restless daily life

"Then, don't you just have to wait to die like this?"

"Waiting to die is easy~"

"...But it seems difficult to watch others wait to die——I, I will find a way!"

The boy answered firmly, picked up Meiyu and left, leaving behind a mess of puppets on the stage.

The head of the puppet hummed a simple tune softly, waiting quietly.

The boy came back soon, holding a chipped piece of wood with a bumpy torso, bending over to put the doll together, he said in shame: "There are no skilled craftsmen in the village, everyone can only make things like this... I I will definitely study hard and make the most perfect body for you in the future.”

"No, it's perfect, and I've been out for so long, it's time for me to go home."

The girl smiled and patted the other person's head, then turned and left.

The stage was dimmed and no one was there.

An old cough made the light shine again.

"I haven't come back for so long, my child, where did you go to play?"

The old man paced onto the stage. He walked with a hunched body, saw a pair of legs carved out of gold, and quickly reached out to pick them up.

"Ah, my child, always so lost. Where have you left yourself? Where have you lost your way? I'll come to pick you up right away."

The plot turns, the singing gradually fades away, slowly lifting the hearts of the audience.

The flower girl came on stage again, wearing a wreath of flowers on her head, and met the old man head-on.

"That's my child's wreath. I picked a hundred kinds of beautiful flowers to weave it—" the old man was furious, and with a high voice, he reprimanded in a deep voice, "You deceived my child, you took it by chance. took her treasure!"

The flower girl seemed taken aback.

"Ten, I'm very sorry, I'll give it back to you right now! I lied to someone, I'm greedy, I'm shameless!"

The apologetic and flustered words came out, and the flower girl looked at the old man stiffly, then obediently reached out and took off the wreath on her head, and bent over to send it back.

"Hmph! Do it for yourself, you liar!"

The old man snorted coldly, picked up the wreath and continued on his way.

(Seize the flaw, and just use my voice to speak and make up the plot! Are you so blatantly stealing the show?! Mai Sakurajima growled in her heart.)

The old man looked left and right, muttering for someone, approached the side of the stage, reached out to pick up a scarecrow's clothes, then moved back to the middle of the stage, and suddenly turned around and shook.

Straw-woven clothes enclose the body, two emeralds are like wearing a monocle, the eyes are covered with browbones, the arms are roughly slanted, and the body is slightly slanted, still turning into a scarecrow.

"Ah hoo! The great Mr. Scarecrow is still guarding his rich kingdom today. Hey, are there no thieves coming? That's right! Because there is no grain of rice in the kingdom! Hahahahaha! The scarecrow has no fields Guardian, then I am not a Scarecrow, but I am the great Mr. Scarecrow!"

In the blink of an eye, the scarecrow pulled his clothes and headgear, bent over and turned into a rickety old man walking forward, muttering, "This beautiful refracted light... why did the child put his jewel eyes on the scarecrow?"

"It seems that there is an unexpected visitor today. Hello old man, I am the great Mr. Scarecrow! Why Mr. Scarecrow? Of course it is because I am not a scarecrow. How can Mr. Scarecrow be a scarecrow? Are you right? Oh, you too Can’t you hear me? Wait—what are you reaching for? Aren’t you a thief but a robber? Miss Puppet’s glare—hahaha! It doesn’t seem to work.”

"Sorry, Ms. Doll, Mr. Scarecrow probably wants to disappear"

Sui Suinian's words came to an abrupt end, the old man looked at the pair of emerald eyes in the palm of his hand, threw the scarecrow's costume out of the stage with his hands, and muttered, "What a naughty child, throwing things around."

The old man continued to look for the child, and soon saw a clay sculptor wearing a coir raincoat and observing a pair of white shadow arms.

"What are you doing?!"

"I tried to repair my benefactor's arm, but I couldn't fix it—who are you?"

"I'm the grandfather of your benefactor, give me your arm, how can you fix it with mud."

The old man took the arm and tinkered with it, and quickly repaired it completely.

"It's amazing, old man, please send your arm back to the benefactor, she saved my life..."

"I know, I know."

The old man responded impatiently, and continued to look for the child anxiously. He met a merchant who was carrying a piece of beautiful jade that he was all too familiar with.

"Where did this piece of jade come from? You stole my child's body?!"

"Body? I bought this piece of jade, and it cost a lot of money! Old man, please don't rant!"

