The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 140 I don't want to fix you, so you're trying to save the country in a roundabout way? (Subscribe)

Shen Le stood in the narrow room, his heart pounding.

The progress of a country does not happen overnight, but is the result of accumulation bit by bit.

"Expel the Tartars and restore China" are just a few simple words, which are only mentioned lightly in history books and will not even be repeated.

However, for this step, someone needs to take the lead in expounding, someone needs to campaign, someone needs to publish books and newspapers, and someone needs to give speeches repeatedly in schools and at various gatherings.

It enlightened the people, formed a consensus, and gradually turned into a wave, leading to one uprising and revolution after another, bloodshed and sacrifice, and finally, with a thunderbolt, the whole world was shocked.

Every step the country took to break free from a semi-colonial and semi-feudal society and enter modern society was achieved through the sacrifices of countless people with lofty ideals and patriots who risked their lives and shed their blood!
The husband of the young couple in the room has already taken the first step and has begun to actively accept and promote new ideas;

And where will the life of his wife Peilan, the owner of this dressing box, go?

Will she fight alongside her husband and become one of the pioneers?

Will she be abandoned by her husband because of different goals, different ideas, or other reasons?

or……

Shen Le watched quietly. Time passed by quickly, and the relationship between the young couple was getting better and better.

Gradually, with her husband's encouragement, Perrin unbound her feet, took bigger steps when she walked, and smiled more;
Together with her cousin and sister-in-law, she went to the girls' school run by her husband, where she listened to him explain Chinese culture, new ideas, the oppression and restraint of women by etiquette, and the equality of men and women in the West.

With the encouragement of her husband, she even left home and entered a women's normal school, becoming the first student of the school.

The young couple went out to study during the day and came back at night to exchange what they had learned, analyze new ideas, encourage each other, and look forward to contributing to the country together.

They snuggle together under the window, with plum blossom shadows swaying outside the window. It seems that such happy days can last forever.

Shen Le watched their figures silently until the light and shadow in front of him disappeared. A small wooden comb and three small round boxes lay quietly on his knees. He brushed each comb tooth one by one and sighed:
"White hair to eyebrows... Alas..."

How many of the couples and revolutionaries of that era could truly grow old together?

For a moment, Shen Le actually felt fear and irritation. He didn't want to look for the remaining parts of the dressing box, nor did he want to continue repairing it.

I don’t want to watch it anymore, he said to himself, I don’t want to see the tragedy that follows—

After finally living a happy life, why do you have to go back to that era to watch the tragedy?
But the powder boxes did not seem to agree with his idea. The three small boxes were quiet for a while, then hummed together and opened their lids.

Although there was nothing inside and no makeup at all, Shen Le could smell a soft fragrance.

The fragrance was faint at first, but gradually became stronger and stronger, penetrating every pore and wrapping around him. Shen Le moved his palms and felt a little obstruction at his fingertips, as if they were entangled by something -

I twisted it and it was slippery, extremely thin, and seemed to be there and not there. I wanted to pick it up, but my fingertips had no foothold, so I could only guess secretly:
Red rope?

Black hair?

Did the small wooden comb also make a move?
Are you also expressing your opinions and asking him to help find all the companions?

"You are going too far." Shen Le frowned and placed the wooden comb and round box on the table in front of him.

He closed his eyes and practiced the technique. Heat swirled around his body, and the fragrance and entangled feeling were naturally bounced away.

Shen Le directed the heat to his palms and patted and wiped them all over his body.

After taking a photo, I suddenly felt a lot more refreshed. No fragrance or other things could touch me at all.

Hey, did you see that?
I can completely get rid of this influence with just a little effort, you can't touch me at all!

Shen Le showed it to the little ones first, letting them see that they had superior power, and then he began to lecture them.

Well, I don't know if these little guys have intelligence or not, and I don't know if they can understand what he says. But as their master, he still has to show his attitude and give them a lecture!

"You want to find your partner, but you asked me for help, I don't owe you anything! If you want my help, just communicate properly, don't do this!"

This is me. I am strong enough to break free from your influence.

If it was an ordinary person, even an ordinary person who is timid, and you painted his face white for no reason, or combed his hair white for no reason, wouldn't he be scared to death? !

The wooden comb vibrated slightly and the lids of the round box collided with each other. It seemed as if they understood, but also as if they didn't. In short, Shen Le didn't hear any language similar to human speech, like the small oil lamp and the small ink fountain.

Their only way of communicating was to spread a large amount of color, swirling and twisting in the air. Gradually, it condensed into an arrow pointing to the distance.

The North?
Shen Le used the compass on his phone to check twice, but he was still unsure. He moved the little things to another room and changed the orientation, from the table facing north to facing west.

Mix up the boxes and combs, adjust the two wheels randomly, and cross your arms:
"Where do you want me to go? Where are your companions? Show me the way!"

The rouge-colored arrow rose again. This time, it was still pointing straight to the north, with the exact angle.

