The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 40 Love cannot be stopped even by death
Shen Le wanted to cry but had no tears.

Everything was fine, there was no grudge or hatred, but he just drew a large ink line on someone's door.

Those who knew would think that Mo Dou had gone berserk on his own, while those who didn’t would think that I had brought Mo Dou with me and invented a new way for thieves to scout the area!

He opened his spiritual eyes in the midst of his busy schedule and took a quick look. The plumb line and the ink line were boiling with energy, and it was obvious that the little inkstone was jumping up and down in excitement.
However, the ink lines left on the door were faint and almost invisible, far inferior to the furniture in the house.

Shen Le felt that this little bit of ink line should not cause any harm to the occupants of the room...

It was too late to find a rag to wipe the ink line. The footsteps were coming to the door. When the owner opened the door, he would see me wiping the ink line...

The picture couldn’t be more beautiful!
"Go!"

He grabbed the lead sinker with his left hand and wrapped his right hand around the ink line several times. After wrestling back and forth for a few rounds, he finally dragged the ink line and the lead sinker back together.

While stuffing the money into his backpack, he turned around and hurried downstairs.

He walked on tiptoe, trying to be as silent as possible, while at the same time, he pricked up his ears to listen to any sounds in the room.

Listening over and over, they could only hear the husband's muffled cough and his wife's soft sobs. Thank God, they didn't find out...

Shen Le sneaked out of the community like a thief, went to Tianxianglou to pick up Xiao Ling after get off work, and went straight home. When he got home, his phone moved and several messages popped up:

"Mr. Shen, has the toolbox you bought behaved abnormally these days?"

"Mr. Shen, the family that sold you the toolbox has reported the case again today. Is there anything unusual going on here?"

"Mr. Shen, excuse me. If there is any movement of the toolbox, please be sure to contact us."

Oh no, the WeChat of the Special Affairs Duo. Shen Le blankly deleted the message, pretending not to have seen it.

Anyway, WeChat is not DingTalk, so there is no “read but not replied” display.

I saw the toolbox move. I was watching the whole thing. Apart from flicking a few ink lines, it didn't do anything strange, didn't run into the room to strangle anyone, and didn't hit anyone with a lead weight.

I'll take responsibility for the little inkstone matter!
Shen Le rolled up his sleeves and continued to fight with the jujube wood ghost ball.

The little Pinocchio peeked around, handed over a carving knife, an electric drill, a chisel, and swept the wood chips on the workbench with a small broom, and occasionally poured a glass of water for Shen Le.

Shen Le was very pleased:

Hey, Pinocchio is a good boy. Look at how much he has done for him. Unlike Modou, who only knows how to cause trouble for him!
Putting down the carving knife once again, Shen Le took a deep breath, closed his eyes and practiced internal energy, intending to use his "internal energy" to slow down his fingers. Before he could even out his breath, his cell phone suddenly emitted a high-pitched sound. Shen Le leaned over and took a look:
"..."

I have to accept this.

Did the local policeman in charge of this area, the young policeman Shi Guangbing, call him?
"Hello? ...Um, yes. ...No, there's nothing wrong with the toolbox. ...There's a lot of extra ink lines on their door? That has nothing to do with me!"

"Mr. Shen." The young policeman on the other end of the phone spoke more seriously:
"We checked the surveillance video and found that you had entered this doorway of their house from the time they returned home to the time they discovered the ink mark on the door panel."

"..."

Shen Le was speechless for a moment. What could he say? Could he say that Xiao Modou dragged him here, and then ran out by himself and tapped the ink line on their door?

"...Please tell them that the ink line will not harm them, and that such things will never happen again. That's it. I'm busy. I'm hanging up now!"

He hung up the phone and immediately grabbed the ink fountain. He shook it twice, swung it twice, and knocked it twice:
"Is this the end? Why on earth would you do such a thing? Why? - You won't tell me, right?"

He grabbed the copper sheet and pressed it fiercely on the ink fountain. Immediately, a stream of heat rushed from his fingertips to the copper sheet, and then from the copper sheet into his mind.

It's black in front of you.

The black color is very distinctive, like a piece of black cloth fluttering in front of you.

Shen Le calmed down, and then calmed down again, and found that there was indeed a black cloth floating in front of him, one on the left and one on the right. In the middle of the black cloth, there was a black and white photo, and the old man in the photo smiled at him gently.

…The memory was not accurate this time. It was too close and almost hit someone else’s portrait…

Shen Le took two steps back and looked around. The place where the portrait was displayed was a very familiar room. Several of his previous memories seemed to have happened here.

On the sofa opposite the portrait, an old lady with silver hair slightly raised her head and stared at her husband's portrait silently.

After looking for a long time, she got up with difficulty, picked up an inkstone from the table under the portrait, and rubbed it gently.

"Old man..."

The old man's voice was slow and there was not much sadness in it, only nostalgia flowing gently:

"You've been gone for many years, and I'm old too. I've been maintaining these tools, taking them out to check every day, and often wiping and sharpening them. Now, I can hardly maintain them anymore..."

"Xiaohua now uses electric equipment and doesn't need these anymore. When I'm gone, I don't know who will remember them, or who will use them..."

Xiaohua?

Shen Le pricked up his ears quickly. He had heard this name before. It was the name of the husband in the quarreling couple.

So, the couple who were arguing to the point of divorce were indeed the old couple’s son and daughter-in-law?
She took out the tools from the wooden box one by one and spread them out on the table. After taking seven or eight tools, she was a little out of breath and had to drag a stool to sit down and continue her work.

Each time I took out a piece, I wiped it carefully from beginning to end with a soft cloth. I applied anti-rust grease to the metal parts, and I gently touched the edge with my fingertips to make sure it was still sharp.

As he wiped it, he smiled slightly, his eyes curved upwards, revealing endless nostalgia:
"You designed this special-shaped compass, adding a part to the drawing leg...

With this section, it is much easier to draw circles on planes, curved surfaces, spheres and special-shaped parts..."

"You also designed this plane. There is a bend on the plane, which is specially used for plane curved surfaces...

At that time, we received a batch of orders, and the curved surface was particularly difficult. It was all thanks to the plane you designed that we were able to complete that batch of things, and we also received a five-dollar bonus..."

"And this curved chisel. At that time, I was pregnant with Xiaohua, and it was inconvenient for me to draw because I was in my advanced stage of pregnancy. You helped me draw the picture..."

"besides……"

Shen Le stood beside her breathlessly, watching her wipe and repair the tools one by one. She could tell the origin of each one, and each one could tell the shared memories of the old couple.

Is this true love?

A love that transcends time and cannot be erased even by death...

so good……

　py a new book:
　　"What bad intentions can Batman have?"

　　Chen Tao never expected that even if he traveled through time, he would actually become Batman himself.

　　As we all know, Batman is extremely smart, has extraordinary wisdom, and has extraordinary fighting skills. But - what does all this have to do with me, a time traveler?

　　oh! It's okay, I can inherit Batman's power and memories...? ! ? Wait, why are they all parallel universe versions?

　　The cat's phone was rescued, but the frightened cat has already bought a new phone

　　Please save your guaranteed monthly tickets for now, save them for Monday, May 5th, so that we can rush to the new book list together... This week's new book list has been scrapped anyway, so sad

　　
　
(End of this chapter)