On a sunny afternoon, designer Xiaoyang sat by the window of his studio, playing with an ancient and exquisite embroidery piece. The delicate stitches and vibrant colors all showcase the unique charm of traditional handicrafts. However, the changes of the times have gradually made these traditional skills fade out of people's sight, which makes Xiaoyang deeply regretful.

Mobile phone chargers have become a common accessory in our daily lives. However, have you ever thought about what repair and recycling secrets are hidden behind these seemingly ordinary chargers? Today, I will take you to explore the truth.

My curiosity began with a chance encounter. That day, while organizing my belongings at home, I discovered a pile of discarded phone chargers. Some of these chargers are no longer usable, while others appear to be able to continue using them. Out of my interest in electronic products, I have decided to conduct some research on these chargers to see if there are any unknown secrets behind them.

It was a stormy night, and the city's neon lights were shining uneasily in the storm. I am walking home with heavy footsteps, as if each step carries a feeling of impending collapse. Just now, I received an email from the company stating that due to a sudden change in the company's financial situation, my project has been indefinitely put on hold and my position is also in jeopardy. For me, who has been struggling in a big city for many years and finally found a foothold, this is undoubtedly a huge blow.

It was a sunny morning, and a few friends and I decided to go hiking and explore the outskirts. We set off with great enthusiasm, carrying cameras, maps, and some essential items, ready to embark on a day of adventure. However, none of us expected that this expedition would not only bring joy and surprise, but also make a unique phone case a witness to our journey.

As night falls, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually fades away, replaced by a silence and dim lights. As an urban night wanderer, I have long been accustomed to this rhythm: busy with work and daily chores during the day, and my own time at night. During this period, the portable power bank became my closest companion, accompanying me on my journey through the dim lights.

On that peaceful and ordinary night, I sat alone under dim yellow lights, my phone screen flickering with a faint light, reminding me that my battery was about to run out. I habitually picked up the charging cable that had been with me for a long time from the cluttered desktop, gently inserting one end into the charging port of my phone, and firmly inserting the other end into the socket in the corner of the wall. Everything seemed so ordinary, like countless nights repeating a scene, but no one expected that this time, it would bring an unprecedented crisis.