It has been 20 days since it was repaired. I watched the phone rolling in my palm, but I was still hesitating whether to fix it or not.
It seems that I have been like this since I was a child. When I can't make a decision about something in my heart, I ignore it, refuse to choose, and then. . . Miss.
Just like repairing a mobile phone, such a small thing can pull out the carrot and bring out the mud, and then you hesitate for a long time. . .
As for my cell phone, I had never made up my mind to repair it. I just spent money to repair it in the city and it was fine. When I made a wish, when I returned to the suburbs, there was still no signal, just like her message. This is fate, so I really hesitated, is this good? Is she really coming? Can you come over? Is it happiness to come here? Yes or no, I can't be sure, but unilaterally I can confirm that I have changed a lot, my state of mind and experience, and the most important thing is that people who have finally gotten up cannot regress back to the past. The days when we used to get along with each other feel so far away to me who now live by inertia every day, so far away that they seem to have passed by. . . . . .