Resurrection of spirit energy: I really don't want to be prodigal!

As soon as Lu Xingchen put the seriously damaged butterfly on the table, the old man laughed when he saw it.

"You young man, are you from outside?"

"The wise eyes of the old man!"

"Hehe, this thing is just a very ordinary silver jewelry. You can find dozens of times better than it in any jewelry store. Why do you need to repair it?"

"Because it means a lot to someone."

"I understand! But this thing is not something a man should wear!"

The old man picked up the butterfly hairpin, looked at it carefully for a while, and weighed it in his hand a few times.

"Fifty spirit stones for the repair fee."

Without further ado, Lu Xingchen took out a Spirit Crystal Card from his pocket. When the other party saw it, he pushed the credit card machine in his shop in front of him.

He swiped the card on it, and when confirming the number, he deliberately changed it to two hundred.

By the time the old man realized it, he had already received two hundred spirit stones, and the price had tripled!
"Hey! You really are a rich man!"

"However, old man, I only have one request, to restore it as much as possible, to its original appearance!"

The old man was smoking a cigarette, laughing and clicking.

"Of course, it's always been like this in the underworld to take money to do things!"

After that, the old man put the butterfly on a piece of white paper, and used some special tools to clean off the stains on it thoroughly, and then used the tools to slowly correct the deformed part of the butterfly.

Soon, half a silver shiny butterfly appeared in his hand.

Next, the old man began to trace the pattern of the butterfly.

The old man's skills were quite superb. He held a charcoal pencil and meticulously depicted the entire structure of the butterfly. After that, he took the template and walked into the depths of his shop.

Then there was a knocking sound, the sound of the stove burning, and the faint smell of borax after heating.

About an hour later, the old man came out tremblingly, with a pair of glasses on his nose and a small silver shiny butterfly hairpin in his hand.

Today's little butterfly is completely complete, with its arms stretched out, shiny and delicate, and on the tentacles of the butterfly, there are a few small silver beads spinning around. With the slight shaking of the butterfly, the silver beads can still move, which shows that, The skills of the old craftsmen have reached the point of perfection.

"Hehe, let's see how I am doing the repairs! This thing! It's all old jewelry from the old city of Mincheng decades ago, just make it out after a random repair!"

The old man is also happy now, after Lu Xingchen took the butterfly card, he handed it to Di Luo.

The girl took it, and after playing with it for a while, without saying a word, she lifted it up and placed it in front of Lu Xingchen's eyes.

Of course he knew what she thought.

So, in anticipation of Dilo, he gently pinned the brand-new butterfly hairpin on the girl's hair, and at the same time, pulled off the hood on her head a little.

Suddenly, a delicate little face was revealed.

"Hey, what a beautiful girl, come and look in the mirror!"

The old man couldn't help laughing when he saw Dilo's face, the wrinkles on his face curled up around his cheeks.

Di Luo twisted her small face and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't say anything, and didn't have much expression on her face, but from her obviously shining eyes, Lu Xingchen could see that she was really I like the way it looks now.

"It looks good, but I always feel that there is something missing, young man, you wait, I will give you the whole tassel!"

The old man looked at it for a while, and then staggered back to the small room at the back of the shop. After a while, he came out holding a red tassel with knotted flowers.

"Here, you tie it up for her, girl, you must dress up more delicately to look good!"

Lu Xingchen took the flower spike, and tied it lightly to the butterfly hairpin according to the old man's instructions, and then the part of her lower body was along the bangs on her forehead, and went around her right ear all the way.

During the whole process, Dilo didn't move and let him do it.

It wasn't until his fingers moved under her hair, on the position of her right ear, that he realized that there was a five-petal flower-shaped earring above her earlobe.

And this red flower fringe was tied around her temples at the end, and the hanging part was just in line with the earrings. A fringe dangled gently by her right ear, making her look much more graceful.

In this way, today's Dilo doesn't seem to be as dead and lifeless as before, but has an extra delicateness and agility unique to girls.

After bidding farewell to the old man in the jewelry store, Lu Xingchen took her back to the poor street again.

Although Dilo didn't understand his intentions, she followed silently.

When they came to the small courtyard where Greedy Wolf lived again, he pulled the hood off Dilo's head a little.

Tanlang, who was teaching the two children a lesson in the yard, also happened to see them.

The eyes of the other three people soon focused on the silver butterfly above Dilo's head that was about to fly.

"small butterfly!"

The moment Xiao Zhuang saw the butterfly, he suddenly screamed, and then quickly ran to Dilo, looking eagerly at the silver butterfly above her head.

"Want to touch it?"

Lu Xingchen could see the eagerness and anticipation in the opponent's eyes.

The child nodded vigorously, and he gestured to Dilo.

Then Dilo bent down slightly and showed him the butterfly hairpin.

At this time, the child wiped his palm vigorously on the clothes a few times, and then lightly touched the butterfly's wings and its tentacles with his trembling fingers.

Jingle Bell!
The small silver beads on the top made a crisp sound, the sound was very small, but it could be heard.

"Woooo!"

At this time, the child couldn't help it anymore, covered his mouth, and began to cry.

"Little Butterfly... It really looks like this when my mother gave it to me, exactly the same!"

Seeing the child crying sadly, Tanlang walked over at this moment and slapped him generously on the top of the head.

"You son of a bitch, cry! A man, don't cry!"

He said so, but his strength was obviously much weaker.

Afterwards, Tanlang and Lu Xingchen went into the room to talk again.

And Dilo stood at the door with her head down, listening to the two children telling her stories about the poor streets with great interest.

This time, the conversation between the two was obviously much longer.

When they came out again, Lu Xingchen's face was full of joy.

"Tanlang, you understand what I mean. By this time tomorrow, I will send someone to contact you. At that time, the poor streets will be managed by you."

"Mr. Lu, I understand!"

"As for the two so-called gangs, I will find a way to eliminate them together, and you are only responsible for taking over!"