In an old house.
Huang Chen's grandfather stood at the side, giving orders to the elven maid.
The elven maid called him Xiao Chen, and the elven maid called him Grandpa.
Huang Chen's grandfather stood at the side, teaching the elven maid step by step. "Xiao Chen, put on this leather apron first."
The leather apron he was talking about was made of dark yellow cowhide. It was covered in various oil stains, and it looked like an abstract artist's work. It was colorful.
Engine oil, black shoe polish, yellow shoe polish, brown shoe polish, white shoe polish, glue …
"Grandpa, is it like an apron?"
"Yes, yes." Huang Chen's grandfather spoke with a tone of praise. "Xiao Chen, let me tell you, this leather apron is good stuff."
"Back in the day, at the shoe repair stall, everyone wore cloth aprons. Only mine is made of cowhide. No matter if the shoe polish or glue falls on it, it won't soak through or dirty the clothes inside. "
"Aiya …"
"It's been under the bed for too long. It seems to be a little moldy."
Looking at the moldy leather apron, Huang Chen's grandfather said with some regret, "Xiao Chen, quickly use the brown shoe polish to maintain it. It's in the metal box next to it."
After maintaining the leather apron, the elven maid put the colorful leather apron around her neck. Huang Chen didn't know if she was willing or not.
Huang Chen's grandfather clicked his tongue. "Not bad. If you wear a militia hat, you'll look more like a shoemaker."
"It's a pity that Sun Tzu said you can't wear a hat. He said it will cover some camera."
Huang Chen's grandfather had to give up on the idea of putting a hat on the elven maid.
But Grandpa Huang was already very satisfied. He let the elven maid sit on the small wooden stool that he used to sit on. Then, he let her take a cloth and wipe the oily hand-operated shoe repair machine.
His lumbar spondylosis was caused by sitting on this small wooden stool day after day. Now that he had a robot, Grandpa Huang happily felt that he didn't have to be afraid of lumbar spondylosis anymore.
Xiao Chen's waist was made of iron. After sitting for a long time, she only needed a bit of sewing machine oil.
Half an hour later.
The uncles and aunties in the alley finished their breakfast. As usual, when they came to Grandpa Huang's house to see the robot, they saw a scene that made them not know whether to laugh or cry.
That beautiful and sci-fi elven maid was now wearing a colorful leather apron and sitting on a small wooden stool, seriously rocking the shoe repair machine.
"Crack ~ Crack ~ Crack ~"
This shoe repair machine, which had a few decades of history, did not go on strike. Instead, under the accumulation of grease and maintenance, it became very smooth.
Every time the elven maid shook the needle, the needle would accurately pass through the head of the needle holder, making a crisp clicking sound.
"Yo ~ Old Huang, you … you are so western. How did you get a robot as your disciple?"
"Oh my god, robots can mend the soles of shoes?"
"I say, Old Huang, don't waste this treasure. Look at how dirty your leather apron is. This robot is worth more than a hundred thousand. How can you bear to treat it like this?"
"Are you serious? Who has a pair of broken shoes at home? Quickly bring them over for our Xiao Chen to practice with!"
The uncles and aunties who had come to watch the show looked as if they had seen a shining treasure. They surrounded the elven maid in a circle and began to talk about it.
There really was an aunty who brought over a pair of broken shoes.
This was a pair of sports shoes that originally had serious lacerations at the top and a hole at the bottom. It was comparable to a tiger's mouth.
This pair of sports shoes was given to her grandson when he was in elementary school.
A child wearing shoes was like chewing on a shoe. In less than half a year, the shoes would be worn out.
The sports shoes were originally planned to be thrown away, but now it was perfect for the elven maid to practice with.
"Haha ~ What a nice warm pillow." Huang Chen's grandfather happily took the shoes. He did not expect that there would be a day when he could return to his old profession, and as a master at that.
The aunty who brought the shoes had a look of joy on her face. "Can it be fixed?"
"Yes, yes, yes ~" Huang Chen's grandfather said with great familiarity. "The soles and soles of the shoes were glued together. Now that the glue has been removed, you just need to use a cotton thread to make a circle around the soles of the shoes. I guarantee that it will be as firm as welding."
"The shoes are black. I asked Xiao Chen to use black cotton thread. As long as the thread is pressed against the sides, you won't be able to see any traces of the thread."
"Don't do it at home ~" An uncle suggested. "Let's do it at the alley. Who knows, we might be able to attract some business for Xiao Chen."
"Yes, yes ~ Let's go to the alley."
"Old Huang, didn't you set up a stall by the roadside? Let's move to the alley facing the road. It'll be the same."
They did as they said. The uncles and aunties fiddled and moved the things that Huang Chen's grandfather used to eat to the side of the alley.
They let the elven maid sit at the end of the alley at the end of her work range and perform a manual shoe repair machine for the passers-by to thread the soles and uppers of the shoes.
The uncles and aunties were overjoyed. The passers-by's eyes were about to pop out.
This, this, this …
This was an elven maid.
To put it in a more westernized way, this group of uncles and aunties were Versailles.
To vent their anger a little, that would be a waste of God's gift.
How could this group of uncles and aunties bear to let a treasure like the elven maid sit at the entrance of the alley? Not only did they dress her up in rags, but they also let her operate a shoe repair machine?
Some passers-by who couldn't stand it quickly used their phones to post this scene on social media and video platforms.
Under the morning sun, the sunlight shone on this alley formed by old mottled tiled houses and bungalows.
The uncles and aunties laughed heartily. Those wrinkles that were full of age stretched out with their laughter.
They were wearing old-fashioned and monotonous clothes. They stood by the side of the cement road that had a very old feeling.
In the middle of them was an elven maid that represented the most cutting-edge technology in the world and condensed the most hardware and software.
It was wearing a worn leather apron. Amidst the aunties' hearty laughter, it shook an ancient machine with a long history at a leisurely pace.
"Click ~ Click ~ Click ~"
The rhythmic sound of the machine seemed to be transmitted from the alley to the ears of countless people through the photos.
In the video, the happy smiles of the uncles and aunties infected every audience.
Almost no one felt that this group of uncles and aunties were wasting God's gift. Instead, they felt that it was unique and unique.
Perhaps this is what a colorful life is like!
This was the collision of ancient and modern, life and technology.
The photos and videos spread exponentially on the Internet, and countless people commented on them.
There were even some comic studios that were infected by the photos. According to the photos, they worked together to create a cyberpunk comic that had strong color conflicts and was filled with Oriental colors.
The comics and original pictures quickly went out of the circle. Not only did they spread rapidly on Hua Xia's Internet, but even foreign social media platforms competed to repost them.
There were all kinds of comments below. They were sour and jealous.
For a time, the cartoonists who were active on the Internet were full of inspiration.
Some people were inspired to create comics of the elven maid leading the dance in the square and leading the uncles and aunties to do a square dance.
Some people were inspired to create comics of the elven maid wearing a sleeveless vest, walking in the field, leading an old yellow cow.
There were also comics of the elven maid pushing a millstone in a rural yard.
There were also comics of the elven maid holding a dustpan and sprinkling soybeans to feed the chickens. It was as punk as it could be.
The netizens also categorized these photos as the new elven punk in a pile of punk categories such as cyberpunk, nanopunk, atomic punk, steampunk, and so on.
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