The mountain ghost blows out the lights

Shen Feishan came back very slowly.

The two waited for a long time before he kicked open the door with a huge box in his arms, and then put the box on the ground heavily, and let out a long breath with his waist stuck.

Shen Lianxing wondered: "So there are so many? I would have gone with you if I knew about it."

Although I knew there might be a lot of things, I didn't expect the box to be so big. No matter how energetic Shen Feishan was, he was still an old man, so he shouldn't be asked to take this trip.

"Hi, no." Shen Feishan himself waved his hand nonchalantly, "Things are not heavy at all, and I have been working for so many years, so I still have some strength, so I don't need your help."

Shen Lianxing: "Then you are so tired..."

Shen Feishan's face was flushed behind that white beard, and sweat was still hanging on his head, and he looked tired.

"Don't mention it." Shen Feishan took another deep breath, and managed to calm his breath. Then he said melancholy, "After so many years, these things have been left there, and no one has touched them for a long time. I just found out today when I went to see them." It pressed my 'automatic feeding machine' on it, and I turned it over for a long time before turning it out, and I accidentally let the 'automatic watering machine' hit it, and my shoulder is still hurting."

He complained again: "That thing can water the water, but it killed all the vegetables I planted. It is useless, and it still takes up space. It will have to be dismantled in two days."

Yan Jinping: "..."

He wanted to ask what kind of 'automatic watering machine' would have such a cruel function, but he was afraid that Shen Feishan would warmly invite him to visit, so he still didn't ask.

I always feel that there are some things, it is better not to know so clearly.

"Basically everything is here."

Shen Feishan didn't know what he was thinking, bent down and patted the top of the box: "Here are all the drawings and manuscripts left by Ruxiu. At the beginning, he also made several small models, but after more than 40 years, such simple wood can When it's over, tell me to throw it away."

"And the finished product he made, too... gone."

To put it mildly, he actually crashed.

The half-defective magpie, together with Shen Feishan's childhood friendship, slept forever in the continuous green hills.

No bones left.

"Thank you." Shen Lianxing said.

Shen Feishan snorted inexplicably, and pushed the box forward: "I borrowed it from you, remember to send it back to me in its original form, one thing is missing..."

Shen Lianxing: "What?"

Shen Feishan: "I'll put an automatic walnut clamping machine at your door."

He has long wanted to do this. Shen Lianxing is obviously a junior. He usually doesn't know how to give the old man any face, and would quarrel with him every now and then.

Shen Lianxing: "..."

Do you think it is such a powerful threat, old man, how old are you?

At any rate, he did him a great favor, so he took the words back, just smiled politely and thriftly, and thanked again: "Thank you, I will keep it in mind."

This time it was Shen Feishan's turn to be speechless.

He was just saying that casually. Shen Lianxing and him have a good relationship, and they often quarrel with each other and don't think it's a problem. What, it's okay, take it away."

Shen Lianxing: "Yes."

All he wanted were things that were important to Shen Feishan.

Since Shen Lianxing came to borrow, he was prepared to be rejected many times, even if he was kicked out directly, it would not be unusual.

It's just that Shen Feishan is not such an unreasonable person. Although he lives alone because of this matter, he also understands that the deceased is dead, and the relics have no other use except for mourning.

"I have basically studied the things Ruxiu left behind." Shen Feishan watched Shen Lianxing move the box to him with a complicated expression, "Only these, I have never opened...nor told others that they are in my hands Here, only you know about it."

"So I hope you can take it away, but don't show it to anyone except you." Shen Feishan sighed, and said, "It's not that I'm stingy, but you also know that if such things spread, It will only lead to disaster."

Although it is only a defective product, there are countless people who have pursued the flying magpie for thousands of years. If these semi-finished products are spread out at will, it will only cause more problems.

It's better to make people think that they have already sunk into the long, dusty depths of memory together with the overbearing Cheng Ruxiu back then.

Shen Lianxing nodded and said, "I understand."

Shen Feishan remembered something again, sat back on the bed, propped his arms on his knees, and asked Shen Lianxing: "Your arm is like this after all, is it okay? Do you need my help?"

Shen Feishan knew that Shen Lianxing's fake arm didn't really work well, so this matter couldn't be sloppy, if there was a slight mistake, the tragedy of the past might repeat itself.

Shen Feishan never wanted to see that kind of thing happen again.

Shen Lianxing said: "It's okay, it's been resolved."

Shen Feishan, like those Shen family members, did not know that he had found a way to control the prosthetic limb. Hearing the words, he said in amazement: "What? But I don't think it has changed much. Are you sure it can be done?"

Making mechanisms is a very delicate job, and it's almost impossible. Can Shen Lianxing do it with just this wooden arm that can't be fully controlled?

"That's a long story." Shen Lianxing sighed, "It's hard to explain the specific reason... I don't know if you can accept it."

"Let me come." Yan Jinping said, "I'll tell him."

He knew Jianmu better and was eloquent, so he explained the ins and outs to Shen Feishan in a few words.

