The bottom of society is often folded. The black truck driver who was eating pancakes and fruit at the roadside stall——
In the evening, he was respectfully called "Fifth Brother" by his subordinates. In the early morning, he finished work and returned to the rental house in the village in the city.
But late at night, I was saying "Dad, I'm sorry" word by word to the old man on the other end of the phone whose face he couldn't remember clearly.
