Tag: Hakka

  • A Boy Named Guzai (2/2)

    1 Deep in the alleys of Jingle New Village, a layer of dust covered the glass counter of a cell phone repair shop. Guzai stood on the other side of the counter and handed over his Redmi phone, its screen completely black. The owner was a Chaoshan man in his forties. He was bent over…

  • 古仔(下)

    景乐新村巷子深处,那家手机维修店的玻璃柜台上落着一层灰。古仔站在柜台外,把手里那部黑屏的红米手机递了过去。 老板是个四十来岁的潮汕男人,正低头用热风枪吹着一块主板,头也没抬,只用下巴朝柜台上的垫子努了一下。古仔把手机放在垫子上。 老板放下手里的活,拿起古仔的手机,按了两下开机键,没反应。他找来根数据线插上,又看了看屏幕,依然没动静。 “充不进电,可能是充电电路出了问题。”老板把手机翻过来,看了看充电口,“要拆开看看。修的话,一百二。要是主板坏了,就不止这个价。” 古仔盯着那个黑屏的手机,说:“群呢?工头群同微信,修好仲喺唔喺度?” 👆点击标题阅读全文👆

  • A Boy Named Guzai (1/2)

    1 The police officer pulled his chair back a little and sat down. For quite some time, he did nothing but leaf through a few sheets of paper in a folder, occasionally glancing at his computer screen. He never once looked across the desk, as though the young man sitting there didn’t exist. “Name?” “Chen…

  • 古仔(上)

    办案民警把椅子往后拉了拉,坐下来。好一阵子,他只是翻看文件夹里的几页纸,偶尔看一眼电脑屏幕,没朝对面看一眼,好像坐在那里的年轻人根本不存在似的。 “叫什么名字?” “陈志古。” 民警在键盘上敲了几下。随后问他出生年月日。古仔报了出生日期。 “多大了?” “腻塞岁。” “家庭住址?” “六联社区榕树围三巷十二号。” 民警抬起头,看了他一眼。 “户籍所在地?” “就系哩位嘅咧,龙岗区坪地街道。” 👆点击标题阅读全文👆