The package was received at 3 PM.

Sender: Chen Mo.

I don't know this person.

Unwrap.

Inside is an old phone and a note.

"If you are Li Yang, this is your phone. On September 12, 2018, you left it in the taxi, and there is your contact information and address in the phone case. I was the driver that day. The phone has been with me all this time. I'm sorry for returning it to you only now."

I was stunned.

Li Yang is me.

On September 12, 2018, I really lost a mobile phone.

That day I had just quit my job, was in a bad mood, and took a taxi home. I forgot to take my phone when I got out.

I called, but it was off.

I thought the driver sold it.

Forget it, the old phone isn't worth much.

But now, five years later, it has come back.

I charged it.

Turned on.

I still remember the password.

Opened the photo album.

All photos of her and me.

In the summer of 2017, we were by the sea.

In the winter of 2017, we were in the snow.

In the spring of 2018, we were under the cherry blossom tree.

In August 2018, the last group photo. She smiled very happily.

I remember that day.

That was the last month we were together.

In September, we broke up.

She said, you have no ambition.

I said, I just don't want to be so tired.

She said, then we are not suitable.

I said, okay.

On the day we broke up, I deleted all her photos.

Except for the ones in my phone.

Because the phone was lost.

I thought those photos were gone forever.

But now they have come back.

I flipped through them one by one.

I saw a special one.

September 10, 2018.

She sat in the café, lowering her head.

There was a note under the photo:

"Today she said she wanted to break up. I haven't agreed yet. Take a photo to keep a memory."

I stared at that line of words, suddenly remembered.

That day she indeed brought up breaking up.

I said, let's think about it again.

She said, okay.

Two days later, on September 12, I lost my phone.

Three more days passed, we officially broke up.

I opened the contact list.

Her number is still there.

I hesitated for a long time.

I made the call.

"The number you dialed is not in service."

I opened WeChat again.

Her profile picture is still the same as five years ago.

The last chat record:

"September 15, 2018"

"She: Then let's leave it at that."

"I: Okay."

I stared at the screen, not moving for a long time.

I called that driver.

"Hello?"

"Master Chen? I am Li Yang."

"Oh, did you receive the phone?"

"Got it. Thank you. But I want to ask, why return it only now?"

He was silent for a while.

"Because I have also lost things before."

"What?"

"My son. In September 2018, he died in a car accident."

"I'm sorry..."

"It's okay. After dropping you off that day, I got a call from the hospital. I rushed over, but he was already gone."

"Later I was always very sad. Your phone was in my car and I never had the mood to deal with it."

"Until last month, I sorted through the belongings and found his diary."

"He wrote: 'Dad is always very busy, but he sends me messages every time he goes out. I keep all those messages. If one day I'm not around anymore, I hope someone can return them to me.'"

"I cried after watching it."

"I think, there might also be important things in your phone."

"So I found you and returned this to you."

I couldn't say a word.

After a long time, I said: "Indeed it is important, thank you."

Hung up the phone.

I watched those photos again.

Then exported everything and saved it on the computer.

I haven't contacted her again.

I couldn't contact her either.

Because for some people, missing it is just missing it.

But I am very glad these photos came back.

They remind me:

I once loved someone.

Loved seriously.

That's enough.