After Becoming a Cosmic Courier

Chen Mo felt that the end of his life was the moment he jumped from the 18th floor - one second he was clutching the photo of his girlfriend and brother embracing each other, and the next second the wind was filling his throat. He didn't wait for the expected shattering, but crashed into a warm light. The guy who calls himself "God" holds a dying cigarette in his mouth and shakes his life book full of "failures" on his fingertips: "Don't be too busy reincarnating, do me a favor." "Looking for something?" Chen Mo's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper. "Find the meaning of life." God put a rusty metal ring into his hand. "From now on, you will be a cosmic courier, running around the galaxy delivering packages. Maybe while delivering them, you will find it for me - and for yourself." So Chen Mo, a former lover who committed suicide, took a new identity and set off on the road on a paint-peeling spaceship. He has sent crying stones to black holes, and also handed love letters to old monsters in nebulae. However, every time he stops at a strange planet and watches the glowing or scaly "beings" bustling about over trivial matters, he is always stunned: It turns out that in addition to abandoned love, there are so many "alive" things in the universe that I have never seen before. And the answer hidden behind millions of packages seems to be lighting up little by little with the tail flame of the spacecraft.