Su Yang woke up in the hospital, unable to remember anything except his name. In his pocket were just twenty-three yuan and fifty cents, an old-model phone, and a crumpled recruitment ad for a delivery platform. Starting with his first order, he rode his electric scooter through the city’s arteries, meeting all kinds of people along the way and gathering fragments of the world around him. Little by little, he pieced together what it meant for an “ordinary person” to live.