"It seems that if we want to find other components, we have to go north..."

Although he had a direction, Shen Le didn't really want to go. He leaned back in his chair and said lazily, reluctantly:
"So why should I go looking for you? What abilities do you have, what contributions can you make that are worth my trip?"

It’s not that he had to talk about contributions with these little guys, he just felt depressed just now, and when he thought about the history from the late Qing Dynasty to the founding of the People’s Republic of China, he felt very unhappy.

At this time, the wooden combs and porcelain boxes were still clamoring for their partners. If Shen Le didn't teach them a lesson, his thoughts would not make sense... The arrow turned twice in the air, looking very confused.

Shen Le watched it stretch, tie, and tie again, as if it was trying to draw a picture or write some words, but it seemed like it couldn't draw or write.

Several porcelain boxes opened and closed, opened and closed, turned in circles and jumped on the spot, but for a long while they were unable to express any effective opinions;

After a while, the small wooden comb jumped up, jumped onto Shen Le's head, and began to comb his hair one by one, making his scalp hot.

"...Are you trying to please me? Is that all you know?" Shen Le was silent. He looked left and right, walked to the mirror, and bent over to look at his appearance:
Fortunately, it didn't turn into a scary face like last time. The small wooden comb combed it diligently, and after twenty or thirty strokes, Shen Le finally caught it:
"Alright, alright, let me think about it. Just stay quiet for the next few days and don't make any noise!"

The porcelain box clicked twice, and the lid returned to its place, pretending to be a few very ordinary boxes. Shen Le left, wanting to rest for a few days before considering whether to look for something.

Who would have thought that before the next morning, Xiao Ling would come over that night and hug his thighs, swinging up and down:

[Shen Le, can you do me a favor? ]

"how?"

[You put on my makeup!] The little wooden puppet raised her pretty face, shining brightly, and the teardrop of rouge at the corner of her eye was breathtakingly beautiful:

[I have the same face every day, so annoying! Please help me change my makeup! Look at those beauties in the video, they have a different face every day, I want to change it too! ]

Shen Le covered his head on the spot, pressed his two thumbs on his temples, and rubbed them slowly clockwise. Face change? You want to change your face?

"Xiao Ling, your face is painted." Shen Le patiently explained to the puppet:
"Once it's painted on, it's fixed and can't be washed off!"

[But...but the makeup of those young ladies is different every day...]

"Other people's makeup is done with powder, rouge, eyebrow pencil, eye shadow and lipstick, which is different from yours!" Shen Le's headache is getting worse:
"Other people's makeup can be washed off with clean water, or at most makeup remover! Yours requires a knife to be scraped off. Do you want me to use a knife on your face?"

[But…]

The little wooden puppet swayed timidly. Shen Le waited patiently for a while, and then she said:
[Then let them put on makeup for me, okay? ]

"Who?"

[Just, just those few over there——]

Xiao Ling turned half a circle on the spot and pointed to the wing room on the right, which was the room where the small wooden comb and several porcelain boxes were placed.

Shen Le was slightly stunned, and walked over with her in his arms. As soon as he entered the door, the little wooden puppet jumped out of his arms:
【make up!】

【make up!】

【Put on my makeup! 】

[I want a dark gothic style! ! ! ]

How many videos have you watched secretly? How come you even know about the dark gothic style...

Shen Le's mood at this moment was just like seeing his own child holding a tablet and saying all kinds of strange words every day. He felt both headache and helplessness.

Fortunately, Xiao Ling doesn't have to study or take exams. Otherwise, Xiao Ling would be looking at her phone in class every day, and her grades would plummet. He really doesn't know what to do.

Collect the cell phone?
Smashed your phone?

Beat the child?
It seems like it's of no use...

Before Shen Le could even think of anything, the three box lids in front of him opened at the same time.

A pink and white light, a rouge and red light, and a gray and black light floated out, mixed in the air, and fell on the face of the little Pinocchio.

In an instant, Shen Le watched as the puppet's makeup changed from its original cute and lively look to a dark, gothic style that was eerie and terrifying.

Okay, okay, now you can’t convince me, so you go and hug Pinocchio’s thigh, right?

Have you learned how to save the country in a roundabout way?
The little wooden puppet was very happy. He spun in a circle and climbed onto Shen Le's lap:
[Okay! I'll change it for tomorrow!]

What's so good about this makeup...

Shen Le complained silently, picked up the puppet, and turned back. As he walked, he listened to her complaints:
[It’s a pity that there are too few paints to use… They said that if they had more paints, they could draw a lot of different shapes! ]

"What kind of pigment? Do you want natural pigment? Do you want me to grind it myself?"

[Anything is fine!] At this point, Xiao Ling paused and felt a little embarrassed:
[Shen Le, can you buy me a set of makeup? I have used up all my salary this month! Can you help me pay for it first and buy me a set? ]

Can Shen Le say no?
Can you say it?
The question is...how many types of "a set of makeup" are there?
How much does it cost?

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