Due to the typhoon, it began to rain in many cities.

On the side of the street, vehicles are hurrying, splashing water on the potholes, and an electric car is speeding through the lane, causing a horn to sound.

Many car owners complained about the food delivery, some people stepped on the brakes, some people honked the horn, and some people burst into foul language. They all thought in their hearts, how could this food delivery person not be hit and killed if he was riding a bicycle in such a way in disregard of traffic laws.

When he arrived at the community, he wiped the rain on his face in yellow overalls, picked up the heavy, white plastic bag, and walked towards the gate of the community.

He looked at the time, and there were still two minutes before the latest delivery, but the customer had already made three reminder calls, and even threatened to complain.

Obviously, it's raining so hard today.

The doorman glanced at the food delivery man and told him to register on the registration form in a commanding tone, as if with great official authority.

The man smiled, wiped the rain from his face again, blinked, and asked if he could finish sending it before coming down to register.

The doorman shook his hand, either register or don't enter, this is the rule.

The man looked at his watch, the phone in his pocket vibrated for a long time, he gently placed the plastic bag on the table next to him, picked up the pen, mixed with the rain that slipped down from the helmet, and signed the wet name.

After finally entering the community, the man parked the electric car and hurriedly carried the plastic bag upstairs.

He had to be quick, on the one hand, the customer of this order had been urged several times, and on the other hand, there was a plastic bag in the take-out box in the car, which was another order.

The elevator speed in this community seems to be a little slow, and the man knocked on the door when he arrived at the guest's door, and after whispering a few embarrassed, he hurriedly ran downstairs.

He ignored the loud noise of the guest deliberately slamming the door shut, and just wanted to hurry towards the food delivery community.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and this kind of rainstorm is one after another on typhoon days, and it is estimated that it will stop later.

The man hurried to his electric car, he pulled out the key, and then the phone rang immediately.

The phone was from the stationmaster of the delivery station where the man was, and when he picked up the phone, there was a voice of criticism on the other end.

"What's the matter with you, just now the background showed that you received another bad review, I told you that the company is going to assess the site at the end of this month, you can't get along with me, right?"

The man was stunned, his mouth open for a long time and he didn't speak.

Some of the rain fell in his mouth, a little astringent, a little salty.

Then, remembering that he still had an order that had not been delivered, he quickly took out the key and left the bad review behind him.

The lid of the take-out box was opened by him, and he had to check the delivery of the goods before leaving.

It's just that when the lid was flipped, the man stood there dumbfounded.

It was empty, and there was nothing but the last shred of heat that could be felt.

It seems that someone stole the takeaway.

The rain was heavier, and the man squatted on the ground and began to cry.

In the community, the only thing that accompanied him was the electric car.

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In another city, it doesn't seem to be affected by the typhoon, and the weather is still very hot.

Even during the evening rush hour, the sky is still bright.

She didn't have to work overtime today, she was very happy, she was wearing a smart outfit with high heels, and she sprayed a very expensive perfume, giving people a very high-end, upper-class feeling.

At least, she thinks so, after all, the bottle of perfume was bought in 24 installments with Huabei, and the entire amount was used.

The streets, the traffic, the roads, the people come and go.

She walked into the subway station and gently placed the high-imitation bag on her body in the shape of a noble lady on the security checkpoint.

With a haughty and cold face, she passed the security check, picked up her bag, and lined up at the back of a group of people to wait for the subway to come.

There were all kinds of smells in the air, and she seemed to be used to smelling them, and she didn't feel anything special.

Except for that hint of stuffiness.

The subway, coming, with a loud noise.

The car door, led by the prompt sound, slowly opened, and the crowd was instantly crowded, and everyone squeezed in as if they were dying.

Someone deliberately pushed, like it was fun. There are men who deliberately squeeze around women. Someone shouted not to squeeze don't squeeze and rush in desperately.

The position was quickly occupied, and the aisles were also full of people.

The woman complained that she was unlucky today and didn't grab a place to sit, so she could only hold on to the iron pipe in the middle, frowning and looking at the people who were constantly crowding around her, revealing a look that seemed to be a silent drive.

The subway is rickety and fast underground.

Occasionally, there will be hot air blowing on the face, accompanied by various strange smells, most of which are sweat.

The woman looked at the crowd of people with cold faces around her, most of whom were either looking down at their phones or sleeping with their eyes closed.

Her eyes were quickly drawn to a man, not because he was handsome, but because the scene was moving.

He was wearing a decent suit, and he was still wearing it on such a hot day, it seemed that he should be running business.

The man sat in his position, legs together, and on his lap, a small cake was placed.

While silently shedding tears, he kept reaching out to wipe the corners of his eyes, while silently digging a small bite of cake and chewing it slowly in his mouth.

She wanted to go over and say happy birthday to him, but it was just an idea.

The woman's heart suddenly became very stuffy, as if she was about to lose her breath.

She suddenly remembered that last night, her family called to ask her if she was doing, and she immediately replied proudly: "Of course, my daughter is now a company executive, with an income of tens of thousands of dollars a month." ”

Just, is it really good?

Renting a boarding house, you have to move at any time, the room is small and not soundproof, and there are even no windows.

In the rented house, the most put are instant noodles and mustard.

The monthly income is indeed more than 10,000 yuan, but half of it has to be given to the family, half of it has to be used to repay the loan and pay the rent, and the younger brother's tuition fee has to be earned by himself.

Is the income high? Work system 996, that's almost in exchange for their own hair and the risk of sudden death at any time.

Buying luxury goods when life is difficult? If you don't decorate yourself, you will be looked down upon by many people in that kind of work environment, and you may even be fired at any time.

The circle is different, and it has to be hard to melt.

Thinking of this, the woman found that her nose began to be sour, but she didn't dare to cry because cosmetics were expensive, and she had to eat with customers at night, and she didn't want to spend her makeup.

But she felt so tired, she seemed to be so tired from doing anything.

When I get home, I just want to lie down, I don't want to play on my phone, and I don't want to listen to music.

The woman smiled, and it occurred to her that if she died suddenly at home, the body would probably not be found until it stinked.

Because almost no one usually contacts her, except for the occasional phone call from the operator to tell her that her mobile phone is in arrears.

In addition, I don't like to socialize with others, whether I see customers or attend company parties, I force myself to wear a mask.

In life, she is afraid of the phone ringing, afraid of WeChat reminders, and afraid that all social software will contact her.

She just wants to lie under the covers, watch her favorite dramas, and knock on her favorite CP.

But often, things backfire.