I'm a substitute for my wife's Bai Yueguang...

After dinner, my mother cleared the table, and I went to the kitchen to help my father wash the dishes.

"Dad, when are you free, can you take me to the repair shop to see if my phone can still be repaired..." I said to my dad while squeezing dish soap into the bowl.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow morning I will take it to the after-sales service for them to see." My dad agreed to repair the mobile phone.

My mother came to the kitchen after cleaning the table. Seeing that I was washing the dishes, my mother stopped immediately, "Stop washing, go back to your room and do your homework."

My father turned his head to look at my mother, and said triumphantly, "Our son loves me, and is afraid that I will be tired."

My mother gave him a disgusted look, and then said to me, "Hurry up and wash your hands and do your homework, and stop messing around here."

My dad and I looked at each other, he pouted, then lowered his head and continued to wash the dishes in his hands.

I laughed and washed my hands, wiped them, left the kitchen, and went back to the house to do my homework.

When I was writing the last big math problem, my dad came over with fruit. He put the plate on my desk, said "Son, eat some fruit" and turned around to leave.

"Dad, Dad!" I called to stop him.

My dad stopped and looked back at me and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Let me use your phone, I have something to do." I looked at him and begged pitifully.

"Oh, here you are." My dad took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to me without asking anything.

"Thank you Dad!" I happily took the phone.

"Remember to eat fruit." My dad told me, and then left my room.

"Yeah, got it." I nodded.

I briefly sent a message to my wife to explain the situation, and told him that it would take some time before the mobile phone was repaired. It may not be convenient to contact during this period, but I will send a message to him as soon as I have a chance.

Maybe because it was Saturday, my wife quickly replied, she said no wonder I didn't get offended when he praised me just now.

"Woooo what did you praise me!! I couldn't receive the message at that time, bro, can you praise me again [tears] [tears]..." My fingers tapped on the keyboard quickly, I Sadly, I typed out these few lines and sent them, and then waited eagerly for my wife's compliment.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, the notification tone finally sounded, and I grabbed my phone before the tail tone disappeared.

"Little Kua Yan Min Qi is a handsome, charming, youthful and sunny male high school student." My wife replied.

...Help, my wife is so straightforward, I like this.

My heart felt like it had been drizzled with a layer of heated and melted sweet syrup, and it contracted nervously, bursting out to a happy beat.

It turns out that if I fell in love with my wife in high school, I would be praised like a child like now.

I typed with a smirk: Hey, I was praised, happy.By the way, what are you doing now?

"Reading." My wife replied, "How about you?"

"I'm doing my homework. Just now, my dad came to give me fruit, so I borrowed my mobile phone to send you a message." I replied.

"Then you can continue to do your homework, kid." My wife replied to me.I can imagine the faint smile in his eyes when he typed these words.

"Woo, I'll continue with my homework." I just sent this sentence, and suddenly thought that I couldn't lie in bed tonight and say good night to my wife with my mobile phone, so I sent another message, "Brother , then I will say good night to you in advance tonight, and wish you a sweet dream."

"Well, good night, I hope the children can sleep well." My wife replied.

I stared at our chat history for a long time, and finally deleted these conversations reluctantly, then locked the screen, and returned the phone to my dad.

Please, I hope my phone is still alive.

On Sunday morning, I was doing my homework at home, and my father and mother took my mobile phone to the repair shop.

When they came back at about eleven o'clock, I hurriedly got up from my chair and ran to open the door for them.

My parents had already opened the door with the key, so I stood at the door to greet them. As soon as my parents stepped into the house, they met my expectant eyes.

"Oh shit, what are you doing here? You scared me." My dad glanced at me, then lowered his head to change his shoes.

"How's the phone? Can it be fixed?" I asked expectantly.

My parents went into the house after changing their shoes.

"Here you are." My mother took something out of her wallet and handed it to me.

I took it, it was a calling card.

"This is your calling card, put it away first." My mother explained to me, "The master said that it will not be easy to repair in a while, and there are quite a lot of parts to be replaced. Repairing it is no worse than buying a new one. How much cheaper is it, why don't you see, how about mom buying you a new one?"

"..." I lowered my head to think, and was silent for a while.

"Yes, son, why don't you buy a new one? Why don't you buy the old one and get the new one?" My dad also echoed.

But the chat and call records between me and my wife are stored on the mobile phone by default, and if I change to a new mobile phone, everything will be gone.

"But I like the old one." I muttered softly.

My dad heard what I said, looked at each other with my mom, and then said: "Why don't you think about it again, we left the master's phone number, and if he said he was sure to fix it, call him, and he will start to fix it."

"Okay." I nodded, "Then I'll go back to my room and do my homework first."

"Okay, let's go, your dad and I will start cooking." My mother patted me on the back.

So I went back to the house and continued to do my homework.

There is no weekly exam this week, so there is no need to start school early on Sunday afternoon. I spent the entire afternoon writing my homework until there is only one Chinese left.

We were going back to school for evening self-study on Sunday night. I packed up my things, had dinner, and went to the classroom with my schoolbag on my back.

When I arrived in the classroom, my deskmate asked me how my phone was being repaired as soon as I saw it.

I put the schoolbag in the drawer, and took out the language homework and stationery bag from the schoolbag, "It's not easy to repair, my parents went to ask this morning, and the master said it would be more cost-effective to buy a new one."

"Then you can buy it! Get a new phone, how nice!" My deskmate bumped my elbow.

I sighed, and looked at him, "I'm a one-time person, I don't like the new and dislike the old."

"Pull you down." The deskmate pouted.

I smiled helplessly, didn't answer, and lowered my head to write my Chinese homework.I thought to myself how can you know how much I miss my mobile phone, this mobile phone is very important to me.

After a while, my deskmate came over and whispered to me, "You don't want to miss the chat records with your boyfriend on your phone, do you?"

I was so frightened that my hands trembled, and the colons were written vertically.

"Ah, did you hit me?" The deskmate raised his eyebrows.

I lowered my head, raised my eyelids and gave him a look to let him experience it for himself.

"Oh, that's fine, then you can fix it." The deskmate said, "But your phone is broken like that, are you sure the contents are still there after you fix it?"

"..." I frowned and looked at him, "You are so annoying."

"Hey, I just want to remind you, don't regret it when you fix it." The deskmate pushed his glasses, sat up straight and began to study.

I was doing the reading comprehension of the explanatory text, and I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't understand a single question.

"At the same table," I poked Xu Wen's arm, "Have you finished your Chinese homework?"

The deskmate turned to look at me, "What are you doing?"

"Lend me to copy." I said.

"Damn it, you even started copying your homework?" Xu Wen was so shocked that his glasses almost slipped off the bridge of his nose.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up." I bumped into him and urged.

"Don't worry, I'll look for it." The deskmate lowered his head and started digging through the drawers.

It took him a long time to finally find the Chinese homework. He took it out from the stack of books and put it on my desk, "Don't copy it, correct it appropriately."

"I know." I took the homework at the same table, put it under my homework, and began to copy it with the corners exposed.

Regarding the mobile phone, I will go home at night and ask my wife before making a decision.