The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 10 Pinocchio, you will soon be alive!
The two guests looked at each other. The boy holding the pole waved to the child's mother and pointed at a wooden box that the pole was pointing at:
"Is that puppet usually placed here?"

"Yes, that's it! What happened to the puppet?"

"may be……"

"Zhang Bingxin!" The young man in Tang suit interrupted his young companion loudly:
"We still need to look for more clues. Thank you for your cooperation, we will solve the problem as soon as possible... By the way, where did you throw the puppet?"

"It was thrown out of the window. It must have fallen into the river..."

Falling into the river would be troublesome. It would drift away with the water for days and nights, and no one knew where it would drift to. Also, water is yin, and the river water at night is especially yin, which can well cover the slight yin energy on the puppet...

The two special visitors said goodbye and left. One took a detector and the other took out a compass, and they swept along the river. While sweeping, the baby-faced boy asked in a low voice:

"Brother, can we really help? Although we are from the Maoshan Sect, I have only learned for two years and I can't use many of the moves..."

"I have to help even if I can't." The young man in Tang suit sighed:
"In recent years, the vitality of heaven and earth has recovered, and various special events have increased. Originally, it was demons and ghosts. In the past ten years, various old objects have also begun to have a tendency to toss. There is no other way. There are not enough people, so we had to be sent out. We can't fight, but at least we can help find things and locate them."

"Then...what if the puppet is really fierce? Can't we ask Master Uncle and the others to come?"

"Many of them are in the museum! Just think about it, they are so old!"

"Wait, there's news! The puppet was picked up by someone, and the person who picked it up lives... No. 18, Nanhua Street? Shall we go take a look?"

Shen Le didn't know that someone was following the clues and was about to find him. He went to find food on his own, filled his stomach, returned to the workshop, and picked up the puppet head:

"Is it really you? Did you lead those children here? Why did you do this...?"

"What is your relationship with that big camphor tree? Why is it willing to help you? Why is it willing to protect the children and let them sleep peacefully on the tree branches for a night, free from all the shock and cold wind, and not even a mosquito bite for a whole night?"

"Why, in such an obvious location, I didn't see the three children at first, and even the police didn't see them?"

The puppet lay quietly in his palm. It didn't shake, didn't make any sound, and there was no expression on its faded face. Shen Le stared at it for a long time, then put the puppet down in frustration, rolled up his sleeves, and started to work:
"Why am I talking to a puppet like you... Forget it, let's fix it first. Maybe after it's fixed, you can talk to me. Work harder. Now that the head is fixed, fix the torso. Let's try to finish it in three days!"

The repair method of the torso and head is similar, which is also cleaning, grooving, dovetail joints, filling with wood glue, filling with wood powder, quick-drying wood glue curing, and flattening the surface. Next, the defects of the right forearm and thigh are not so easy to repair:
There was a hole in the thigh that needed to be repaired. Shen Le first cleaned and grooved it, then selected a piece of wood of similar shape and cut it into shape piece by piece. After a little sanding and applying wood glue, he hammered it in;

As for the defect in the right forearm...

"Huh? Why does it look like it's burnt?"

Shen Le held the puppet's arm in his hands and looked at it from left to right. The surface of the puppet was covered with a layer of burnt black. He rubbed it with his fingers and rubbed off a thin layer of black ash. Then he looked at the fingers on the puppet's right hand, each one was intact.

"Logically speaking, if the arm is burned, the fingers can't still be good... Could it be that they have been replaced? Never mind, let's just fix it!"

He held the puppet's arm with his left hand, picked up a thin knife with his right hand, pressed the back of the knife with his left thumb, and pushed it outwards. Soon, the damaged part became smooth and flowing. Then, he picked up the smallest chisel and dug out the mortise and tenon grooves. "In theory, this can be directly pasted with wood glue and wood powder, and then trimmed. However, after all, it is a puppet that will cry for help. If a whole piece of wood can be used to embed it, it is better to use a whole piece of wood..."

Shen Le measured the puppet's arm, then placed it on a piece of wood to measure it, and finally drew a smooth arc on the wood. He raised the paring knife and cut along the arc, digging out a piece of wood that was similar in shape to the defect on the puppet, with a dovetail groove on it. After carefully shaping it, he hammered it into the puppet's arm, and it fit perfectly!

"Well done! As expected of me, my wood carving skills rank first in the class!"

He praised himself vigorously, then picked up the sandpaper and polished the burnt parts of the puppet's arms. After polishing them all clean, he arranged the limbs one by one in order, like a lotus root before the lotus incarnation jumped up:
"The next step is to wait for the sander to arrive, sand the entire body, fix the color, paint, and polish. Pinocchio, you'll be alive soon!"

Before he could finish his words, everything went dark before his eyes and the world changed again.

The second time?

The second time I was taken on a journey through time by the puppet, or rather, was it that I saw the puppet’s memories?

The first time is new, the second time is familiar. Shen Le was not nervous this time. He stood leisurely and looked around.

In front of me seemed to be a dilapidated old theater, empty, with no audience or performers. There was only the sound of slow footsteps, tap, tap, tap, approaching from out of sight.

Shen Le took a few quick steps and looked in the direction of the sound. An old man with almost completely white hair walked out of the door. His clothes were covered with dust, and his shoulders, front, elbows, and knees were all covered with patches.

He walked to the edge of the stage steps, looked around, put down the package in his hand, and carefully took out a...

puppet?

Shen Le's eyes jumped. The puppet was dressed in a bright red dress, had a beautiful face, and a bright red cinnabar mole on the corner of its eye that looked like tears. It was the one he was repairing.

However, the dress was complete and brilliant, and the silver embroidery of a phoenix wearing a peony was vivid and lifelike. It was completely different from the dusty little Pinocchio in her memory.

The old man held the puppet in one hand and a wooden board strung with silk threads in the other hand, raising it into the air. The silk threads fell, and the puppet was suspended in the air. Gently pulling the silk threads, the puppet's limbs and head began to sway, and it danced:
"Suddenly I heard the sound of golden drums and painted horns, which aroused my lofty ambition to break through the gate of heaven. I thought of the majestic peach blossom horse and the blood of the enemies splattering on my pomegranate skirt..."

A high-pitched, gentle, and intense voice, similar to that of a woman, came out of the old man's mouth. At the same time, the puppet raised his hands, waved his sleeves, stroked his heart, and twisted his fingers, with smooth movements that matched the rhythm of the music.

If you ignore the silk strings on the puppet and the hands pulling the strings, the scene before your eyes is clearly that of a famous actor giving a performance wholeheartedly for the audience.

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