The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 16 The Ultimate Function of Pinocchio
The copper piece, which was originally half the size of a palm, stretched outward a little and covered three quarters of the palm when placed in the palm. Shen Le weighed the copper piece in his hand and felt a little worried:
If we repair it piece by piece, and then lengthen it, repair it piece by piece, and then lengthen it, how big will it become in the end?

Let alone conjuring up a bronze ware, such as a tripod, even if you could conjure up a copper piece one foot square, I would not be able to bear it!

It is half the size of a palm and can be hung around the neck as a pendant, and told to others that it is an ancestral amulet. It is only one foot square, what can I think of it as?
Breast protection?

I stroked it with my fingertips again. When I repaired the gold-painted landscape screen last time, the copper sheet was slightly raised, as if there was an extra stroke. This time, there was another stroke, slightly intersecting with the previous stroke, as if there was another horizontal stroke under the dot. And in the empty space between the dot and the horizontal stroke, a small light spot flickered, bright and dark, bright and dark.

"What is this light spot for? What does it represent? Skills? Techniques? Space entrance? Or——"

Shen Le poked it tentatively. Where his fingertips touched, it didn't feel hard and rough like a copper sheet, but rather a little elastic and warm. Shen Le held his breath, concentrated, and poked it hard with all his strength.

It's black in front of you.

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, the house shook and dust, tiles and broken wood fell to the ground.

"Air strike! Air strike!"

"Hide now!"

"Second son! Second son——"

"Mom, Mom! Wow—"

Shen Le looked around in confusion. Above his head, a low rumble like thunder came closer and closer, and then a sharp whistling sound, as if it was going to pierce his scalp, broke through the air and came straight down!

Huh?
what's the situation?
The copper piece took me through time?
Or is there another world inside this copper piece, and I need to explore, grow, and find opportunities in this world?
However, this world is dangerous enough. Explosions, air raids, and this rumbling and whistling sound... Is it a war?!

Shen Le fell to the ground reflexively. The whistling sound lasted only a moment before it turned into a huge explosion, which almost deafened Shen Le.

He lay on the ground with his head in his hands for a long time. He walked out carefully only after hearing the whistling, explosions, and the sounds of houses collapsing gradually fade away.

living hell.

The burning wind blew towards us with smoke.

The smoke was filled with the lingering smell of blood, which made people want to vomit.

Shen Le had only seen war on TV and in the movies, but this was the first time he had experienced it in person. As far as he could see, one-third of the houses on the street had collapsed, and two-thirds were left. In the best case, the windows were all broken, and the roof tiles were damaged, shaking and falling down piece by piece.

"Put out the fire—"

"Put out the fire quickly - basin, where is the basin..."

"Help me - my daughter is trapped under the bricks - daughter, hold on, mom is here to save you -"

"Help!" There were screams and cries. Some were shouting for help, some were shouting for help, mothers were crying for their sons, wives were crying for their husbands, and all kinds of sad voices were heard.

Shen Le forgot to figure out whether he had traveled through time or been reborn, and subconsciously rushed to a collapsed house, wanting to help move the bricks and stones to rescue the child underneath. However, he stretched out his hands and exerted force, and the half brick wall remained motionless.

He thought he was not strong enough, so he turned slightly and grabbed a few bricks. He lifted them up again, but the two light bricks remained motionless...

"Ah... This is the same as the previous scene, a memory in the puppet... So I am here, I won't be hurt, but I can't do anything, I can only watch?"

In order to test whether it was a memory or not, and because he couldn't just stand by and watch, Shen Le ran back and forth on this long street.

He walked from the end of the street to the end of the street, and then from the end of the street to the beginning of the street, trying his best to help. He moved bricks and stones, carried basins of water, and picked up crying children...

After several attempts and several failures, I could only observe but not touch. Moreover, this long street seemed to have an invisible air wall. When I walked to the end of the long street or wanted to go out from the alleys on both sides, I would hit an unknown barrier after a few steps, making it difficult to move forward.

Shen Le turned around in confusion, unable to find a way in or out of the place. People all over the street were crying, shouting, putting out fires, saving people. He was the only one standing alone, like a lonely soul between heaven and earth.

The only ones who were barely similar to him were a few very young children, who were unaware of the sorrow of losing their loved ones, or the difficulty of collapsing walls and houses. They wandered around the streets aimlessly, and when they were occasionally scolded by adults, they would be so scared that they would burst into tears.

Shen Le circled around the children several times, trying to coax them, wiping their tears, singing, and making faces, but all to no avail. Just as he was getting anxious, a person slowly crawled out of a half-collapsed old house next to him, with some rustling.

He was an old man with half white hair. No, wait, not an old man, in fact he was not old, but his face was haggard and dirty, which made him look quite old. His shoulders, elbows, and front were covered with patches, and everything was dusty. A trickle of blood flowed down his forehead.

He didn't care, wiped it casually with his sleeve, crawled to the children, struggled to stand up, untied the cloth bag in his arms, and carefully took out a...

puppet?!
Marionette?
is it you?
So, is this really your memory?

It was the copper piece that connected me. What about your past experience?

Shen Le rubbed his eyes, walked forward quickly, and bent down to look. The puppeteer was dirty, but the puppet he took out was spotless and dazzling. The red skirt fluttered, the crown on the head shone, and both hands held a red tasseled spear.

The puppeteer held it in his hands, swayed it in front of the crying children, and pulled the silk strings a few times. The puppet raised its head, bent its waist, straightened its body, spun around, danced with its hands, and the long spear in its hand shook out seven or eight gun flowers:

"The three cannon shots outside the camp were like thunder, and I, a loyal subject, walked out of Tianbo Mansion. I wore a golden crown on my temples, and I put on the iron armor I wore back then. The flag with the Chinese character 'Marshal' flying into the clouds..."

Then there was another series of rotations, circling the stage, shaking the gun with one hand, shaking the gun with both hands, throwing the gun, catching the gun, it was dazzling. Several children were crying at first, but gradually they were attracted by the puppets, with tears still on their little faces, but they were already giggling, clapping and cheering.

Shen Le stood aside, watching the puppeteer chanting and pulling the strings with his hands, concentrating on coaxing the children to play, and he couldn't help but gradually smile. At the same time, a sense of joy came into his heart:

Don't be afraid!
Children, don't be afraid!

Even if there is war, even if there is bombing, even if homes are destroyed, even if family members are killed or injured——

Life must go on, and life will always go on. In each day, there will always be some happy things for you to remember and for you to have the courage to hold on!
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