When the middle-aged man saw that business came to the door, he patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, as long as it is related to mobile phones, there is nothing I can't do." ”

He took the little boy's phone and turned it on to test it to see where it was broken.

Seeing the dazzling white spots and broken holes on the screen, the middle-aged man said, "Good guy, who is practicing one-finger Zen magic with a mobile phone." ”

After he turned off the phone, he took out the repair tool to disassemble the phone, replaced the screen, and reconnected the cable. There are a lot of people coming and going at the bridge, and everyone sees the mobile phone film seller squatting on the side of the road to repair the mobile phone, sighing and saying: "This year, the person who sells the film can repair the mobile phone, which is amazing." ”

After hearing this, the middle-aged man said a little proudly: "How difficult can it be to repair a mobile phone." ”

After he was busy, he turned on the test, and just pressed the switch, only to hear a "whoosh", a puff of white smoke came out of the mobile phone, and at the same time, a smell of burnt wires came out.

He turned it on again, but the phone was always black, and he couldn't open it.

"Can't fix the phone, do you?" asked the little boy worriedly.

The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "No." You look at the stall for me for a while, and I'll go ask somebody. ”

With that, he turned around and went to a larger repair shop nearby. Wen Xiang was worried that the man would abscond with the plane, and after the man left, he followed him to the repair shop. He didn't enter the shop, just stood outside the glass door of the repair shop.

"The black screen is because the circuit board in the phone is burned, and there is no choice but to change to a new phone. Said the owner of the repair shop.

The middle-aged man said, "This is what I helped two children repair, what is this neat." ”

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he went out with his mobile phone, and when he met Wen Xiang standing outside the door, he was stunned for a moment.

After returning to the tricycle stall at the bridgehead, the middle-aged man returned his mobile phone to the little boy waiting there and said, "You take it first, I'll go get the tools." ”

With that, he got on the tricycle and rode away.

Wen Xiang and the little boy stood at the head of the bridge and waited until more than 20 minutes passed, and they did not see the middle-aged man come back.

At this time, the sun has risen high, and the wind Ling Qiaotou is even more lively. There are people wearing helmets and riding electric vehicles, some riding motorcycles, and a few hooked shoulders, passing in front of them one after another.

More than 30 minutes passed, Wen Xiang remembered the words of the owner of the repair shop, and suddenly realized: "The person who sells the film broke the phone and ran away!"

The little boy was so anxious that he cried and said, "What then, let's go find him." ”

The two crossed the Fengling Bridge and searched along the commercial street by the river, and went straight from the west end of the street to the east end of the street, but they never saw the middle-aged man selling the film again.

When the weather is hot, pedestrians take refuge in the shade and follow the shadows cast by the houses and trees. Wen Xiang took the little boy to sit under a shady tree at the head of the bridge.

The cool breeze blew on the surface of the Fengling River, and it was suddenly not so hot.

The little boy was sweating on his forehead, and he said, "I can't find him, or we should go back, it will only be hotter at noon." ”

The two turned around and walked back, the little boy was thinking about how to give his father an errand when he went back, and as he walked, he reached into his pocket, and suddenly exclaimed, "Where is the mobile phone?

Wen Xiang thought that the little boy gave him the mobile phone halfway, and he also flipped through it, but he also saw the mobile phone. He suddenly remembered that when he was sitting under the shady tree at the head of Fengling Bridge just now, the little boy took out his mobile phone and poked the hole on the screen with his index finger to compare the size of the hole.

"Could it be that he fell into the river while enjoying the cold?" Wen Xiang said.