When I wake up every day, I first check the battery on my phone, and then the balance on my bank card.
A helmet, raincoat, power bank and an old electric car are all my belongings in this city. I have delivered soy milk at five in the morning, and fever-reducing medicine at eleven at night; I have seen people say thank you through the cracks in the door, and I have also seen people wishing that I would lose a day's salary because they were missing a pair of chopsticks.
I am familiar with the back door of every office building, know which community does not allow riders to enter, which restaurant is always the slowest in serving meals, and which shopping mall toilets do not chase people away. But in this city that I've traveled all over, few people know my name.
There is no legend in this book.
Each chapter only records my day.
It rains today and there may be traffic jams tomorrow. Some people get married, some break up, some wait for meals in the hospital, and some celebrate their birthdays alone in a mansion. And all I have to do is deliver what they need to the door before the countdown ends.
As for my own life, I can only wait until this order is delivered.
But after this order, there is usually another order.
