My electric car was smashed.
It was parked on the side of the road. When I went in to deliver a package, the air conditioner upstairs flew down from nowhere and hit my broken Emma.
The frame of the bicycle was broken into two parts, the front wheel rolled three meters away, and the contents of the express box were scattered on the floor.
I squatted in front of the pile of junk, took out my mobile phone, took a photo, and posted it on WeChat: "My first car, died."
After I posted it, I realized that my circle of friends had exploded.
All the messages flooding the screen have the same content: The end is coming.
