The rain was pouring down.
Chu Mangyang huddled on the electric car seat, water dripping from the edge of the hood of his raincoat. The mobile phone screen glowed palely in the darkness - at 2:17 in the morning, the number of orders received: zero.
"Fuck the weather." He spat, and the salty rainwater flowed down the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, my arm suddenly hurt.
"Hiss——" Chu Mangyang lowered his head and saw a mosquito. The red spots on the black background were ridiculously large and were sucking blood from his forearm. He raised his hand to swat it, and the mosquito flew up with a buzz, drew a strange arc in the rain curtain, and disappeared.
