They ride an old electric car, which is their only means of transportation. The gray poncho has a lot less color than the pedestrians on the road. Sweat and rain on their foreheads were inseparable, and large and small packages were tightly held on their arms.
"Hey, courier, please sign for it." They opened their voices and shouted at the iron gate of the school. But for a long time, nothing happened. He stopped the car and looked in with the courier. He saw a head sticking out of the iron gate: "Go home, the school doesn't accept express delivery." The sound brought an echo in the rain.
I have no choice but to take out my mobile phone and call the consignee. The busy tone of "DuDu" made him sigh helplessly, and the white smoke exhaled dissipated in the winter rain, leaving only the gray figure of him riding an electric car.
They shuttled through the streets in the rain, and the undelivered courier was slightly wet, but it was unusually warm under their rain cover.
"Hello, courier." On Sunday morning, a woman in pajamas finally opened the door, with a sleepy face. Opening her mouth is a sharp soft word of Wu Nong. He can understand, but he is not dissatisfied with his wet clothes, nor does he disturb other people's dreams in the morning. The woman signed the letter in a hurry, grabbed the courier from him and slammed it off.
Constantly afraid of the rain, people always can't tell the time. When dusk has come, the dilapidated shacks in the suburbs emit dim light. "Mom, it's me. How have you been recently ... I had a particularly smooth day ... yes, I was at home? The courier has been delivered, I'm not tired ... Please take care of yourself. ...
He had a simple and honest smile on his dark face, as if he had been seen by his old mother who was still in his hometown. Putting down the phone, he looked at his son's perfect math test paper and found that the rain was not so wet and cold all day.
In this era when online shopping is full of people's lives, and in this era of adhering to the concept that customers are God, couriers have become an indispensable and extremely difficult profession. There are always people who are not afraid of wind and rain, cold eyes and cold. They have shuttled through the streets and alleys for countless days, dragging their feet, but they are not willing to stand in Shanghai, an international metropolis.
They are always easy to satisfy, have less, and get a little is more precious; They always wear smiling faces, not only because of the needs of work, but also because the smiles on their faces are sunny in their hearts and an indispensable landscape of the city.
The sun hid for a long time and finally smiled. The long-lost sunny day made them look up. The bright sunshine flooded Shanghai, dried the rain stains on the moped and hung up the gray raincoats. They are like the sunshine, illuminating the shabby shacks and children's hearts.
They are couriers, they are the pride of children, they are the happiness of parents, and they are light.