[Looking for relatives + warmth in the market + light suspense]
At 2:47 a. M. Every day, I deliver the first takeout order.
Address: Room 401, Building 4, Taoyuan Community.
Three months in a row, but I don't remember it at all.
Until one day, a note was slipped under the door of 401: "Don't leave, it will only take three minutes, please."
Until a strange number sent me a private message: "You may forget it tomorrow."
Until the former deliveryman left an old note: "Don't trust anyone..."
Three years later, I remembered: behind the 401 door, there was a woman who didn't dare to turn on the light, and an unknown number who didn't dare to show her face.
Through searching and verification, I found the key, the Golden State, the pomegranate tree, and the red door...
What I lost was not a key, but a home. I have a sister and I have a mother. I forgot all about it.
