The Beginning

You think you've had too little sleep, so you weakly ask if you can take some time off and go back to sleep again.

The cold-faced team leader tells you that you can take time off, but not your job, so you wimp out and say that you were just joking and hang your head in the air and choose to continue delivering.

Even if something strange happens, you still have to eat.

Your master, fearing that you were nervous, patted you on the shoulder and looked at you with a fatherly expression.

"Little Song, I know you're scared to leave me on your first day, don't be, every courier has to do it sooner or later!"

You: ......????

It's not the first day you've wanted to spit, but you've resisted.

Whether it's a dream or reality, you decide to make another delivery to test your thinking.

This time, you have sorted out the deliveries you can't remember, but you've delivered so many yesterday that you can't remember many of them, so you decide to go ahead and deliver the ones from the perverted property, because it doesn't matter if you fill in the order, it's less time consuming to leave them in the security room.

Your master watches you picking up the car, praises you for your organised and thoughtful work and says you were born to do it.

You set off in your little car.

You went ahead and bought a pancake fruit, a soy milk, a packet of cigarettes and several lollipops and chose the same path as last time.

You see the old man on the side of the road again and you get out of the car and offer him soy milk and pancakes, knowing from the conversation that he is "resting" here for the first time today.

He used to sleep under the flyover for many days, but yesterday the city started cleaning the environment under the flyover and he was "cleaned" out as part of the disgrace to the city's appearance.

Feeling heartbroken, you leave the old man with fifty dollars and leave.

You arrive at the "programmer's street" and this time you take the initiative to show your work card and business card to the property owner and distribute cigarettes to a few security guards, gaining their trust.

"Horseshit!"

You are taken to the property room amidst looks of "disdain" and envy from the couriers of other companies.

There is water and a table and chairs in the property room, so you sit and register your delivery with ease, and carry it to the storage room with the security guard before driving your delivery truck out of the place.

For the rest, it's all about the laborious delivery.

You cheer yourself up and start to deliver the family whose buns you have been longing for.

After calling ahead and climbing up to the seventh floor, you knock on the door of the "bun's house".

With a tired face the hostess opens the door with a crying little chubby dun in her arms and asks you to help her put the delivery in the entrance hall. This time you are early, there are no buns on the host's dinner table.

You sniffle in disappointment.

The little chubby dun clamoured to go out to play and kept struggling against the hostess. Seeing that it was not easy for her to bring up the child alone, she took out a few "Bujiya" lollipops from her pocket and went to coax the little chubby dun.

The little chubby dumpling stops crying and plays with your lollipop. The lady of the house is relieved to finally have a free hand to take the sign-off sheet from you and sign her name.

"Sorry for eating your lollipop."

Taking your lollipop, the hostess said she was sorry, "I'm steaming buns, they're almost ready, take two away, they're homemade and the meat filling is perfectly safe!"

You force a desperate nod of reserve, only to have the hostess stiffen you with two meat buns and politely escort you to the door.

You come downstairs and start binging on buns.

Oooohhhh, that smells good!

With a full stomach, I'm no longer dizzy and I can climb the stairs with more energy.

You fly through all the deliveries you can get your hands on and pull out your phone to see that in just two hours, you've completed your morning task target.

It's just ten o'clock, the new delivery hasn't been sorted out yet, your master hasn't called you, and you think about it and decide to take this free time to go out for a stroll and feel your way around.

Your heart guides you to the lottery point.

You've never bought a lottery ticket, but that doesn't stop you from having dreams of winning the jackpot, even though you don't even know how to buy a ticket.

From the lottery manager, you learn that the jackpot is now hoarded at seven hundred million, that the jackpot could come out at any time, and that the draw is scheduled for 21.15 pm.

You decline the station manager's offer to persuade you to buy a lottery ticket and, to his puzzled expression, say that you will come back at 21.15 pm.

Coming out of the lottery, you make a dozen more phone calls and this time you finally get through and you decide to give them away first.

After delivering a few homes, one house asks you to take the rubbish down with you on your way downstairs. You look at the sewage strewn rubbish in the corner and refuse his request.

You've just come downstairs to find a bad review and a complaint about your "unwillingness to go upstairs to deliver".

You go upstairs in a rage and knock on the door with the intention of reasoning, only to have the owner of the house refuse to open the door for you and offer to remove the bad review if you bring the rubbish down.

Forced to make ends meet, you grit your teeth and bring the heavy trash downstairs. After throwing it in the bin downstairs, you find that the bad review has been deleted and the comment reads "Will also offer to help with the trash".

