我是一部手机。我的第一个主人是一名干部,可不到半年,他就把我廉价卖给了一个修手机的师傅,这是我体内的某个不喜欢听谎言的零件造成的。主人每说一次谎,那个零件就会出故障,所以久而久之,我的身体就垮了。在我还有剩余价值之前将我廉价售出,实属上策。我混迹在一堆旧手机里,苦苦等待新主人的出现。午后的太阳火辣辣地炙烤着大地,街上行人稀少。维修部走进来一个农民工,戴着一顶黄色安全 I am a cell phone. My first master was a cadre, and in less than six months, he sold me cheap to a master who repaired a cellphone, a part of my body that did not like to lie. Every time the owner lied, that part would fail, so as time passed, my body collapsed. It was the best policy to sell me cheaply before I had residual value. I am mixed in a pile of old phone, waiting for the new owner. In the afternoon, the sun burns the ground with few pedestrians. Maintenance department came in a migrant workers, wearing a yellow safety