For 700 yuan, I found a dilapidated second-hand electric car in the secondhand street in the west of the city.
I just wanted to use it to commute to class, but I never expected that this old tram hid a special secret.
The good luck that others voluntarily give up and the bad luck that others deliberately avoid will turn into fragments of fate floating in the city, and be absorbed by this car one by one.
Avoiding the roll call, picking up the chance to win a prize, and unexpectedly getting a scarce internship replacement spot, good luck comes one after another.
But there is no free pie in the world. Behind every sweetness, there must be equal troubles.
Golden fragments of good luck, gray fragments of misfortune, gains and losses are always balanced...