Crazy Takeout

Takeaway rider Xiao Yang walks through the gray streets of the city, delivering bags of meals from one door to another. He thought he was just delivering food, until he was deliberately knocked down late one night, and he discovered that there were heavier things hidden in those orders - help, informants, smuggling, unpaid wages, and concealed deaths. He followed the delivery route and couldn't stop. In the following twenty years, he rode an electric bike and experienced countless suspenseful stories: secret codes in customer notes, tire hair in the interlayer of the incubator, orders continued to be placed by a deceased account, and delivery routes that were tampered with by the system. He delivered his last meal on the pier and dug out a letter to his future buried under the plane tree when he was ten years old. He has gone from being a rider fighting for bad reviews to becoming the person who knows the "secret behind the door" best in the city. Every takeout order is a brief encounter - some people use it to survive, some people use it to commemorate, some people use it to say goodbye, and some people use it to silently remember another person. He runs dozens of kilometers every day, thinking that he is just delivering food, but in fact he is delivering the stories scattered in the corners of the city one by one to where they should go. And he himself, during the delivery process, was slowly warmed by the temperature of each meal, turning each delivery into an answer: You are still on the way, there are still people waiting for you.