hello fireman

Chapter 5
Participating in the job fair, everyone in Lao Mi's family was happy, only Mi Guo was not happy.

It's not that she abandoned her ideals, how unwilling and lost, but her experience of participating in the job fair can be written into a history of blood and tears.

Since graduation, she has participated in no less than ten job fairs in city A.Mama Mi once gave her infinite hope that the possibility of changing jobs was shattered time and time again. Her recruitment experience is the real version of death. Everyone, almost everyone, will look at it with strange and fearful eyes she.

Seeing that her scalp was numb, seeing that the courage she had accumulated with great difficulty was being destroyed bit by bit.

of course there are exceptions.

Mi Guo lowered her head, looked at the exquisite business card in her hand that seemed to have a hint of warmth, and gently read the name on it: "Li Chengxun."

Li Chengxun.

It was the interviewer who gave her one last chance.

Although the result was no different from before, he was the only "outsider" who made her feel warm these days.

His companion threw down her information bag and left, avoiding the gesture of disgust, which made Miguo, who has always been tolerant and indifferent, feel a bit of shame and anger. He thought he would leave with him, just like those people in the past, except Indifference, nothing will be left behind.

He really left, but he turned back halfway and stuffed this business card into her hand.

"Call back according to the number above, and I will notify you when I have a chance." He was like a big brother next door, with a calm and friendly tone.

Before he could thank you, he left in a hurry.

Trying hard to remember his appearance, that tall and thin back, delicate silhouette, a good man who gave her hope.

The phone sings in the pocket.

Concentrating on it, Mi Guo took a small breath and picked it up: "Mom!"

"Guoguo! How's it going? Is there a unit that accepts you?" Mama Mi's eager voice was on the other end of the phone.

Migo is very sad, she doesn't know how to answer her mother.

"Not yet... But, Mom, someone left me a business card today!" Mi Guo raised her hand, as if she wanted to let Mi Mama see this meager hope.

"Really!! That's great!! Guoguo, Mom is so happy for you!" Mama Mi's excited cry attracted Papa Mi in the kitchen, who snatched the phone, "Guoguo, I'm Daddy, I'm done. I want to go home early, Dad will cook pork ribs for you, your favorite food!"

Miguo's eyes felt hot, before he could speak, a gust of cold wind blew over.She shivered in the cold wind and rain, and made a slight sound, which attracted Papa Mi's attention, "Is it cold, Guoguo, go home quickly! Even if you can't find a job, your mother and I can support you , don’t be afraid, kid, there’s daddy here!”

Mi Guo choked up, and the little chill on her body turned into deep guilt. She couldn't do anything well, and always made her parents worry about her. .

In the end, I still couldn't go home.

Miguo, who has achieved nothing, can't face her family who loves her.

She walked aimlessly on the street, the rain gradually lightened, but it was also dark.Her biological clock has always been very accurate. When it is time to eat, her stomach will automatically remind her of the time.

Rice crackers are a foodie.

In any case, she can become a slave to food.

This moment is no exception.

As if consciously, she walked around indiscriminately, and walked outside the seafood stall she was most familiar with.

This is a well-known snack street in City A. The seafood stall is in the middle of the street, surrounded by a small square. In summer, diners like to sit outside and eat and chat. In winter, the tables are moved into the house. It's gone, only the advertising panels around the square are left.

Today's exhibition boards are bright red, without lighting to enhance the atmosphere, it is eye-catching.

Safety is connected to thousands of families.

The fire department is tied to you, me and him.

It turned out to be a fire protection publicity display board.

Before Miguo walked into the seafood stall, he glanced at the billboard on the right. It was a very shocking photograph. A soldier in orange firefighting uniform was rushing into the fire in reverse, surrounded by people running in panic. The masses of the people, and what he left behind is only a stalwart figure and three huge Arabic numerals.

119.

(End of this chapter)