When Jiang Xiaochuan hung the last takeaway order on the handlebar, it was already dark. It didn't get dark slowly, but it was like someone poured a basin of ink in the sky, and with a bang, nothing could be seen. Before the street lights could turn on, only the dashboard of the electric car emitted a circle of pale light, which shone on his wet raincoat with an unreal, fish-scale brightness. It's been raining all day, not the kind of gentle, spray-like drizzle, but the kind of heavy rain that hurts when it hits your face, like someone throwing steel buckets from the sky.
He lowered his head and glanced at the screen of his mobile phone, which showed the delivery address of this order - No. 7, Area B, Cuipingshan Villa Area. There was a line written in the remarks column: "It's raining too much. Please hurry up. It's urgent. When it's time to make a call, don't ring the doorbell." Hurry up. He smiled bitterly. He had been riding in the rain for eleven hours. His legs were weak, his hands were stiff, and his eyes were blurred by the rain. Everything he saw seemed to be through a layer of frosted glass. But he still turned the accelerator, and the electric car slipped in the water and stabilized again. This car has been with him for two years and is more reliable than any other landlord. The landlord will raise the rent, but this car will not. It will only use its pair of flat tires to tell him when he is so tired that he is about to fall off the car: he can still walk, he can still walk.
