Legacy Express

Old Wang was a seasoned deliveryman at SF Express, shuttling through the city's concrete jungle every day, delivering all sorts of packages. Today, he had a special package in his hands. The recipient column read "Unknown," and the sender column read "Deceased Old Man Wang." The package was heavy, wrapped in thick kraft paper, and felt somewhat like a brick.

"What the heck is this?" Old Wang muttered, having never seen such a delivery. He flipped through the delivery slip, and other than the sender and the "unknown" recipient, there was no useful information. He tried calling the sender's number, which was, of course, out of service. According to procedure, such undeliverable packages should be returned, but the word "deceased" made Old Wang feel that there was something unusual.

He took the package back to the delivery station, where his colleagues gathered around, discussing the strange package excitedly. Some said it might contain gold bars, others said it might be a will, and some even said it might be a bomb. Of course, this was pure speculation, as no one had ever seen such a delivery.

The station manager, a veteran who liked to watch social news, slapped his forehead and said, "I think I saw a news report that an old man in Shanghai died, and no one inherited his millions of assets and an apartment. Could this be what he sent?"

This statement caused a collective gasp, and everyone was instantly filled with curiosity about the package. The manager waved his hand and said, "Why don't we just open it and see!"

Old Wang carefully unwrapped the package. Inside were a stack of documents, several bank cards, and an old key. The documents revealed a will, which stated that Old Man Wang left all his assets, including a Shanghai apartment and 4.3 million in savings, to "the person who receives this delivery."

The delivery station erupted in chaos, everyone wide-eyed, as if they had just seen a pie fall from the sky. They looked at each other, as if to confirm that they were not dreaming.

"Isn't… isn't this for us?" a young deliveryman said excitedly, his words stuttering slightly.

Old Wang held the will, half believing and half doubting, feeling that the world was absurd, like a farce. He had been in the delivery business for over a decade, enduring wind and rain, and never imagined that one day he would receive such a "legacy."

The station manager jumped up excitedly and shouted, "Old Wang, go to the bank and get the money out! We also need to find a way to check out the apartment!"

"Wait!" Old Wang suddenly felt something was wrong. He thought about the thousands of packages he handled every day. Why was it that this "unknown" package ended up in his hands? He felt that things were not that simple.

He did not rush to the bank, but instead carefully studied the will. It said "the person who receives this delivery," not necessarily a deliveryman. Could it be that the range of "receives" is actually very broad?

He began to look up relevant legal provisions and found that there was indeed controversy over the validity of the will. Moreover, if it were to be traced, this package would have passed through many stages from being sent to being signed for, so who exactly should inherit this legacy?

The people at the delivery station could not wait and urged Old Wang to act quickly. Some even started searching online for how to distribute this huge inheritance. Old Wang ignored them. He felt that this was all too ridiculous, as if he had been caught in a huge whirlpool.

He decided to go to Shanghai first and find Old Man Wang's apartment. According to the address on the will, he arrived at an old residential building. The apartment door was tightly locked, covered in dust. He took out the old key and tried to open the door. With a click, the door opened.

The apartment was empty, with only a few pieces of old furniture and some dusty junk. Old Wang walked around the apartment and suddenly noticed a diary on the table. He opened the diary and saw a line that read: "I am leaving my legacy to the person who receives this delivery, not for them to get rich, but for them to understand that in this world, there are many people like me, bound by social rules, unable to find their own destiny."

Old Wang was stunned. He finally understood that Old Man Wang did not really want to give his legacy to anyone; he just wanted to use this absurd method to make people reflect on social rules.

Old Wang returned to the delivery station, did not tell them what was written in the diary, but simply returned the will and bank cards to the station manager, saying that he was tired and wanted to rest for a few days.

A few days later, the unclaimed "legacy express" was returned to the main delivery depot, unopened, and was ultimately destroyed as an undeliverable package. The people at the delivery station continued to deliver their packages day after day, as if nothing had happened. Old Wang continued to travel through the city every day, but he started to slow down and carefully look at the recipient and sender on each delivery slip. He wanted to know how many others, like Old Man Wang, were being coerced by this seemingly normal society.

He didn't know that, in the vast sea of people, perhaps he was one of them, pushed forward by these absurd rules, not knowing where he was going.