After delivering my courier, washing my hands, allowing me to go home and dream

◎ Jinling Xiaodai

I sent a 9.9 red envelope to the courier brother, with a message: As you sang, tomorrow will be better

The courier point in our neighborhood often changes the owner.

Whenever the courier point changes to a new boss, the placement of the courier point shelves and the time to pick up the courier will change. But this time is very strange, after the courier point changed the owner, many people in our community do not have to go to the courier point again, because many couriers have been delivered to the door.

At first, I thought it was the conscientious boss of the courier industry who appeared and actually delivered all the couriers to the door. One day after I finished my Pilates class, I was wandering around the neighborhood, and when I looked back, I saw hundreds of packages under the courier cabinet, and the courier brother was crouching on the ground, scanning the code one by one.

I asked him, "Now how come the couriers are delivered to the door?" Have the rules changed? ”

The courier brother sighed: "Our courier company quarreled with the owner of your courier point and did not accept our courier." ”

"So many will be delivered to the door?"

"I sent three dials today, and this is the last one. Which building do you live in? Report the tail number of the mobile phone to me, I will check whether there is yours, you can take it by the way! ”

After an operation, he almost did not look up and gave me the courier, and then sighed again: "These two big men, like two mouths, one moment noisy, one moment good..."

Fast forward a month, it is late winter, the owner of the courier company seems to have not reconciled with the owner of the courier point, so the courier brother still has to deliver the courier door to door.

When he was in a good mood, he didn't care if there was anyone in the house, so he shouted at the door: "603, your courier is at the door!" But more often than not, he was silent, and after I heard a rush of footsteps, the door to my apartment seemed to be pressed against it, and he put down the courier and hurried away.

Almost all of my contact with the courier guy was across a door, not even a text call, I had never seen his face, and he didn't know who I was in the door. Sometimes when I see through the APP that my package is about to be delivered, I will expect the sound of the apartment door being pressed in my heart, and wait for the rapid footsteps to go away, and then open the door to open the courier.

Another month passed, approaching the end of the year, and my work was almost over, and yesterday there was another fork in the road, and I ordered a barbecue at night, trying to cover up the frustration in my heart with cumin pepper mixed with the smell of beef and mutton.

After a few bunches of barbecues, in order not to smell of residual food in the apartment, I wrapped up a thick down jacket and went downstairs to take out the garbage. Who knows and saw the courier cabinet again, full of parcels, the courier brother is still crouching on the ground one by one to scan the code input. Looking at so many couriers, I firmly believed in my heart: tonight he can't finish the pie.

I saw his mobile phone on one of the packages, and he played "New Mandarin Duck Butterfly Dream" loudly. This song seems to be inconsistent with his age, but the courier brother adapted the lyrics when he sang along: "Yesterday was like that east flowing water, two fools quarreled, today to send the courier, how worried..." I think his appearance is funny, so he slowed down the pace of going home, and sure enough, he cut the song again, sang "Tomorrow will be better", of course, or adapted the lyrics: "After sending my courier, washing my hands, so that I can go home and dream... Let's hope that tomorrow will be better..."

Maybe the daytime events have not yet been concluded, and late at night I am still very worried and a little insomnia. I lay in bed, looking at the ceiling, silently weeping. In the middle of the night, people can't actually think about unhappy things, because all unhappy things will go through in their hearts at this time... Suddenly, my phone lit up, interrupting my crash, who would this point be?

Only to see a message pushed to me on the APP: you have a package that is about to arrive. Immediately, I heard the sound of the door being pressed again, and a new message was pushed on the APP: your courier has been signed for "at the doorstep".

I clicked on the package details, want to know which package arrived, and soon the APP jumped to the page of the courier brother's evaluation, under the comment area, there is another line to the courier brother's tip. I clicked on the rightmost option and sent a 9.9 red envelope to the courier brother, with a message: As you sing, tomorrow will be better.

Perhaps this courier brother will never know who the person who gave him the red envelope in this late night is, and he will never know what kind of collapse this person experienced at the moment when he felt happy. The joys and sorrows between people are not the same, but different sorrows and joys can awaken to different lives.