My name is Chen Mo, I am 27 years old, have a college degree, I was laid off, and I deliver food.
With a deposit of 127 yuan, there is still a shortfall of 400 yuan for the rent and a shortfall of 3,800 yuan for my sister's tuition. This is my whole life.
That day I was climbing to the sixth floor to deliver food, stepped on a puddle of oil, rolled down the stairs, and hit the back of my head on the wall. I was unconscious for more than ten seconds. When I woke up, everything changed.
I can see other people's yesterdays.
No, not all of them—the moments when they least wanted to be seen. The client who cried all night, clutching the pregnancy test form; the gangster squatting in the alley smoking a cigarette, his mother lying on the bed in the dialysis room; the surgeon who was cornered by a medical dispute, his anger and powerlessness.
I just wanted to survive. Then I wanted to help someone. Later I discovered that everyone in this city was hiding secrets, and I happened to be the one who could see the secrets.
Starting from 127 block 3, climb out from the mud at the bottom. These hands have no other ability, they just see a little more yesterday than others.
But the more I read, the more I understand one thing - what I couldn't get over yesterday may not be enough today. Unless someone gives you a hand.
I don't know if this ability is a gift or a curse. But since you have it, use it.
——Even if the price is an increasingly painful head and the danger of being targeted.