After listening, Shen Feishan was silent for a long time.

After all, he is a mortal, living in such a deep mountain and old forest, he only thinks about those 'automata', and he really doesn't accept these gods and ghosts very well. After digesting it for a while, he was shocked and said: "There is such a thing in this world... Is what you said true?"

He glanced at Yan Jinping, and said sincerely: "It seems that this is also a great person."

Yan Jinping put his hands into his sleeves with a smile: "Thank you, it's easy to say."

I don't know why, but Boss Yan always has a feeling that he has regained his place.

"Then." Shen Feishan said again, "Since you can find a way to control it, you can also help me control the puppet."

He looked at Shen Lianxing again, and said expectantly, "Can it work this time?"

Shen Lianxing knew that Shen Feishan would say that.

He glanced at Yan Jinping indiscriminately, and seeing Boss Yan shook his head slightly, he sighed and refused: "We can't make life out of wood and metal, no matter how realistic it is, if we can't do it, we can do it." No, this is even more impossible than making a magpie within a year."

Shen Feishan refused to accept: "But you are not..."

You already have a fake arm like this, why can't I make a dummy?

"This is a part of me, but it's not me, and I still have to control it in the end." Shen Lianxing waved his arms, "I can make the dummy move, laugh, and do things, but it...it can't be Living thing."

It's useless to just make dolls realistic, fake ones are fake ones, and nothing will ever be real.

Therefore, he would not give up this arm to Shen Feishan, because it was meaningless at all.

"Or...do you have a solution?" He turned his head and asked Yan Jinping.

Just now Yan Jinping had already expressed to him that he was helpless, so asking this question at this moment was just for him and Shen Feishan to explain.

"It's a pity." Yan Jinping said honestly, "Even with magic, at most it can only fix the soul of the dead on something. I'm pretty sure there is no such magic in this world that can bring dead things back to life." ability."

In this world, there is only one way to create life out of thin air.

"Furthermore..." he said again, "there is only one seed of Jianmu, and it will not grow again in the past few hundred years, and there is no way to have another core to be used as a puppet."

Otherwise, he wouldn't mind getting another one for Shen Feishan to try - he quite likes this old man.

Shen Feishan slumped his shoulders.

Although I knew it would be like this, but after being rejected, it is inevitable that I will still feel lost.

Fortunately, he is used to it.

"Okay then," he said, "thanks for telling me that."

Yan Jinping hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Maybe I shouldn't ask this question..."

Knowing that the road was blocked, Shen Feishan relaxed, and said casually: "It's okay, just tell me."

Yan Jinping said bluntly: "I heard that you are studying puppets."

Shen Feishan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Hey, it's not called research, just do whatever you want - he told you, I always fail, I can't even make a normal arm and leg, so I can only do nothing Carve some heads."

So many years have passed, the promising young man at the time has become a bald old man, and his obsession has long since become less serious than before. It's just that doing these things has become a habit, so even making a clip is subconsciously made into the shape of a palm.

Yan Jinping: "Speaking of this, the side on the wall..."

He looked at the half face on the wall.

"I carved that." Shen Feishan said, "Ruxiu's face—do you know who Ruxiu is? This kid should have told you."

Shen Lianxing shrugged.

"Originally, I thought, if it is done, I will put it on the puppet." Shen Feishan said, "It turned out that neither of them succeeded, so I had to leave it there."

Yan Jinping: "It turns out that you studied this because you wanted...how should I say it, to revive your friend?"

The word resurrection is not very accurate, but when used here, no word is particularly accurate, as long as the meaning is in place.

"Not at all." Shen Feishan didn't resist this topic, followed by looking at the mask, staring at the empty eyes, and said softly, "I did think so before, but then I gave up."

Yan Jinping: "Give up?"

"Yeah." Shen Feishan said, "Give up, even if there is a god who comes down to earth one day and helps me make that thing, it's not him who comes back..."

"This idea is too mentally retarded." The old man was not polite to himself, folded his arms and scolded himself, "Only a fool would have such an idea. He died just two years ago, and I have no hope for it. It's unrealistic."

Yan Jinping: "...I see."

In fact, he was a little surprised that Shen Feishan could talk to him so much.

He asked again: "It seems that this mask has not been finished yet, so it just hangs like this, and no longer... has it been carefully handled?"

"No." Shen Feishan withdrew his gaze and said, "I can't always carve well... In the past so many years, I have long forgotten what he looks like."

"Just put it there, it's just a thought."

Since then, I have seen the wind and snow as you, the mountains and forests as you, and the rain, dew and stars as you.

Everything is like you, only the face, no matter how carved it is like you.

The author says:

Shen Feishan: I'll pinch you!

Cheng Ruxiu: At least give me my eyes.

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In other words, I researched it again, and this article seems to be more automata than steampunk...

After all, there is no steam. There are some subtle differences when it comes to steaming friends.

...is friendship!It's pure friendship! (repeated emphasis.jpg