The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 14 Pinocchio, I'm sorry, I wronged you...

"What are you doing!"

The reed mat at the entrance of the shack was roughly lifted. A few pairs of military boots blocked both ends of the shack, and the gleaming bayonets reflected an ominous light under the torches:
"What are you doing in a place like this in the middle of the night?"

"Madam! Madam, we are good citizens!" The old man stood up among the children, bowing his head and holding up the puppet in his hand to show it to the translator among the soldiers:

"The old man told them the story of Sun Wukong...to comfort the children, to comfort the children!"

Shen Le's head buzzed.

He had also learned this song when he was a child. At that time, the teacher led them to sing in a bright, safe and warm classroom, telling them about the invasion of the Japanese devils and the stories of little heroes;
And now, this old man, in the dark and cold shack, when the Japanese devils may come to search at any time, secretly performs for the children, telling them that there are children like this, there are little heroes like this, who are resisting the Japanese devils together with us and you, and are willing to sacrifice for it!

His chest heaved, and he tightly grasped the pole of the shack, tears almost flowing down on the spot. The interpreter stared at the puppet in disbelief, looked at the tattered cloth jacket and skirt, and snorted:
"Is this thing also considered Sun Wukong?"

"We are poor, sir, we are poor." The old man hunched his back, raised the puppet in his hand a little higher, and pulled it several times. As he moved, the puppet jumped flexibly, doing front flips, back flips, cartwheels, front somersaults, back somersaults, tucked somersaults, spins, kite flips...

"Hmph! Just barely passable."

The interpreter snorted, turned around and said a few words in Japanese loudly, and walked away with the Japanese soldiers. The old man held his breath and listened, and waited until the noise outside could no longer be heard, then he put the puppet's coat back on and continued singing.

Shen Le stood in the darkness, watching the puppet take steps, turn around, swing high, and fall flat on its back. Its body kept twitching, and its fists were tightly clenched. When it came to the last part, he couldn't help but sing along:
"The autumn wind blew through every village, spreading this touching story. Every villager sang the song of the little cowherd with tears in his eyes..."

In the shack, every child's eyes were sparkling and filled with tears as they looked up at the puppet in the old man's hand. The flickering firelight shone from the firewood in the middle of the shack onto the puppet's face, and then from the puppet's face into every child's heart.

The vision slowly dimmed, then slowly brightened. The little Pinocchio lay quietly in front of him, naked, without a gorgeous red skirt or a gray jacket. However, this time, Shen Le stroked the little Pinocchio's cheek with a gentle gesture he had never used before:

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you..."

He calmed down, then started looking up information and drawing pictures, preparing to make the control board on the top of the puppet so that all the strings could be tied to the control board. After drawing for a while, he opened Taobao and started searching:
Forget about asking him to make his own clothes. He specializes in ancient building restoration, not fabric restoration. Even if he could repair the damaged fabrics on Pinocchio, he couldn't turn them into intact ones, let alone make similar ancient costumes.

For now, I'd better buy it...

Fortunately, Taobao has everything. For a puppet of 60cm in height, it is just right to use the clothes of a three-quarter BJD doll. There are many styles and the price is not bad. Ancient style doll clothes, ready-made, cheap or , expensive , , or . Of course, if you want to customize it, the price will not be this.

Shen Le took a picture of the doll clothes he had hand-painted, and then took another picture of the washed and dried puppet clothes fragments, and then began to browse Taobao stores one by one and communicate with each one:
"Hello, do you have this pattern and style?"

"No stock. Can be customized~~~"

"How much does it cost for custom-made?"

"It depends on the material you use. We have cotton, ramie, chiffon, polyester, silk, brocade..."

Shen Le happily browsed Taobao for a while, compared four stores, and spent 528 yuan to buy a set of ancient red dress called "Peony Fairy" for Pinocchio, as well as a wig, a crown and a necklace. After the purchase was completed, he looked at the time and realized that it was already evening:

"Well, I have to go out to find food again..." He stretched and stood up, and finally had time to check his phone to see if there was any recent news. When he opened WeChat, in addition to the classmates' group, exchanging various messages, there was a message from the young policeman Shi Guangbing:
"Hello? Is your puppet still there? Is it convenient for me to bring someone to take a look at the puppet?"

Shen Le had a good impression of him. Whether he pulled himself out of the river, stayed up all night looking for the child, or rushed in to direct the evacuation of the crowd and help treat the child, he was a reliable person. If such a person asked, he would naturally be willing to give him a favor.

"Convenient. When will you come?"

"Can I do it in 5 minutes?"

Shen Le walked leisurely from the first room of the east wing of the third courtyard to the sedan chair hall of the first courtyard. When he opened the main door of the mansion, he saw three people standing shoulder to shoulder at the door:
One of the acquaintances was the policeman Shi Guangbing, and the other two were strangers, one was a baby-faced teenager, and the other was a young man in a Tang suit. When he opened the door and came out, one of the two raised his hand and stared, while the other raised his phone and looked through the camera. Then, they looked at each other quickly. Both faces showed surprise at the same time.

Strange... The person in front of me, the owner of this mansion, is clearly an ordinary person. Whether it is the spiritual eye or the app that comes with the phone, nothing unusual can be shown.

The aura was normal, not tainted with darkness, nor was it extremely masculine and invulnerable to all evil, nor did it even have the feeling of being rich in merit and naturally immune to external evil;

His spiritual pressure was also normal; he was not a monk or a Buddhist disciple, and judging by his figure and gait, it was obvious that he was not a martial arts expert either.

How could such a person live so comfortably and like a fish in water in a mansion filled with such a strong evil spirit?

"You two want to see my puppet?"

"Yes." Shi Guangbing took a step forward, half turned around, spread out his right hand, and gestured to Shen Le:

"They are from the Municipal Bureau of Culture. This is Gu Yulin and this is Zhang Bingxin. They are currently working on a project related to intangible cultural heritage. They heard that you have a puppet that has been passed down for decades, so they asked me to ask if they could come and take a look."

"Mr. Gu, Mr. Zhang, please come in." Shen Le smiled and nodded at them with a ulterior motive. Whether his mansion, an ancient house, should be recognized as a protected building, the people from the Municipal Bureau of Culture should probably have a say. Now I know two people, it's not a loss!

The three followed Shen Le into the house. As soon as they entered the courtyard, the baby-faced boy exclaimed softly:
“What a beautiful wood carving! —Can I take a picture of it?”

"...Don't spread it out." Shen Le whispered. The baby-faced boy was eager to hear this, and had already raised his phone to take pictures. Beside him, the young man in Tang suit Gu Yulin raised his camera. The ridge beasts, the inverted lotus wood carvings on the capitals, the armchairs in the main hall...

I take pictures of everything I see, and I want to capture everything.

From an angle that Shen Le couldn't see, on the phone screen and the camera screen, rows of light yellow numbers kept jumping around, and occasionally a dark yellow or light red number popped up:

47, 65, 103, 56, 92…

These furniture and furnishings are all infused with demonic energy... Although they are still a long way from becoming demons, their energy values have already deviated far from the normal range...

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