The raindrops weave diagonally and hit the plastic roof of the supermarket warehouse, making a monotonous crackling sound. Sikong Daye squatted next to boxes of mineral water, holding a marker in his hand and checking the purchase list. She is a purchasing clerk at a community volunteer service station, and her daily job is to deal with these firewood, rice, oil, salt, and masks and disinfectants, which are as trivial as the continuous rainy season, and they are sticky and clinging to her body.
