I lost my job as a reporter because I refused the unspoken rules of the newspaper director Li.
My father was hospitalized and needed money urgently, so I became the only female rider at the Fengqi site. I fell twice on the first day and earned eighty-two and a half yuan. The webmaster answered a mysterious phone call and changed all my shifts to evening shifts. A text message came from an unknown number late at night: You'd better not write that manuscript.
My colleague Song Hui said very little and quietly helped me correct my navigation route every night. He had a crush on me and never spoke about it. One time after drinking, he had sex with my best friend. Later, he jumped into the river. I included him in the manuscript.
My best friend discovered a bad debt at the newspaper office, and was promoted by Director Li in exchange for silence. A fellow rider broke his arm and couldn't get compensation. The platform suspended his account, and his complaints were ignored for two months.
I started writing down all this. My colleague called me the delivery goddess, so I smiled and continued to place my order.
They wanted to shut me up. I want to run, but I want to write.
Later I returned to my hometown. I raised a yellow dog to help my sister-in-law take care of the children and work in the fields with my mother. I thought that was it. Until one night, I finished writing the last article and started the modified car.
I want to go to the far place in my dreams, but I am always on the road. The earth is round, so there is no end.
I don't know who the person who sent the text message is, but I know that he must be reading every word I write.
I don't need to be anyone's goddess. I'm just a rider. A woman on the road.
