all his belongings.
In order to save every penny, Zhang Wei's daily diet is limited to cheap instant noodles. The monotonous taste echoed repeatedly in his mouth, but he could only accept it helplessly. The clothes on his body have been washed and turned white, and the soles of his shoes are also worn out, but he is still reluctant to replace them.
Every silent night, Zhang Wei would lie alone on the creaky little bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts intertwined like a mess. . . . . .
