Delivery Boy True Love

Chen Mo rode an electric bicycle through the streets and alleys of Jiangcheng. The helmet covered most of his face, only revealing his neatly-cut jaw and his neck, which was slightly roughened by the wind all year round. I set off in the morning light every day and return in the dark of night. The lunch box in my hand contains other people's meals for all seasons, but in my heart I hide my own loneliness that no one cares about. He thought that his life would be a cycle of taking orders, delivering orders, and rushing. Until that day, he delivered the wrong takeout and knocked on Lin Zhixia's door. Lin Zhixia is an illustrator who lives alone. He is gentle but introverted. He stays in his small studio all year round and hides his emotions under his paintbrush. She was in bed with a fever that day and couldn't even drink hot water. The takeaway delivered by accident and the antipyretic medicine delivered by the deliveryman became the warmest light in her gloomy days. Later, Chen Mo would occasionally find an extra hot meal for himself in his lunch box; a familiar figure would always appear by the window of Lin Zhixia's studio on time. He understood her loneliness when she was alone, and she felt sorry for his exhaustion from running around. There is no grand confession, no glamorous pomp, only endless warm water, hot food, and the phrase "I am" hidden in the bottom of my heart countless times. It turns out that the most touching true love is never the surprise of a glimpse, but the mutual redemption in the world of fireworks - he came with the evening breeze and three meals, and happened to crash into her tenderness full of joy. From then on, there was someone walking with her on the windy and rainy road, and someone was with her in the lonely years.