Express Hot Wheels

On the day his father died, his watch stopped at three-seventeen. Sixteen-year-old Nituo entered the city with three things: an old motorcycle that had been repaired for eighteen years, a letter emblem with five petals that were not bright, and the last words left by his father - "The road is ahead." Everyone thought he was a hard-working kid struggling to make ends meet. He sorted, ran orders, got scolded, and had his orders taken away at the express station, making more than 100 trips a day. No one knows that every package he sends leads him to a name - Long Da. Until that rainy night, the Kowloon mark on the back of his hand was hot and blue flames ignited on the soles of his feet—— The first cry of Hot Wheels. From the alleys of Jiangcheng to the snow-capped mountains, from the anti-epidemic front line to the global league, from the ant roads of Dongjiang Lake to the interstellar shipping lanes, until he sent a package to Mars. Just arrive. There is no line of work in this world that cannot be separated from the word "send".