Lin Zhou felt that he might not have read the almanac when he went out today.
He stared at the dark express box on the table that looked no different from a brick, muttering in his heart. Who sent this thing? The address clearly belonged to him, but in the sender column, there was a crooked smiley face, which seemed to be as perfunctory as possible.
"Old Lin, what kind of garbage did you find online again?"
Roommate Wang Peng poked his head out from behind him, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and asked vaguely.
"Fuck you, when have I ever scoured for garbage?" Lin Zhou replied angrily, but without stopping, he tore apart the express delivery in three strokes.
