I'm not going to see that new movie about jobs.

Absrtact: I'm not going to see that new movie about jobs. I don't want to read "Steve Jobs" written by Walter Isaacson. This is not because I think these efforts are not worthy of the remembrance of Steve Jobs. Just because I have a memory of this person. I cherish

I'm not going to see that new movie about jobs. I don't want to read "Steve Jobs" written by Walter Isaacson.

This is not because I think these efforts are not worthy of the remembrance of Steve Jobs. Just because I have a memory of this person. I cherish this memory very much. I do not want this small, fast-moving memory to break and be confused by the interpretation of others.

Here I will tell a few of my own stories about jobs. It's not just for you, it's for me. Because maybe I can think of him better in the process.

One thing to say is that I'm not very familiar with jobs, but I have a chance to meet him occasionally. Most of them are in the design review of the application I am responsible for. Of course, there will be other meetings, but I have never been to his house and have little time to be alone with him.

Of course I'm not his confidant. In fact, he may have been treating me like a "Safari guy". As far as I'm concerned, that's good, because jobs has a worse way of thinking about one person.

But Jobs also remembers my real name. Anyone at Apple or Pixar will tell you that-jobs knows your name is an honor. But occasionally it is a terror of responsibility. There is a price for honor.

I had the honor of working at Apple during the Apple revival period. I'd like to thank Scott Forstall for that. Thank him for hiring me and introducing me to jobs.

But the first time I saw Steve Jobs was not at Apple. It was also at the start of the next computer and its software NeXTSTEP (which later became Mac OS X) for developers to show. It's going to be a whole day, I don't remember where it was, it's about 1988 years.

Jobs was supposed to talk to our potential next developers at lunch. But at noon I remember that I was very hungry and wanted to find a quiet place to eat in that grotesque restaurant. I picked out a table that I thought was a lonely one. The result falls on a place that will soon be placed on the podium, and the distinguished speaker will soon come.

Jobs stepped into the podium from the side door. My proximity to him was enough for me to stand up and take two steps to shake his hand. But I'm not stupid enough to do that.

His clothes are a suit. It's obvious that he used to wear those days before he regained his jeans. Very professional dress up. Almost too serious. But it was with his solemn manner and his attentive gaze. Obviously, Jobs wanted to tell us something very important.

But we're all eating underneath. Some of us had not even begun, and the noise of the crackling of sandwiches, the tinkling of Forks, the hum of straws, the chewing noise of a chew, was a nuisance.

Apparently he wants us to be quiet. That's because he paused a few times to keep us silent. Out of respect, awe and perhaps a little fear, we try not to make a sound. But the damn thing is that the restaurant is now overcrowded and many people are swallowing and making a lot of noise. I can especially feel this because I sit so close to Steve Jobs.

Who arranged for him to speak at this time? Stupid bastard. It is quite possible that the man was subsequently dragged out and killed.

In short, the day I remembered Jobs ' seriousness and impatience. None of what he said was remembered.

After I started working for Apple in June 2001, I saw jobs in a couple of campus events, corporate meetings and a round-trip building. Sometimes in the company cafeteria Caffèmacs can also see him. He eats there like the rest of us. Often sit with Jony Ive.

I can't remember whether this happened before or after Apple released the first generation ipod, but it was a beautiful autumn day, and I was Cupertino with the first two engineers of my safari team, Ken Kocienda and Richard Williamson.

We sat at a table caffèmacs a double door. I can't remember what we discussed. If we were talking about "that project"-we would sometimes talk about it outside the office-it would be very quiet and obscure, because Safari was a double secret, only a few people knew.

Then, as we chewed sandwiches and salads with relish, Ken noticed a familiar face looking for a seat on the other side of the winding terrace in front of the restaurant. It turned out to be Bud Tribble.

Bud is known for running the Macintosh software team and one of the co-founder of Next, and Richard also worked at next in his early years. Bud also hired me in the Eazel, and Ken did it before he joined the Apple. In fact, it was Bud who helped me get Scott Forstall's interview with me to join Apple.

So all three of us know him well.

Bud finally sat down with a man with a back to us, 6 or 7 tables away from us. That's what Ken said: "Hey, Bud's over there!" Did you guys see that? What is he doing here? ”

Ken and I have not seen bud for months, and since Eazel has not seen it since the collapse, everyone is guessing why he is here. Tired of wild guesses, I finally stood up and shouted at him.

"Hey, bud!. Come and see your old man when you're done talking to that guy. Bud looked over, paused a little, and then the guy turned his head and stared at me.

Of course, that man is Steve Jobs.

I'll never forget that face-a slightly tilted face with a tight jaw and a frown, but with a smile, as if to say: "I don't know who you are, but I won't forget it." ”

I gasped.

When I sat back, at least I didn't say anything so self-righteous in front of my two engineers: "I'm so excited." "Even though that is my inner reflection.

After jobs turned around, Ken and Richard thought the scene was quite interesting. Before that, I thought they must have held their breath as well as I did.

To be Continued ...