In the dead of night, Lu Yu was lying on the sofa, flipping through the recruitment software over and over on his mobile phone.
The screen was filled with the words "under 35 years old" and "experience in cutting-edge technology required". He submitted more than a thousand resumes, but nothing came to mind.
Anxiety came over him like a tide. He got up and walked to the balcony to light a cigarette.
The city's neon lights were bright, but they couldn't illuminate the gloom in his heart.
In the smoke, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flashing across the roof of the old community opposite.
Lu Yu rubbed his eyes, thinking it was an illusion. How could someone be running on the roof of such a high building?
In the next few days, Lu Yu rushed to various job fairs, but repeatedly encountered obstacles.
That evening, he dragged his tired body through an antique street, hoping to find some bargains to decorate his home, which might make his wife happy.
In front of a dilapidated stall on the street, a blind old man was banging his hammer and hawking: "Exchange old things for new money, and those who are destined will get it..."
