Ayatsuji's Doll Training Manual

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"Hello, sir." The man who was buried on the workbench raised his head and showed a friendly smile, "I'm working now, the children are over there, you can take a look first."

The guest nodded and did not approach, but stood not far away and looked at the lifelike puppets with curious eyes.

The man left the well-dressed customer aside, and sculpted the accessories in his hand as if no one else was there.It's just that what he didn't realize was that after he looked away, the customer explored every doll on the shelf with sharp eyes.

This studio is not big, except for the innermost workbench and messy tools, the rest of the space is almost used to place dolls, and each doll is packed in a special custom-made display box. What a gorgeous decoration.

Perhaps because of this, these puppets look no different from ordinary people, as if they have been shrunk down.

Ayatsuji pedestrian's eyes swept over the dolls beside him. All the dolls here have one characteristic, including the one he saw in Izawa's house - they all have their eyes closed.

But Ayatsuji pedestrians checked with Izawa, and it wasn't that the doll didn't have eyes.On the contrary, the eyes reflected by the light are carefully crafted and only temporarily covered up.

Some puppeteers do have quirks that not only make their puppets stand out, but also make them more recognizable.

Some like the combination of humans and half-beasts, some only make single-sex or single-age dolls, and some like to mark dolls, such as the person Ayatsuji met now.

He privately consulted a few people who had crossed paths with dolls. The time and quantity of their collection of dolls was beyond ordinary people's comparison. Almost all rare dolls could be found in their hands.

But those few people have hardly heard of the name Shandao Temple.

Ayatsuji pedestrians have investigated the whereabouts of Yamashimaji dolls. He has not been in the doll business for a long time, or it has not been long since he started selling his own dolls.Shandao Temple is not famous and doesn't care about it, so few dolls are sold.

However, relying on his craftsmanship, it is not difficult to become famous in the future.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting so long."

Yamajima Temple wiped his hands with the towel that was thrown aside, then got up and walked forward to talk to Ayatsuji pedestrians, "Is there any child you like here?"

Ayatsuji pedestrians looked away from his hands calmly, there was a thick layer of calluses on the pads of his fingers, which were indeed sharpened by holding the carving knife for a long time.

"I saw this doll at a party. She fits my fancy very well, but the owner is unwilling to give it up. I checked for a long time before I found out that she might have been made by you, Mr. Shandao Temple."

Ayatsuji pedestrian took out the photo from his pocket and handed it to Yamajima Temple who was a little surprised.

Yamashima Temple took the photo, and the pedestrian Ayatsuji, who carefully observed his expression, noticed that the other person's eyelids were slightly raised, and there were slight fluctuations in the muscles of the face, which immediately turned into an expression of surprise.

"This is indeed my doll, and its name is Mina."

Yamashima Temple groped for the face of the doll in the photo with some nostalgia, "I made her after my daughter. My daughter died of illness when she was 14 years old. After that, I was negative for a while, but I remembered it. The puppet technique I learned since I was a child, so I derived the idea of ​​bringing my daughter back in a different way."

"But a doll is a doll after all. I know she is still different from my daughter. After realizing this, I am slowly relieved."

When the other party raised his hand to wipe his tears, Ayatsuji Xingren immediately handed over a tissue, "That doll's craftsmanship is very exquisite, it seems that you really put a lot of effort into it, how long have you been making dolls?"

"You're joking, it's just a coincidence, and it's only been nine years now."

Yamashima Temple turned around, motioned for Ayatsuji pedestrians to follow, and led him to the display rack in the inner room.

The dolls in this room are much rougher, and some are not even finished, but judging from the traces of care, they are deeply loved by the maker.

Ayatsuji pedestrians compared these dolls with some of the dolls displayed outside, and concluded that they all came from Yamashima Temple.

Shandao Temple has already taken out a box, inside is a girl with her eyes closed, sleeping peacefully.

"I gave that doll of Minai to a friend because I didn't want to look at things and think about it. I don't know what happened to it later. If her master doesn't want to give it to you, I have many similar dolls here."

Ayatsuji Xingren took out the doll with Yamashimaji's consent, and carefully observed the doll's body.

He turned the puppet over and asked for proof: "I've seen the imprint on Mina's back, do all your puppet have this mark on the back?"

Shandao Temple readily admitted that those imprints are his pride, "I made them with special techniques, and they are the only ones in this family."

He signaled Ayatsuji pedestrians to take off the doll's clothes, and showed the golden lines of the words "Yamajima Temple" to Ayatsuji pedestrians.

Ayatsuji nods knowingly, then gently fiddles with the doll's hair, and finally puts it down in frustration, "Sorry, it looks like I still like Mina better."

Shandao Temple waved his hand indifferently: "I am satisfied if you like Mina, that child is my pride."

He sent Ayatsuji pedestrians to the door, with a sincere tone: "I believe we will meet in the future, and then maybe I will have a child you like here."

Ayatsuji pedestrian held the extended hand, looked back at him with deep eyes, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "I also believe that we will meet again."

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