restless daily life

Chapter 140 Five Dolls

In the background, gentle singing flows.

"Hahaha, old man, I'm done!"

The old laughter accompanied by excited trembling overwhelmed the soothing and pulsating background prelude.

A stooped, gray-haired old man stepped forward.

"Beautiful jade body, golden feet, silver arms, gemstone eyes, hundreds of flowers forming a ring, tens of years of hard work, hard work and soul! My perfect masterpiece, I'm done today!"

The articulation is clear, and the cadenced lines flowed out smoothly. The old man stepped to the center of the stage, shrouded in the spotlight, and the young face and the old voice, coarse clothes, and wigs formed a particularly strong contrast.

The background singing seems to understand the command, and it is naturally adjusted to the extent that the heart is beating and jumping.

A short figure suddenly fell from the hanging beam directly above the stage.

"grandfather--!"

Childish and innocent shouts spread.

The old man raised his hand to catch the figure, moved and spun around, and naturally pulled him up, and said happily, "My beautiful and lovely child, grandpa is here."

It was a beautiful girl with a beautiful jade body, gold feet, silver arms, jewel eyes, wearing a light gauze dress, which completely matched the confession of the old man, with a delicate and delicate face, a particularly harmonious matching of facial features, and a beautiful girl with long black hair hanging down her waist.

The old man pulled lightly, and the garland of flowers that fell off in the air just fell on the opponent's head.

The girl gently raised her hand to straighten the wreath of flowers, and jumped around the old man lively and happily, making a clear and melodious sound like a lark.

The singing is just right, like a clear stream in the mountains, jingling.

"Grandpa, grandpa, what kind of child am I?"

"Sincere, gentle, strong, brave, kind, you are my perfect child, you are my perfect puppet."

The young girl and the old man asked and answered questions, the young girl danced lightly around the old man, and the old man laughed kindly and proudly from time to time.

During the conversation between the two, they came to the edge of the stage, and the girl waved and shouted: "Grandpa, I'm going out."

"Remember to get home on time."

The old man gave a warning, turned around and disappeared from the edge of the stage.

The girl turned around happily, jumped, turned, and moved, and happily sang a song that echoed the tune: "Crossing the clear stream, the sound of stepping on the water, the wind will take a ride along the way... oh!"

Plop!The girl fell hard on the stage, as if the sound of heavy drums fell to the ground, causing the background singing to switch to a sense of depression in an instant.

Appearing with the depressing beat, is a carpenter with a black beard, a commoner shawl, and a logging axe.

"Little puppet, are you okay? What's the matter?"

The carpenter's majestic and heavy voice was as slow as possible, and he stretched out his hand to pull the girl up from the ground.

The girl stood up and looked at the legs under the skirt in frustration: "I want to go further, but my legs are unable to move forward."

"If you make enough gold, you are empty and luxurious, and you lack tenacity. How can you go far?" the carpenter advised, "The little doll should go home. I can’t even move a step.”

Unwilling to give up, the girl asked, "Uncle Carpenter, how can I go further?"

"I have Tiemu who can make you a pair of legs. Changing legs is a pain of disembowelment, flesh and bones. If you can bear it, I will replace them for you. The little puppet should think about it."

"Please ask Uncle Carpenter to change my legs."

The girl answered with a trembling but firm voice.

The carpenter nodded when he saw this, and swung the felling ax violently across.

boom--! !

It was more like the roar of a heavy hammer than felling, and the tune rose in an instant to echo.

"Well--!"

Accompanied by a painful groan, the girl separated up and down, a pair of golden legs flew out from under the skirt, and her body fell down with a plop.

There was a little surprise and exclamation outside the court.

The carpenter took out a pair of black, thick, and unattractive-looking wooden legs, and bent down for the girl to connect them with a few clicks.

"Iron wood is tough, not afraid of wind, rain and mud, Lu Yao is worn out, I wish you a smooth journey, strong little puppet."

said the carpenter.

"Thank you Uncle Carpenter."

The girl got up, turned around happily, looked down at her rough but extraordinarily firm legs, and thanked: "I can go farther."

Saying goodbye to the carpenter, the girl sang a song, crossed the rough mountains, and came to a small town at the foot of the mountain with her cheerful singing.

"The sky is high and the sun is scorching, the heat is unbearable, and the hair is already boring..."

Intense lights illuminate the stage hotly, and the girl gradually changes from jumping to walking.

The background singing turns to the dull and high-pitched noise, like the sunshine that wants to ignite everything.

A girl wearing a straw hat and a floral dress, with her head slightly lowered and a large bouquet of flowers half covering her face, walked towards her.

"Gardenia, expresses joy; peony red, hides shyness; hyacinth, sends farewell; mountain cherry smiles, innocent and innocent... Doll, do you want to buy a flower?"

The flower seller raised her head, removed the bouquet in her hand, and showed a cordial and friendly smile. Her gaze rose slightly, then sank immediately, and met her emerald-carved eyes, which were extraordinarily bright in the light.

The singing became more and more melodious.

There was some commotion in the audience.

"Thank you, but I don't have any money, uh... Rizhao frying dolls... The world is spinning..."

The girl spun on the spot like a slow spinning top, evenly roasted by the light, her voice was erratic.

The flower seller covered her mouth with a chuckle, reached out and took off the wide straw hat on her head, and handed it out: "Puppet, prepare a sunshade hat on a hot day, this is for you."

The spinning puppet girl stopped and said hesitantly, "But I don't have any money."

The flower seller smiled lightly and said, "I only sell flowers, so the straw hats don't charge money."

"Is that right?"

The girl took the straw hat and tried to put it on the first class. The light that illuminated the audience shrank, and the doll girl and the flower girl were highlighted in the light and shadow changes.

