My first real phone was a Sony Ericsson that the company had set up.
Small pig kidneys shape, fuselage sky blue, green-orange screen, protruding buttons, drop resistance, wear resistance, this quality I don't know how many mobile phone manufacturers can survive now.
It was the first company I entered in a big city after graduation, and the moment the leader gave me my mobile phone, I was already excited.
I had never imagined that it would be so easy to get such an expensive and coveted piece so easily.
There's a reason why I'm so dreamy of my phone at this time:
On the second day I arrived in this city, I stumbled upon a brother who was studying in this city, a fellow recent graduate, who was both looking for a job, so they had a common language, but he always treated me with contempt.
Not only because of my soil and stupidity, but also because of my awe and joy of the high-rise buildings and traffic in the big city. That would be a reason for him to lash out at me. The most important thing is that I don't have a mobile phone, and I am not familiar with the city, so he has to wait for me for a long time at the agreed place every time we meet. I guess the main reason for his anger was that it made his Motorola useless, because with him, I barely heard his cell phone ring.
In fact, at that time, I admired him in my heart, he was able to make me one moment still surrounded by high-end office buildings, and the next moment I entered the dark and damp urban village, where I could find 5, 4, or even 3 yuan of boxed lunches, as well as cheap barber shops, children's undeceitful, trendy clothing pedestrian street.
I've been following him like his bodyguard, showing off and being on top of him, and at the same time I seem to have learned a lot.
He was generally satisfied with my piety, but every time he pulled out his straight Motorola, he would always say contemptuously, "You have to buy a phone as soon as possible, or you won't find me". Whenever I feel a little ashamed at this time, I feel more admiration for him in my heart.
I got this Sony Ericsson for the first time after meeting Brother Scribe, and I got his affirmation, "Well, that's good", I feel equal to him in some way, but it doesn't reduce my admiration for him.
Since then, the phone has become my closest companion in life, except for the scribes, of course. In particular, the snake pretended to be me, and spent countless boring days after work.
I have experienced countless tortures and ups and downs, at the beginning of this mobile phone was very cherished, but after using it for a while, especially inadvertently dropped it from the dormitory bunk a few times, it was unscathed, and even the topcoat was not spent, I no longer took care of it, and I firmly believed in its strength.
One night I sat side by side with my friends on the stones in the park and chatted, supporting my hands back on the stones, probably talking about the yearning or touching, the hand unknowingly put down the mobile phone behind me, only to feel a black shadow flashing from the side, surprised, I remembered to look for the phone, so I didn't see it, turned my head and saw a person running to the black place not far away. Three or two steps to catch up, to this person said, "I have seen my mobile phone, I don't shout, don't call the police, the mobile phone back me, go their own way", this is obviously a rule-oriented thief, after being discovered, it is not called "stealing", but "robbing", which is obviously beyond the scope of his profession, so he returned it to me.
Another time I slept in the dormitory at night, and I felt that the curtains were floating high in the haze, thinking that the wind was blowing, so I calmed down and wiped my eyes to take a closer look, the curtains only rose and did not fall, and another bamboo pole stretched in, and the bamboo pole had been glued to the mobile phone at this time. At that time, I didn't know whether I was brave or scared, so I yelled, and the person holding the bamboo pole on the opposite rooftop heard a roar, and I guess I was no less scared than me, so I quickly pulled back the bamboo pole, and the mobile phone fell heavily on the ground when I was pumping the bamboo pole. Spared again.
However, the phone was eventually stolen. My dormitory was broken into by thieves, and the moment I saw the broken lock and the door was hidden, I immediately thought that my Sony Ericsson was really lost this time, because it was the most valuable object in my room besides myself.