My Youth Is Over

She stayed up late to sort out her postgraduate entrance examination notes for her boyfriend, but received a bed photo from her best friend. I smashed my mobile phone in the heavy rain, turned around and walked into the private room of the Internet cafe to spend the night preparing for the exam. Three years later, as an interviewer, I met a scumbag who came to apply for a job and tore up his resume in person: "Thank you for letting me know that the shortcut to the end of youth is sobriety." The sun was shining outside the window, and the words "Director" on her nameplate shone brightly.