After three years of delivering food, Lin Feng learned one thing: patience.
I endured bad reviews, endured deductions for money, endured a broken elevator to climb to the 18th floor, endured my mother chewing cold steamed buns on the hospital bed and saying "it's not a big problem."
Until that rainy night, a woman glanced at him like she was looking at trash. His lower back was burning. Not anger. It is a kind of power that surges out from the seams in the bones - when others look down on you, you will become stronger.
The woman's name is Su Min. 34 Years old, divorced, severely depressed. She wrote more than thirty words in the note, but there was no trace of life in her eyes.
He saved her. She began to wait for him.
But the mother's surgery fee was still 100,000 yuan short. He hadn't figured out how to say anything about his sister picking up bottles at the garbage station.
This is the story of a delivery boy. It is also a story about a person who was stepped down by everyone and stood up bit by bit.