You start to worry that if other people see this comment, they will follow suit and ask for litter.

You've finished dropping off your rubbish and are about to drive off in the delivery van downstairs when an old lady runs out of the flat and hits you with a mop in the face.

Your quick eye grabbed the mop and stopped the fishy smelling mop rag from covering your face.

But the next moment, the old lady started to swear that the sewage coming out of the rubbish you brought down was soiling the building and the entrance to her house.

There is no property in the area, hygiene is all on your own and she thinks you are polluting the building's hygiene.

After trying in vain to explain, you resign yourself to taking the mop and mopping up the hallway of your flat against the strange stares of onlookers.

As you exit the block, you feel the stench of rubbish all over you, so you pull up in front of a public toilet and briefly clean yourself.

When you get out, you don't want to deliver for a while, so you choose to go back to your business location and rest.

After inspecting your courier van, the Master complimented you on your hard work and effort and reaffirmed your talent as a courier.

At lunch, you complain to your colleagues about helping someone with their rubbish this morning. The master tells you that the next time you encounter such a thing, you can record it on video and complain to the company; there is no need to condescend to yourself or to compromise on the unreasonable demands of the next person.

You have the support of your master and feel your whole body is full of strength again.

Fed, the sorter sorts out a carload of re-filled couriers and you set off again.

The time is 2 p.m. You identify in advance those who will not answer your calls from their siesta, place their delivery on the right and decide to deliver it later.

You find the delivery from Mr. "Xiao Heyun" again and call again.

The phone is still switched off and you express your annoyance. In order not to break this "valuable" digital product, you decide not to take it away and leave it at the courier point for the time being.

You are on a new journey.

Having successfully delivered most of your deliveries, you call the owner of one and ask her to come down to collect it.

The owner of the courier had a lovely voice, one of those delicate lolly voices.

She indicated that the delivery was very large and heavy and wanted you to send it up.

You look at the large parcel marked "cat litter" and suddenly remember this delivery.

You didn't even get through on the phone yesterday and this big parcel has been left in the car and has to be carried down for the night.

Today the call at least went through and it sounded like a very soft girl and you hesitated for only a moment before saying you would deliver.

You finish the other deliveries in the neighbourhood, park your car under her building, carry the twenty pounds of cat litter and climb up to the fifth floor, pounding and panting.

But when you ring the doorbell, no one opens the door.

You think about how tired you are after climbing the stairs carrying twenty pounds of stuff and the other person didn't even open the door for you, so you get angry and call her again.

You hear the ringing of the phone in the door and the sound of something banging behind the door and flinch.

There have been cases in the past where the owner of the delivery, who is either poorly dressed or in a hurry, will trouble you and the master to wait outside the door for a while.

But never like this, without even uttering a word.

You sense that something is not right and play the girl's phone again.

The phone is hung up inside the door this time, there is still no answer behind the door, and you start knocking on the door.

After knocking persistently for a minute or two, a man finally answers and tells you that his daughter is asleep and that you should stop knocking and come back later to deliver the goods.

"Yes!"

You say this with your mouth, but crouch down suspiciously and press your ear to the door, creating the illusion that you have gone.

"Damn cat dares to scratch me! You want to die, little beast!"

A few seconds later, you hear someone inside roar like this.

How can your own cat attack people?

You see the situation and start kicking in the door as you call the police.

The owners of this home had a very tight security door of the type that you could kick your feet in and the door frame would only be slightly warped.

This family's next-door neighbour is startled by the violent noise you make and opens the door.

You told the old grandfather who you were and conveyed the guess you had made that you thought the little girl might have met a bad man at home and was therefore unable to open the door for you.

The old grandfather next door agrees with your guess.

The girl was a one-person tenant and did not live with her father.

You fear that something more terrible will happen to her if you delay, and begin to circle the door in your anxiety.

At this point, the old grandfather tells you that the balconies of the two houses are connected and the little girl seems to have left her balcony window open in the morning, so you can choose to jump from his balcony to the next one.

Although the police have been reported, but the police may still need time, you save people's hearts, followed the old grandfather to the balcony of his house, the little girl next door's balcony really did not close the window.

As it was the fifth floor, neither house had a security fence and it was possible to climb over it.

You look downstairs and it's all concrete, no grass or flower cushion, so if you lose your footing you risk falling to your death.

A mournful catcall starts to come from next door and that's when you are faced with a stark choice.

is waiting for the police to arrive while shouting at the next door and scaring away any bad guys that might be there.

Or do you just climb the fifth floor balcony and jump over to save them?