The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 19: Child, Dad can also do this puppet show. Dad will sing it for you!

The mother's shouting gradually faded away, and she rushed along the ward corridor towards the elevator. Only the child lying on the bed was left in the room, staring at Shen Le.

"You are Zhang Zihan, right?" Shen Le leaned over to look at him:
"Do you feel better?"

"It hurts..."

The boy was sleeping, and with the painkillers, he could barely bear it. Now he woke up, his face was wrinkled in pain, and he was grimacing:

"who are you?"

"I'm the one who found your puppet." The child's mother was not around, so Shen Le pulled a chair in front of the bed and sat down. He turned his backpack to the front and took out the puppet:

"Look, is this yours?"

"Uh……"

Zhang Zihan tried to tilt his head and looked left and right. The puppet in front of him had bright makeup and a dazzling red dress. It was completely different from the old, gray puppet in his memory. Only the cinnabar tear mark at the corner of the eye was still the same as before:

"I think so...Did you change her clothes?"

"I fixed the wood inside, changed the silk thread, and changed the clothes." Shen Le answered truthfully and asked:

"Did you often play with it at home before?"

"Yeah!" Zhang Zihan reached out to touch the puppet, but when he moved, his wound got hurt and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He was indignant:

"I told him I was playing with him, but Mom and Dad refused to believe me and said I was lying, saying I was playing with my doll instead of doing my homework! Obviously, he was the one playing with me the whole time!"

...I believe it. Shen Le said silently in his heart. Children are different from adults. They can often see things that adults cannot see. Moreover, this puppet has been passed down from generation to generation, and its efficacy is even more special. He waved his hand and pressed the child on the bed:

"Just lie still. If you want to play with it, I'll operate it - I'll perform a puppet show for you, okay?"

"Good good!"

Zhang Zihan couldn't help but clap his hands. When he moved his hand, the indwelling needle was involved. The back of his hand hurt, and he quickly lay down. Shen Le smiled at him. He put away his backpack and held up the wooden board with his left hand:

"Clang! Clang! Clang-dong-clang!——"

The puppet made a sound and moved the silk thread in his hand. Then he flicked his sleeves, held up the cuffs with his left hand, and raised his right hand with a twitch of his fingers over his shoulder:

"Suddenly I heard the sound of golden drums and painted horns——"

Very good, very good, every movement was performed. However, the strings hanging the puppet's right arm seemed a little loose:
So, Xiaoling, are you dancing by yourself?

It's okay, as long as I can confuse the audience and make them think I'm manipulating the puppets. Shen Le thought as he continued to sing:

"It inspires my lofty ambition to break through the Heaven Gate——"

It was impossible to sing in a female opera voice like the old man, so he had to make do with it. Fortunately, as soon as the two lines came out, the boy's eyes lit up, and he lay on the bed and tried to raise his head, staring at the puppet, and even seemed to have forgotten half of the pain in his body.

Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief. There was a rustling sound on the bed next to him. The old man lying on the bed turned to watch the show. There were heavy and hurried footsteps outside the ward. Someone was approaching, but he ignored them. He just manipulated the puppet and tried his best to sing and coax the child:

"Thinking back then, peach blossoms were so majestic—"

Chinese people like to be lively, it can be said that it is their nature. There was a play in the orthopedic ward, and it was so lively that half of the floor was crowded with people watching. In the orthopedic ward next door, there was a young man limping with a plaster cast on his leg;

The old man in the urology ward wearing a skirt and walking with his legs spread wide;
A middle-aged man in the cardiothoracic surgery department holding a drainage bottle, unwilling to be lonely; an old man in the rehabilitation department, supported by a four-legged walker, being asked by the doctor to walk back and forth;

The bored family members who stayed by the bedside, from the middle-aged women to the yellow-haired men...

Crowds of people came out from every corner, filling up half the ward in an instant. The scene was no different from the scene where a family member of a neurosurgeon was having an affair with an old man in the urology department in the bathroom and was caught by a neurosurgeon and made a scene.

The concerned family members of the patients were so worried that they got angry and pulled people and yelled at them, trying to get their patients to go back to bed. However, it was of no use, and they were yelled at by the patients instead:
"I'm bored lying in bed all day long. I finally have something fun, but they won't let me watch! The doctor told me that I need to move more because of my illness!"

"Make way, make way! Let me in!"

There was a sudden sound of footsteps and noise in the crowd, and then it stopped. The man who had hurried over was stunned at the end of the bed, looking at the puppet dancing flexibly in Shen Le's hand, and he was unconsciously in tears.

He remembered.

This is his family's little puppet. When he was very young, his grandfather used it to amuse him on his sickbed and taught him how to perform puppet shows. He followed his grandfather in practicing puppet manipulation and singing. Even when his grandfather was seriously ill, he held his fists and pretended to play the erhu to add voice to the puppet show, just to make his grandfather happy...

Later, his grandfather passed away, and because he spent too much time practicing puppetry, his studies were affected. His parents were afraid that he would not be able to get into school, so they threatened to throw away the puppet.

In the end, I didn’t throw it away, I just stuffed it into a box and locked it up. Later, later…

Later, he forgot about this little puppet...

Now he saw it again, but in the hands of a stranger, flexibly pulling and performing. The middle-aged man suddenly remembered that it was his grandfather's favorite piece to sing. It was the piece that his grandfather always sang to him when he was a child...

At that time, his greatest hope was to become a puppeteer, pulling the puppets on the stage, performing for everyone, and becoming the focus of everyone's attention...

Grandpa, Grandpa...

Gazing at the puppet that raised its sleeves, spun its body, sang and danced, the middle-aged man unknowingly had tears welling up in his eyes.

When his son was very young, he sang songs for his son, performed for his son, and did everything he could to make his son happy, just like his grandfather did. When did it get to this point? When did it get to the point where he scolded his son every day, sometimes beat him, and his son jumped off the building in anger?
Shen Le heard him coming and standing at the door, but he didn't pay any attention. He just focused on performing for the child so that the child could forget the pain for a moment:
"Thinking back to those days when peach blossoms were so majestic and the enemy's blood was splattered on her pomegranate skirt——"

Pomegranate skirt...

Pomegranate skirt?
What's the next verse?

Broken, forgotten!
"Let me do it next." Just as the situation was awkward, the man standing at the end of the bed strode up. There were still traces of tears on his face, and he forced a smile at the corner of his mouth and nodded to Shen Le. While reaching out to touch the puppet, he turned his head and looked at his son on the bed:

"Son, I know this part too. I'll sing it for you!"

Shen Le handed the puppet to him knowingly. The man moved his fingertips slightly, and the puppet twisted and turned in his hands, moving its limbs and dancing clumsily.

This middle-aged man held the wooden board with his left hand and pulled the silk thread with his right hand. On one hand, he concentrated on making the puppet move, and on the other hand, he tried hard to match the rhythm of the opera voice with the action:
"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 back to the days when Peach Blossom was so majestic on horseback, and the blood of the enemies splashed on my pomegranate skirt..."

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