#订单类型解析

At three in the morning, Old Zhou was awakened by a phone call.

"Master Zhou, there's an urgent order that must be delivered before six in the morning!"

Old Zhou glanced at the address — the suburban cemetery. He intended to refuse, but the other party added an extra 200 yuan for the delivery fee.

The electric bike sped through the quiet streets, the package on the back was surprisingly light. When he arrived at the cemetery, it was just getting light, and a woman in black stood in front of the tombstone.

"Where is it?" she asked hoarsely.

Old Zhou handed over the package, and the woman opened it — inside was a stack of yellowed stationery. She trembled as she lit it, the flames illuminating the name on the tombstone: Zhou Zhiqiang, 1999-2023.

Old Zhou was stunned; that was his son who had been missing for a year.

The woman looked up, tears streaming down her face: "He said... if one day you receive an order to deliver here, you must come in person."

As the ashes scattered, Old Zhou knelt before the grave, finally understanding why this order had to be urgent — today is his son's death anniversary.