You look at the little boy in front of you, he is a ghost.

He looked at you timidly, holding the old-fashioned mobile phone around his neck with both hands. The green-lit screen showed 99 missed calls, and the note for each missed call was mom.

"My mom has been looking for me. I want you to use my phone to send my mom a message."

Under the guidance of the little boy, you arrived at the roof of a building. There are many water tanks on the roof. You open them one by one. Suddenly, you hold your breath.

There is a skinny, dried-up child in the water tank. Its facial profile is similar to that of a little boy, and there is an old-fashioned mobile phone hanging on its chest.

You take your mobile phone to a nearby mobile phone store and hear the clerk inside tell you: "If the user's mobile phone payment is in arrears for more than three months, the number will be collected. Your account has probably been cancelled."

A look of surprise flashed across the face of the clerk who was operating the computer: "If you are in arrears for three months, it will be canceled. But since you applied for the card seven years ago, someone has been charging phone bills into it every month. This is bill."

You were silent for a moment, then brought the little boy's ghost to the flower shop where his mother worked, and sent the text message that the little boy had hesitated to write for a long time.

Across the street, a woman heard her cell phone ringing, but at first she didn't pay attention.

She held an umbrella with one hand and took out her phone with the other, but when she saw the information on the phone screen, her body seemed to freeze.

The umbrella fell, and she stood alone in the heavy rain holding her mobile phone. In the cafe, the litte boy lay on the window display and cried loudly through the cold glass.

It's raining heavily.

——29/12/2023