Last saturday afternoon, my phone screen broke。
Right next to the fruit stand under the house building, slipped under the feet, the mobile phone flew out of the pocket and the screen went down to the concrete floor. Pick it up, the lower left corner is broken into a spider net, and the hand's on it. I scolded him, and he was on the floor, and he took a clean shot of glass。
The next day after work, i stopped by the phone shop at the subway. The shop was small, and there was a door, a glass counter with several open cell phone casings and a wall with a brand of “professional maintenance, so on”. The owner was a middle-aged man in 40 years of age, wearing a gray polo shirt, a sleeve rolled to his elbow, and an old mirror around his neck, the kind that flipped over and down。
I'll hand over my phone, "look, master, how much for a different screen?"
He picked it up, put his cell phone under the light and looked over and over. The finger was pulled twice on the shredding screen and the phone shell was ripped open for a second. "150, national screen, half an hour."
I said, "all right, change."
He took the phone behind the counter and pulled a screwdriver suit out of the drawer. I stood by and watched, and he said to me, "you sit there for half an hour."
I'll brush my phone on the plastic bench at the door. There's nothing to brush. Just turn around and turn around. He's alone in the store, and there's an anti-war show on tv and it's loud. He bends over on that little table to break his cell phone, screw it down one by one and put it on a blue sheet。
After about ten minutes, he stood up with that broken screen in his hand and looked at the light again. Then turn over the main panel of the phone and break a little lid with a screwdriver。
He suddenly stopped。
Put your cell phone in front of your eyes, take a closer look, and rub it in that place with a cotton sign. Then he turned around and looked at me。
"you have a problem with the main board."
I put my phone down and stood up, "what's the problem?"
"look." he brought his cell phone, pointed it at a place on the circuit board, "there's a burn on this chip and it's dark." he's got a little bit of a spot on his finger, and he says, "this one's gonna have to be fixed for another."
I looked over. To be honest, i can't see it very well, but there's a little color difference on the gray and green circuit board. But that position was a long way away from my broken screen。
"did you get in the water before this phone?" he asked me。
"no, never in water."
"that's probably you had a problem charging the head, burning the main board." he put his cell phone back on the table, “the master plate has to be repaired, or the new screen will not be used. The current is unstable, it's dark."
I'm standing there without talking. And he drew a screwdriver in that area, and he looked up and said to me, "in the case of repair, 300, for a total of 450. If you don't, change the screen, but i'm not sure i can turn it on."
When he spoke, the screwdriver didn't put it down, he kept turning his finger and the iron head was flashing in the light。
And i thought, "well, you try changing the screen."
And he shakes his head: "no, no, no, no. You'll have to blame me if you can't make it."
I crouched down and looked at that circuit board on the table. There's a brass twirl next to the screwdriver, with a pointy needle. That's what he used for that little lid. I remember that. He left it on the table。
"maestro, how did you figure out that before you broke this lid?"
He stunned。
"just a moment ago, before you pulled that little iron lid off with a lid." i pointed to the table, and i said, "how did you know the main plate was broken when you didn't open it?"
He stopped, and the screwdriver stopped。
He put his phone down, "i've fixed it so much, i can see it."
"why didn't you say so?" i stood up straight, and i said, "when i handed you my cell phone, you looked over and over and over again, and then you put a shell on the light, and then you didn't see it? You didn't tell me to raise money until i sat down and waited for 10 minutes, and the screen was ripped off
He didn't answer. Put his phone on the table。
There was a man standing at the door of the shop for a while, wearing a black shoulder bag, dressed like a college student. He went in there and went back。
"teacher," i didn't zoom in, just like i used to say, "tell me the truth, did you have the burn marks or did you just make them?"
He looked up and looked at me, and he flipped the old mirror up and put it on his head. He just smiled, and he didn't laugh。
"no, forget it," he picks up his phone, "i'll take care of it for you, change it for 150 without the money."
"don't move." i called him, "you just said the main plate was not working, and now you're talking about whether to fix it without money?"
He stopped in the air with his cell phone, didn't put it down or lift it。
After a little while, he said, "can turn it on, it doesn't matter. I was confused."
I watched him for a few seconds. He's not looking at me. He's staring at the screen。
"all right, 150. You get it."
He didn't say anything. Turn around and go back to his costume. It's a lot faster. The screws snap. It's still playing on tv, and a soldier shouted at the mountain。
Less than 20 minutes, he said, "okay."
I got the phone on the button, the screen's on, it's new, it's all covered. I flipped twice and slipped normally。
I cleaned up the billboard and paid 150。
When the phone was ready to leave, the college student who stood at the door for a while suddenly came in with a broken screen phone in his hand and asked, "teacher, how much is it?"
I didn't hear what he said. The door is closed。
On the way back i've been thinking about the question: if i had promised 450, i'd have taken out 300, wouldn't nobody have known? Will he tell me when he's done with the screen
You said, "the main board is burned," or did he make it up
