My job, as you can see, is to be a meat deliveryman. Every day I have to deliver pork, beef, lamb, chicken, etc., all kinds of meat, to the stores that have placed orders. This is a tedious job. No matter it is windy, rainy or sunny, I have to drive the company’s truck and deliver the goods according to the scheduled route, helping customers move the meat to their freezers and asking them to sign the delivery order. This day I was assigned to a new store, which is on the route I often take, just a slight turn away. I guessed from the delivery order that it was probably a small hamburger restaurant, like what we often see on the roadside, similar to McDonald’s, but without a bright storefront or parent-child play area, a small store run by an ordinary family. When I arrived, I found that the iron gate there was pulled down, and it seemed that it was not open for business. I confirmed the address on the order again, which was the store in front of me, and the name on the sign was the same, but there was no one. So I tried to knock on the iron gate. “Is anyone there? A delivery person.” After a while, the iron gate slowly opened, and a young woman walked out from underneath. She lowered her waist and said to the inside: “I’m going to pick up the kids first, and you can go home directly later.” A man’s voice came from inside: “Okay! Be careful on the road.” The woman walked up to me and smiled: “I’m sorry, my husband will be out later, you go in and sit for a while.” “No,” I smiled, “I still have to move the goods later!” The woman smiled, rode the motorcycle next to her and left. I walked into the half-open iron gate and looked at the environment inside. Although the store is not big, it is quite clean. I looked around but didn’t see her husband. There is a basement at the back, maybe he is downstairs. I shouted inside: “Sir, do you need help?” “Okay, please come down for a moment.”
I heard a man’s voice from below, so I went down. It was bigger than I thought, and a little damp, completely different from the hot weather outside. I exhaled heavily and opened my already wet collar to breathe. The man was standing in front of a large refrigerator, cleaning the ice inside. He turned his head and saw me and showed a clean smile: “Sorry to keep you waiting for so long, I was just cleaning the refrigerator, maybe another ten minutes, can you wait?” “Oh, okay.” I was stunned when I saw him. He was about 30 years old, with a tall figure, deep facial features, dark skin and muscles as solid as stone. He didn’t notice my expression, and quickly turned his head to continue prying the ice in the freezer. Judging from the amount, it seemed that he hadn’t been cleaned for half a year. “Let me help too.” I said, picked up the pliers on the ground, walked to his side and knocked the ice. He gathered the broken ice into a plastic bag and prepared to pour it into the sink. “Thank you.” He turned to thank me. His handsome face really made me feel distracted. I seemed to be able to smell his clean male body odor, mixed with the summer sunshine surrounding me. Fortunately, he couldn’t see my changes from this position, otherwise I really didn’t know how to explain it. I looked at him quietly while prying ice cubes. He was wearing a sleeveless white T-shirt and short red shorts. His legs exposed from under the hem of his pants were as strong and solid as a cheetah. His arms were tangled like thick hemp ropes because of the work. Thanks to my help, the work seemed to be completed earlier than he planned. He thanked me and then went to the truck with me to move the goods. “It’s okay, I can do it.” They didn’t order much goods, and they could be transported in two trips, so we each carried a box and walked to the basement. When walking on the narrow stairs, I deliberately slipped and fell on him. “Ah… sir, be careful!” I screamed. He turned his head to look at me and reached out to help me, but it was too late. We both fell to the ground. I was on top of him. I don’t know if he felt it. I tried to move away so that he wouldn’t notice my embarrassment. The posture was a bit unnatural. He probably thought I had sprained my leg. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? This staircase is not easy to walk on.” He tried to support me, and I smiled and said, “No, no, just let me sit for a while.” I smiled to hide my embarrassment. I gave him an awkward smile and prepared to get up and leave. “I think I should go… I still have some goods to deliver…” He looked at me without saying a word, and suddenly a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He looked at me with a look that dazzled me. “You know, I haven’t touched a man since I got married.”…
