I remember when I just graduated and went for an interview at an internet company. During the interview, the manager asked me to wait outside. I waited for nearly two hours without any news. In July, in Shenzhen, I was parched and sweating, my shirt completely soaked.

The young girl at the front desk handed me a bottle of iced red tea, placed the drink next to my seat, and quietly told me: That position has long been internally decided, the manager is deliberately keeping you waiting. You should finish your drink and go home early.

I was half-convinced; just before noon, the manager called me into the office, asked me a few simple questions about my situation, and told me to wait for news.

I waited for two hours, and the interview lasted less than two minutes. I felt quite uneasy.

As I was leaving, it started to pour rain. I stood at the door, feeling dejected, waiting for the rain to stop. After a while, I saw that young girl at the front desk again. She waved at me: I have an umbrella; I'll take you to the subway station.

She was a girl from rural Hunan, a year younger than me, with very ordinary features and figure, but in my entire life, I have never seen a girl more beautiful than her.

Life is full of flavors; I am grateful for the sweet people life has given you.