Although the old lady's mobile phone was picked up, it couldn't be turned on after soaking in water.
So Huo Yao spent the whole afternoon on dismantling and repairing the machine, but he still couldn't fix it in the end.
All the information in it seemed to be impossible to reproduce after the old lady passed away.
Huo Yao threw the screwdriver on the table irritably, leaned back in the chair weakly, his bloodshot eyes seemed to become dim at this moment.
So what about fiddling with electronics again
Not even a mobile phone can't be repaired.
Huo Yao closed his eyes mockingly.
After a while, she opened her eyes again, reached out to pick up the tools, and carefully reinstalled the mobile phone parts on the table.
The phone was restored to its original state.
As for the recording about the old lady in the mobile phone that Lu Xia mentioned, it has become a mystery now, whether there is or not, I can no longer know.
After Min Yu learned of what happened at the school, he didn't even care about the urgent problems at hand, and went back to the hotel directly.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Huo Yao sitting motionless in front of the table, his bloodless face was full of depression.
Min Yu paused, walked towards her, opened his mouth to speak, and then noticed the mobile phone she was holding.
Then the person was slightly taken aback.
This seems to be the old lady
Min Yu looked at Huo Yao and saw that her expression was really bad, so he asked, "What happened? The old lady's cell phone?"
Huo Yao's eyelashes moved, as if she had just realized that there was another person in the room. She wiped her face with her hands, looked at Min Yu, and the corners of her lips were full of bitterness: "Am I very useless? I can't even repair my phone. No, this is the only thing grandma left behind."
Min Yu's heart was a little blocked, he took a step forward, hugged her directly, and pressed his head against his chest, "It's not your fault, maybe it's the fate of this phone."
Huo Yao squeezed the phone tightly, but murmured: "What is fate? Not a good death? Or a cycle of fate that cannot be broken?"
Min Yu just circled Huo Yao, his eyes were deep and deep, as if he heard her words, but he didn't seem to hear them, after a long time, he said: "Don't think too much, in fact, it's fine now. "
"Perhaps." Huo Yao's voice was very soft.
Don't worry about things that you can't figure out anymore.
People always have to look ahead.
After standing still for a while, there was a knock on the door.
Min Yu let go of his arms, and rubbed Huo Yao's head again, "I'll go and open the door."
"En." Huo Yao nodded, and put the phone back into his pocket.
**
Standing at the door were Teacher Wu Yue, several senior brothers of Huo Yao, and classmates from the School of Mathematics. When they saw that the person who opened the door was a young man, they all froze in place.
Li Chenhui was the first to react, he coughed and coughed last time because his junior sister had dinner with this person, and said, "Hi, let's come and see Huo Yao, I don't know how she is doing now? "
Min Yu nodded slightly, with a polite face, "She's fine."
"It's fine." Li Chenhui looked behind Min Yu and sighed.
At this time, Min Yu opened the door again, motioning for everyone to go in and talk.
Li Chenhui hurriedly said thank you.
Wu Yue walked beside Li Chenhui, and then asked him with his eyes, who is this person and what is the situation.
Li Chenhui glanced back, raised his hand to cover his mouth slightly, and explained in a low voice: "Junior sister's... friend."
(end of this chapter)