Zhuo Feng raised his feet and walked into the alley.

There are no street lights in the alleys, only one light bulb at the end of the alley.

Zhuo Feng walked into the alley darker and darker.

Most of the residents in the alley have turned off the lights and gone to sleep.

As I continued to walk inside, the stones in my pocket shook more and more, and finally stopped shaking in front of a house.

Zhuo Feng stopped and looked around, but he didn't find anything special.

It may be the sound of Zhuo Feng turning the bricks, and he heard the voice of an old woman in the house.

"Ping'er, is Ping'er back?"

Then the lights in one of the rooms are turned on and the lights shine through.

Chirping!

An old woman fumbled through the door in her padded pajamas and walked out.

"Ping'er, is that you? Are you back? Why don't you talk when you come back?"

The old grandmother groped her way to Zhuo Feng, took Zhuo Feng's hand and walked inside.

The house is not large, with two floors up and down, but there are only two rooms each, connected by stairs up and down. There's a small room next to it.,I guess it's a bathroom.。

Walking into the house, there are no furnishings in the house, but it is cleaned up and every object is fully utilized.

An old-fashioned wooden bed is placed in the innermost, and there is a large wooden cabinet at the head of the bed, the kind with locks on the top and bottom.

There was a large wooden board fixed on the top of the cabinet, and an iron chain was attached to the roof at each end, and four or five beds of cotton wool were placed on the large wooden board, each covered by a large white bag.

Zhuo Feng turned around and found that the only valuable thing in this house was the 21-inch TV on the wooden cabinet, the electric fan placed in the corner, and an old-fashioned sewing machine.

The old grandmother held Zhuo Feng's hand with one hand, and touched Zhuo Feng up and down with the other hand, shaking her lips, full of excitement.

"Grandma, you sit down first. Zhuo Feng helped the old man to a chair and sat down.

"Grandma, you may have misrecognized someone. I'm not what you call Ping'er. I was just passing through. ”

Zhuo Feng tried to speak slowly as much as possible, so that the old man could understand.

"Oh, my children and grandchildren come back to see me every time it's the New Year. You're not Ping'er, what are you doing standing outside my door? You see there's nothing to worry about in my old woman's house. ”

The old man listened carefully to the voice of the young man in front of him, which was a little different from the voice of Ping'er he had heard before.

The emotional old man is unable to see people with his eyes, and he is completely distinguished by his voice.

"Grandma, as I said earlier, I was just passing by, and I lived outside this street, at four or five intersections. Zhuo Feng hurriedly explained.

"You're not my Ping'er, I Ping'er said that I would come back to see my grandmother every year. Why is it that this year is almost Chinese New Year's Eve, why haven't you seen me Ping'er yet?"

The old woman choked up.

After a while, the old man groped his way to the sewing machine, touched a bamboo basket with his hand, and took out a few pairs of insoles and a pair of men's cotton shoes.

"I made it all for my children and grandchildren, and every year when he came back, he would happily pack it up and take it home to wear. These shoes are comfortable to wear. ”

The old man held the upper of the shoe with his hand, and when he spoke of emotion, tears could not help but drip from his cheeks to the upper of the shoe.

At that moment, the stone in the pocket shook violently again.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

With each drop, the stone vibrates violently for a moment.

What is the situation? Didn't you have to absorb the essence of antiques to vibrate in the past? How can this teardrop also stimulate you to vibrate now?

Zhuo Feng was a little surprised.

The old man groped in the bamboo basket, found a shaft coil, hung it on the tail post of the sewing machine, and groped again, threading the thin thread to the needle.

Although the old man could not see it, this coherent movement was done in one go and was very skillful.

I saw that the old man turned the ring of the sewing machine, and pressed the pedal under his feet, and when he stepped back and forth, the sewing machine spun rapidly.

The old man hurriedly pushed the cotton cloth in his hand. The thick cotton cloth was hooked back and forth with the needles moving in and out, and in the blink of an eye, they were covered with neat rows of threads.

During the whole process, the needles of the sewing machine did not pierce the old man's hand.

The old man cut the thread from the needle, pulled out the thick cotton cloth, and fumbled along the coil.

After a while, a pair of soles was ready.

The old man took the insole, walked over, and groped for it to put it in Zhuo Feng's hand.

Zhuo Feng hurriedly took his hand, sat on the chair, took off his shoes, and stuffed the insoles into his shoes, which was just right.

After the mat, stand up, and your feet are full of comfort, which is very suitable. The stone in the pocket, as if sensing something, began to vibrate violently again.

It's amazing.

The old man couldn't see with his eyes, but he knew what size of shoes he was wearing just by pulling his hand.

"Grandma, this insole is too comfortable to wear. Thank you. ”

"My grandson Ping'er said the same thing, he always said that the cotton shoes and insoles I made were very comfortable to wear. If you like it, boy. It's just that my old man mistakenly compensated you for being my grandson. ”

The old man groped his way to the bed again and sat down slowly.

Zhuo Feng activated his consciousness and glanced at the old man and the entire room.

Although the essence of the old man's body is thin, it is still energetic, some places are incomplete, and some places are quite energetic, and the essence of his hands and feet is.

Throughout the room, every object had something on it that was the same as the old man's body.

Could it be that this is what Blue Pig Jun said, when an object has quite pure feelings with the original owner, it will infect the essence of the original owner, and let it remain?

Could it be that the essence sensed by the stone is the essence generated by such feelings?

Aren't they here to maintain order in our spirit world? They also need emotions?

Zhuo Feng held the stones in his pocket and slowly approached these objects with residual essence.

Wherever it is close to the essence, the stone will shake a few times.

It really is.

But why is it that when the old man weeps, when it falls on the upper of his shoes, the vibration is stronger?

Could it be that the cotton shoes made by the old man are completely poured into the whole body emotion?

When I got close to the cotton shoes, the vibration was very strong.

The old man poured his life's emotions into that flat child and grandson.

What a pair of grandchildren this is.

Zhuo Feng's left hand moved consciously, and he collected these essences into a container.

With a move of the right hand, he summoned a group of essence that had been trained,

After injecting a little energy ball into the essence around the old man's body, he adjusted it appropriately, and the old man's incomplete place was slightly lingering, so that the old man could see the object in front of him again.

Inject a little more energy, so that this already scarce essence will continue to heat up, become energetic, and will not die out quickly.

The old man had already fallen asleep by the head of the bed, Zhuo Feng hurriedly straightened the old man, covered the quilt, closed the door gently, and retreated.

Zhuo Feng knew that the old man would definitely not accept his own money, so he secretly took out two renminbi from his pocket and put them on the bedside table.

Unexpectedly, tonight he unexpectedly gained the conditions that could make the stone induce vibration, Zhuo Feng was so happy.