"Then...you don't have a hat, so I made an extra wreath." The girl reached out and worked under the hat, and handed the gorgeous wreath woven by hundreds of flowers to the flower seller, "Here's this for you."

"I wish you the best of luck, sincere puppet."

The flower girl took the wreath and walked past the girl in the straw hat. The lights covering her gradually dimmed.

She looked down at the wreath in her hand.

A deep whisper floated up.

"I got it, it's really a beautiful wreath..."

It was originally a cheerful and melodious singing voice, cleverly inserted into a deep and throbbing beat, and then returned to normal like ripples in the water.

The singing turned slowly, with continuous beating and continuous ups and downs, with a bit of country tune charm, and a little vivid bird song.

"Standing on the ridge of the field and looking far away, the wind blows the wheat out of the waves, the birds are chirping with joy and laughter, and Mr. Scarecrow is yelling at the birds..."

The girl raised her hand and pushed up her straw hat, and said in greeting, "Mr. Scarecrow, why are you scolding the birds?"

With his hands open, his body straight, and the scarecrow in the shape of a cross, the motionless scarecrow replied in a hoarse and joyful voice, "Because I am a scarecrow."

"Then why are you a scarecrow?"

"I don't even know where the end of the universe is, so how can I know why I'm a scarecrow?"

The scarecrow remained motionless, and murmured brokenly: "The farmer who guards the field scares away the birds that come to steal food. Why do such things? It must be because I am a scarecrow. If I don't do such a thing, it's still called a scarecrow." A scarecrow? But am I a scarecrow if I do something like this? If I don’t do this, what am I? A straw or a man?”

The girl half understood: "Why do the birds run away when they see me?"

The birdsong faded away.

"Miss Puppet, your eyes are bright and beautiful, those hateful thieves can't resist such light." The Scarecrow praised, and muttered, "Oh? Miss Puppet scared away the thieves, so Miss Puppet is the scarecrow, right? "

"I'm a puppet, not a scarecrow."

"A doll is a doll, a scarecrow is a scarecrow, a doll is not a scarecrow." said the scarecrow, "Miss a doll can scare away thieves, so don't be a doll, come be a scarecrow! Let's guard the fields together, we are all scarecrows ...But then, you are a scarecrow, and I am not a scarecrow, no way."

"Mr. Strange Scarecrow, if you want to guard the field and drive away the birds, then I will give you my eyes. I hope it can help you."

"Oh oh oh! Then I can chase away birds and become a scarecrow! Gentle lady puppet, please take the buttons off my face and replace your eyes."

The girl reached out and took off the beautiful gem eyes that reflected the light, and replaced them on the scarecrow, and put the eye-like buttons on the scarecrow into the eye sockets. She blinked her deep and dull black eyes: "Mr. Scarecrow, I can see you, you can see me?"

"Of course, gentle lady puppet. But it's strange. If the puppet has the eyes of a scarecrow, is it still a puppet? If the scarecrow has the eyes of a puppet, is it still a scarecrow?"

The Scarecrow was talking nonsense again: "Yes, yes, you are Miss Puppet, not a puppet, and I am Mr. Scarecrow, not a Scarecrow."

The chirping of birds rang out again.

"Thieves! Mr. Scarecrow is looking at you! Oh hoo! Miss Doll's reflective eyes hit!"

The sound of birdsong is far away.

"Hahahahaha! Today's Mr. Scarecrow is the most powerful! Don't you think so, Miss Puppet?"

"Yes, Mr. Scarecrow."

The girl waved her hand and said goodbye to the strange Mr. Scarecrow.

Boom-!

The thunder exploded, the torrential rain beat the ground continuously, and the lights scattered and swayed.

The audience subconsciously looked up at the sky, and then were pulled back to the stage.

"Help--!"

The person in the coir raincoat fell into the water struggling, making the faint sound of waves.

The girl jumped decisively, suspended as if falling into the waves, and quickly swam to the opponent's side, and rescued the opponent ashore after a burst of intense rhythm.

"Are you all right, Mr. Fisherman?"

"Ahem——not a fisherman! It's a clay sculptor!" The man in coir raincoat coughed a few times and stood up, "You saved my life, so you are my benefactor... Take a closer look, are you a puppet? Benefactor .”

"It's Miss Doll~"

When the girl raised her hand to introduce herself, her hands suddenly fell to the ground with a slap, and they rolled while the two looked down.

"It's full of rust, corroded and peeled off after entering the water, these hands are already broken."

The clay sculptor checked it out: "As the most basic repayment, I'll give you a pair of hands. It's just that I don't have enough money. It may not be so delicate and beautiful, but it is absolutely durable and will not be easily damaged."

"Thank you so much."

"You don't have to thank me. You deserve it. Brave benefactor, you saved my life. My life is precious to me."

Putting on a hard and durable clay sculpture arm, the girl bid farewell to the clay sculpture artist and continued her journey.

The sky is cold, the wind and snow are flying, and the background is low and bleak, depicting desolation.

The girl stopped and looked at the ragged boy lying on the snow: "Do you have any difficulties?"

The boy responded weakly: "...I don't know."

"Then why are you lying here?"

"Homeless."

"Then why are you homeless?"

"The autumn harvest is not good, the village has no money, and has run out of food. Everyone is waiting to die, and I am waiting to die."

"Isn't it very difficult?"

"It's not difficult, waiting to die is very simple."

"Then I'll help you turn the easy into the difficult."

The girl suddenly collapsed on the ground, and her body carved out of a whole piece of beautiful jade fell to the ground, shining flawlessly.

"This seems to be very valuable, you can take it and sell it."

"What about you?"

"Dolls are not afraid of the cold, they are not afraid of hunger, and they don't need money."