The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 5: The puppet takes me on a journey through time?
Poor young policeman, upon hearing that someone jumped into the river, he ran over like crazy, sweating profusely. His short-sleeved shirt was soaked with a big wet spot, and the light blue on his chest turned dark blue.

Hearing Shen Le's answer, his cheeks slowly cooled from red. He looked at the puppet, then at Shen Le, then looked up at the river in front of him. He opened his mouth, not knowing whether to praise or criticize. He paused for a moment, then managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"...Look more carefully next time!"

"Yeah, yeah, I definitely won't jump into the river anymore..."

"It's all right, it's all right, go away!" The young policeman waved his hands around, pretending to disperse the crowd. He half-knelt down and stretched out his hand to Shen Le:
"Give me the stuff first. Can you climb up by yourself? Okay, grab my hand... one, two, three, up!"

Shen Le was dragged directly onto the stone embankment by the river. As he stood up, he heard the police ask him questions in rapid succession:

"How are you? Are you hurt? Did you lose anything? Your clothes are soaked. Do you want me to take you home?"

"Ah, no, no!" Shen Le checked quickly. His feet were not scratched in the river, and his arms and legs were not rubbed. His shoes were still there, and the phone and keys in the shoes were still there:

"Don't worry, I'm fine! I live at No. 18 Nanhua Street, which is very close. It's so hot, I can just walk back. Sorry to trouble you!"

"No. 18 Nanhua Street?" The policeman was startled and stared at Shen Le deeply, as if he wanted to see from his face to his bones. That's a big house!

But after looking around, all he saw was a wet, disheveled guy, so he had no choice but to take out his phone and hold it in front of Shen Le:
"I'm glad you're okay. I'll be leaving first. I still need to go and see who threw the puppet. Throwing objects from high places, damn... Add me on WeChat. My name is Shi Guangbing. I'm the neighborhood police officer. If you have any questions, just come to me!"

Oh, just in charge of this area. In the future, when repairing the house, purchasing equipment, and possibly purchasing some controlled drugs, it would always be more convenient to know a policeman. Shen Le quickly added WeChat, said goodbye to the young policeman, picked up the puppet that could ask for help, and walked quickly back to the old house.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, I put the puppet on the workbench, untied the threads bit by bit, and observed carefully:
This puppet should be a string puppet, about 60 cm tall, with silk strings tied to each joint. There is no major damage to the whole puppet, including the head, neck, torso, limbs, and ten fingers, all of which are still there.

However, the wood used was not good, probably fir, and had been damaged over the years. Large patches of paint on the surface were aged and damaged. There was an obvious crack behind the head, and the torso was almost split in half. A large piece of the right forearm was knocked off, and there was a hole in the left thigh. There were countless other damages and stains from bumps and bruises.

The puppet's clothes are tattered, frayed, and faded. However, if you spread out the skirt under the light, you can see the large peony embroidered with silver thread, gorgeous and lifelike;
As for the makeup on the puppet's face, it has faded and almost disappeared over the years. Only the pair of lively eyes and a tear mark in the corner of the eye vaguely tell of its unparalleled elegance in the past.

"Ah...you used to be very beautiful..."

Shen Le gently wiped the tear mark with his fingertips and sighed softly. He concentrated and calmed down, untied the silk threads on the puppet one by one, took off the torn clothes, and arranged the head, torso, limbs, hands and feet in order.

Then, I rubbed a towel and wiped, ...

"Ah, I can repair the wood. I'm a professional in ancient building restoration. You can fix it if you want me to. If you want me to carve the wood again, it's not difficult to replace parts. Replacing the silk thread is no problem, but I don't know if you can accept nylon thread..."

As he wiped, he muttered softly, pretending to talk to the puppet:

"As for the clothes, I really don't have the skills to make them. I can only buy them - I'll try to buy you something with a similar style and pattern. As for the makeup, that's the last thing to do. If you think my makeup is ugly, you can only see if the copper plate can help you repair it..."

At this point, Shen Le's mind moved, and he took out a copper sheet and pressed it on the puppet's face. A stream of heat penetrated from the copper sheet into the puppet, and then from the puppet to Shen Le's fingertips. The next moment, Shen Le's eyes went dark, and the world was spinning.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound. Shen Le felt his entire field of vision shake a few times, and dust fell everywhere, blurring his eyes. Before he could see the environment clearly, a roar exploded in front of him or above his head:

"Play, play, play! All you do is play all day long! No homework! No books! What's so fun about this crappy puppet!!!"

"Xiao Lin is not a broken puppet..."

A small, somewhat frightened voice rose firmly. Shen Le turned his eyes and saw himself standing in a small, narrow room with a cement floor, white walls on top and green walls on the bottom, and a tungsten filament light bulb dangling above his head, which was only 15 watts at most. It was clearly a scene from the s. Huh?
I crossed?

Shen Le rubbed his eyes and continued to observe. In the corner of the room, a little boy of about seven or eight stood in front of a wooden box, his arms around his chest, tightly holding a puppet. The puppet was about half the height of the child, with a torn red brocade skirt, but large silver embroidery flowers could still be seen. The makeup was faded, and a spot of cinnabar in the corner of the eye was unusually bright. It was the puppet that Shen Le had fished out of the river.

The boy's face flushed, but he held his head high and stared intently at the adult man in front of him:
"Xiao Lin is my friend!"

"Okay, okay, you're just being stubborn, right?" The adult man's face darkened, and he took a step forward and directly pulled the puppet out of the child's hand. He took another step and was already in front of the window, and stretched out his hand to push the window:

"I work so hard at the factory every day, and do odd jobs after get off work, but you don't do your homework properly and play with puppets every day! I'm going to throw it away today, let's see what you play with!"

"Xiao Lin is what my grandfather left for me!" The boy jumped up desperately, grabbed the puppet's silk string, and wrapped it around his hand:
"I told Grandpa that I wanted to be the best puppeteer! I will take Xiaolin to perform everywhere! No throwing! No throwing! Wow——"

He cried loudly while trying to pull the puppet back, refusing to let go even though the silk thread cut deeply into his flesh and his fingers bled. Shen Le saw this helplessly, reached out to grab the puppet, and began to persuade him:
"do not do that……"

The fingers went straight through the man's arm, like passing through a light smoke, completely unable to touch. Shen Le was stunned for a moment, waving his arms, shouting, and hitting with his body, but no matter what he did, he could not affect the father and son:

"Could it be... this is just a memory? I am here, others can't see me, can't hear me, and I can't do anything, I can only watch?"

Shen Le put down his arms helplessly. In the room, the man and his son were still arguing:
"What kind of puppeteer do you want to be? There is no future for being a puppeteer now! Is it the theater that wants you? Or the theatre? I worked so hard to support you in your studies, just to let you go out on the street and make puppets?"

"I acted really well! The kids all loved watching it!"

"It's not okay to like watching everything! - Even if you want to go to the Children's Palace, you have to study hard! Our family has no connections, you have to at least study until high school before you can go to the Children's Palace! Like your father, after graduating from junior high school, he can only work in a street factory!"

The father and son argued several times. Finally, the father gave in:

"Alright, alright! I won't throw it away, and you can't play with it! Put your hands down! I'll lock it up!"

Carefully, he untied the silk thread from his son's hand, picked up the puppet and threw it into the box. With a "bang", the lid of the box fell down, followed by the sound of "clicks", "clicks" that locked the box.

Shen Le's eyes suddenly turned dark, and then bright again.

When his vision returned, he was back in front of the workbench, where the disassembled puppet lay on the table, with its head and limbs scattered here and there.

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