I'm Just Delivering a Takeout, You Tell Me I'm Pretending

Lin Mo, a 24-year-old delivery boy, was huddled next to a delivery box in the heavy rain. He had low self-esteem and confusion. He was born in a rural area and had a college degree. He was running around making a living in the city and couldn't even see the direction of his own life. By chance, he sent a lost old man home in the rain, accidentally activating the goodwill closed-loop system. There are no superpowers or golden fingers. This system only does one thing: record every goodwill, track its transmission trajectory, and give the simplest realistic feedback when the goodwill forms a closed loop. From helping office workers pick up scattered documents, to picking up medicines for elderly people living alone; from almost giving up after being misunderstood and deceived, to using actions to resolve prejudices and lead people around them to work together. Lin Mo took the system and shuttled between the old and new urban areas of Qingzhou, connecting the glimmers of goodwill among deliverymen, vendors, retired teachers, and left-behind children. He exchanged his points for his mother's rheumatism subsidy, for his grandfather's remote consultation, and for his own courage to get rid of his inferiority complex. Those small acts of kindness are like sparks igniting a prairie fire, weaving from a single node of kindness into a cross-regional network of kindness; from a solitary persistence to a group of peers. It turns out that goodwill is never given in one direction. Every time you do something, it will eventually go around in a circle and warm yourself in another way. This is the growth history of an ordinary person, and it is also an illustration of goodwill that heals people's hearts - ordinary people like you and me can use goodwill as a bridge to illuminate themselves and warm a city.