Panguan

The little boy stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Wen Shi: Over there!

The old man finally looked up...

He has no face.

When I smelled it, I felt something shivering next to it, and then slowly slid down. Not surprisingly, Xia Qiao must have fainted from fright.

But he was very puzzled, what happened to the downward slide? ? ? Whether it's a picture frame or a photo, it's not such a slippery method, right?

Xie asked what the hell did they get into?

Just when smelling doubts, Xia Qiao slipped out.

Hearing a soft poof sound, he watched as a puppet in a pink dress fell to the ground, his face turned to the ground.

When smelling: ...

Immediately afterwards, the faceless old man bent down and picked up Xia Qiao who was wearing a pink skirt, patted the dust, and put it on the bed. He touched the little boy's head, looked at Wen Shi and said, Are you the dolls you are talking about?

When smelling: ...

These……

doll……

When I smelled it, I suffocated for a while, and I wanted to know two things:

1. He does not wear a skirt as a doll.

2. Xie asked where he was and asked him to die.

Chapter 7 Mirrors

What kind of soul shock a doll is going through, of course others don't know——

The old man was still coaxing his weird grandson.

He walked slowly to the cabinet, and the face with no features came close. Anyone who sees something like this up close is a little creepy, but he's used to it when he smells it.

Many cage owners have this kind of appearance, just like most people's memories, they have no appearance. In addition, this is the knot in his heart, his hindrance, when people are bound in these things, they often forget who they are and what they are.

Grandpa helped you read it. The old man walked back to the bed and patted the little boy's head. His voice was old and light, and he spoke extremely slowly, No one, don't be afraid, ah.

The little boy didn't know whether he was afraid or not. Anyway, Xia Qiao's skirt trembled again.

Go, go downstairs with grandpa to play, the old man said.

The little boy's black eyes were still staring at Wen Shi, and he nodded reluctantly after a long time.

What do you want to play? Tell grandpa.

Puppets, said the little boy, grandpa taught me how to make puppets, okay?

He spoke very strangely, without tone and tone, whether questioning or shouting, without ups and downs, like a straight and stiff line.

If you have to describe it, it is empty dòng.

The old man taught him: This is not right, the final tone should be raised, okay?

The little boy stared at him faintly, and said almost exactly the same: Okay?

Old man: That's right.

The little boy began to repeat, Do puppets, okay?

OK?

OK?

Like a kind of weird coquettish.

If this is a coward, tears can be shed by him.

The old man seemed to be very reluctant to teach him this, but he gave in in the repeated repetitions, and said with a sigh, Okay, let's go, let's make puppets.

The little boy was very happy, but his expression was a beat late, and after a few seconds he slowly grinned.

He obediently led the old man, took two steps and then suddenly turned back, maintaining a grin, and dragged Xiaqiao away from the room.

When smelling: ...

As soon as the door of the room closed, it moved when he smelled it.

He wanted to try to take two steps, but he couldn't control it, and he fell directly into the cabinet with one foot in the air, almost splitting a fork.

I……

Wen Shi lay on the ground and endured the swearing words in his stomach.

The doll's body is full of cotton wool, so it doesn't hurt or itch when it falls. Only the buttons and other decorations knocked on the wooden floor, making a tuk sound.

Fortunately, the sound was not loud, so the ghostly grandson didn't hear it.

He was a tall man when he smelled, and he had never suffered from short legs. In addition, the doll's body is too soft and it is difficult to exert force. He tried for a long time before turning over and sitting up.

As an adult with a very narrow range of interests, he certainly had no research or interest in the doll. But in my impression, when this thing is sitting, its short legs are stretched straight, like a V.

...

He is in such a silly sitting position now.

The only consolation...he wasn't wearing a skirt.

Impressive.

But pink overalls are still mentally handicapped.

Wen Shi lowered his head and looked at it, full of disgust, and didn't want to take a second look.

He rested his back against his feet for a while, then looked up at the cabinet he had just stayed in, suddenly a little surprised. Because there are too many dolls.

The cabinets occupy most of the wall, with a total of four rows up and down, and all four rows are dolls.

There are Western-style ones like him and Xiaqiao, and there are some Chinese-style ones, but the Chinese-style ones all have no eyes.

After looking around like this, I felt a little forgiveness when I smelled it, thank you for asking.

He is still very reasonable.

As far as puppet arts are concerned, the best-made doll is only one spirit away from a human being, and it is the easiest thing to attach to. It's understandable that a doll like Xie Wen's half-hearted level can be drawn to a doll.

It's actually easy to take pictures too, but there are no pictures in this room. Maybe the old man didn't have the habit of putting them out, so he put them away.