It rained like the sky was leaking.
I turned the switch, and the little electric donkey plowed out a white wave in the water. The "Are you full" box hanging on the front of the car made a clanging noise, and the spicy hotpot inside might have turned into spicy bibimbap. The phone buzzed in the waterproof bag, and I knew it was the platform urging me to place an order without looking at it.
"Fuck!" The tire ran over the pothole, and muddy water splashed all over my trouser leg. With this damn weather, it was really unlucky to accept this order. In the old industrial area in the south of the city, the roads were as bad as if they had been bombarded, the navigation signal was intermittent, and the blue dots on the mobile phone screen were wandering around like a drunkard.
Turning into Shengli Road, most of the street lights were broken, and the remaining ones were clinging to life in the rain. The light was as dim as urine overnight. Ahead is the back door of Hongfa Machinery Factory, where the address left by "Master Zhang" on the order form is. I wiped the rain off my face and squinted to find the house number.
