79 Well Planned (2/2)

Yet, in the busy street of City Y, there was a small old cell phone repair store across from Happiness Restaurant. Wang Yi-An rushed inside and asked the owner, ”Please repair this!”

The owner lived in Wang Yi-An's neighbourhood, in fact, almost everyone that works in this district knows each other and are friendly neighbours. Wang Yi-An had always been a regular customer here because of her old cell phone. Because the phone was so old, it needed constant repair.

”An-An!” the owner called out her name when he saw her rushed in, he was an elderly man, in his late 40s, but he was very experienced with technology. The owner knew why she came, ”Did it freeze again?”

Wang Yi-An shook her head gently with a sad expression on her face, she looked as if she could cry as she pulled out the wrap-up broken pieces of her cell phone from her backpack. The parts were wrapped in a silky blue cloth, Wang Yi-An sometimes used to clean her cell phone screens with, but now she used it to keep all the broken pieces together.

The owner felt sorry for Wang Yi-An; as he knew how much she loves her old phone. After all, he had tried to convince her to get a new phone for years, but every time Wang Yi-An would just get the phone repaired instead, even though it was more expensive to fix the old phone than to get a new one.

With such an old cell phone, the screen would often freeze on her, but she doesn't mind. And at often times the owner would do all he could to help her because he knew how much the phone means to her. This type of faithfulness had touched his heart deeply. After all, he was the one who had sold the phone to the person that gave her the phone as a birthday gift a few years ago when it first came out.

The owner reminisced about the good old times when that young man came in for the first time. He was young and handsome, and the owner remembered it clearly.

December 12, it snowed that day when the boy came in. He was only a teenager back then, 16 or 17, but he was much more mature compared to his own son who was the same age.

The owner remembered how he would always pass by the window and looked into his shop but never came inside. At first, the owner thought that he would just walk away again after staring into the window for a few minutes. Yet, that day he came inside. His jacket was damped from the wet snow. His hair became a bit icy as some snowflakes had fallen on top of his bleached dyed blond hair. The boy's eyes were a beautiful light brown. Almost as if they were hazel.

Never had the owner thought that such a beautiful boy would appear before his eyes... Closer as the boy approaches him, his son called out the boy's name. ”Yi-Xiu!”