Days Under the Wheel

The originally poor but warm family of four was completely shattered by a sudden accident. Delivery rider Li Dashan sadly lost his wife who had been with him for many years. The laughter in the kitchen and the excitement around the dinner table were no longer there. With the pressure of rent, food, rice, oil and salt on top, and an 11-year-old daughter and a five-year-old son to take care of at the bottom, he had no time to indulge in grief, so he could only grit his teeth and carry all the burdens. From then on, I got up at four o'clock in the morning every day to get busy, cooking, sending children, catching up on morning rush orders, and riding an old electric bicycle through the streets and alleys of the city. The scorching sun tanned the skin, wind and rain wetted the clothes, falls and injuries, children fell sick overnight, money was tight and embarrassment, one after another difficulties came one after another. The days when no one was there to help her were particularly difficult. The eldest daughter lost her childishness early and took the initiative to do housework and take care of her younger brother. The younger son often missed his mother who left, and his eyes were full of ignorance and grievance. Fortunately, enthusiastic neighbors extended a helping hand and fellow riders looked after each other, adding a bit of warmth to the gloomy life. This is the real daily life of an ordinary low-class father. There are no legends of ups and downs, only running and perseverance day after day. With an electric car and two children, he used his clumsy but solid arms to move forward hard in the wind and rain, trying his best to keep a stable world for the children.