"That kid actually sold himself?!" The old man said angrily, "I bought your piece of jade, and I will pay you twice the purchase price!"

"Okay, thank you for your patronage."

The old man connected the hands and feet to the torso and repaired it. He reprimanded angrily and sadly: "You child, you ran so far when you went out and left yourself in different places. It really made grandpa worry and get angry. You can’t do this kind of thing in the future.”

"Huh? No, it's almost..."

"Where's my baby's head?"

The background singing suddenly disappeared, like the calm before the storm.

The girl appeared from the other side, her voice was mature and powerful, and she shouted in surprise and joy: "Grandpa—!"

The old man was startled, turned his head to look, and opened his eyes wide: "My child——"

Running in both directions, the sound of messy footsteps on the stage is a natural drumbeat, beating on people's hearts.

The girl embraces the old man, and the old man grabs the girl's head.

"Grandpa, I really want to..."

"You bastard! You stole my child's head!"

The sharp singing, like drawing a sword out of its sheath, pierced the stage, as if it wanted to pierce the audience's heart from the ear.

"Grandpa, I am your child!"

"Nonsense! Those rough, ugly legs! Those arms made of mud! That hat of weeds! That dimpled wooden body! Those button-eyes without a gleam of light—you ugly bastard, thieves!" Take my child's head, do you think you can have her beauty?!"

"Grandpa! I am really your child, and these are—"

"The one over there is my child! My perfect child!"

The old man roared angrily: "You hateful head thief, I don't care how many heads you have—give back my child's head!!"

With the quarrel, the singing became louder and sharper.

The furious old man pulled his head off forcefully.

The singing is torn apart like a rapid and high-pitched song.

The ugly body made of mud, wood, and sludge fell to the ground with a bang.

Everything was exceptionally quiet.

The old man put the girl's head back into the completed body, replaced the button eyes with gems, discarded the straw hat, and put on a magnificent wreath of flowers.

"Don't sleep, kid, wake up."

The old man called out kindly and gently.

The girl opened her emerald eyes, reflecting a beautiful light, and her voice was as clear and melodious as a lark: "Oh? Didn't I go out? Why did I fall asleep?"

"That's why grandpa came to you and told you to remember to go home on time."

The old man took the girl's hand: "Let's go, it's time to go home."

The girl got up and said lively and excitedly: "Oh——I'm going home!"

The singing sounded again, like a clear stream in the mountains, ding dong.

"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.

Accompanied by the melodious singing, the stage curtain slowly closed towards the middle.

The old man and the girl gradually walked away and disappeared from sight, only vaguely hearing those somewhat familiar conversations.

The ugly headless puppet that fell on the stage remained motionless until it was covered by the closed curtain.

The stage was silent, and the audience was silent.

The voice of the puppet came from the loudspeaker.

"The performance is over, thank you for your appreciation."

……

……

"The Ship of Theseus?"

Yukinoshita Yukino came back to her senses, and immediately thought of that ancient thought problem—if the parts of a ship are completely replaced one after another, is the ship still the original ship?If not, since when?If yes, then what is the ship assembled from the replaced parts?

"Hey, Yukino, don't you think that doll looks a bit like you, with long black and beautiful hair?" Yukinoshita Yono teased, "Thanks to the mother who didn't grab Yukino-chan's head and shout 'take my child's head! Still coming'~"

Yukino Yukino: "..."

Yukinoshita's mother: "Ahem..."

"Playing with mystery, loving to show off skills, playing a one-man show with multiple roles on stage, not caring about the overall situation at all, and making people look confused." Yukinoshita's father commented sharply, "A relatively unsuccessful performance."

"Could it be that he and his father are incompatible with each other? It's not like before, talk less and matter less, but talk more and matter more." Yukinoshita Yukino sighed deeply, "First it was Mr. Qigu, and then Mr. Bai. Loved the relationship with me…”

Yukinoshita's mother smiled and said, "His skin is itchy."

Yukinoshita Haruno covered her mouth and smiled: "Puff ~"

Yukinoshita's father: "..."

The hateful confidant is seriously troubled plus!

Chapter 140 The Sixth Realm

"Hiss—it turned out to be a horror movie? I thought it was a fairy tale!"

A student rubbed his arms, as if he could still see and hear the scene when the old man pulled out his head.

The companion shook his head and said, "After all, it's that Baiying classmate, how could he act out a normal story? It's scary enough for a carpenter to copy an ax and chop a leg..."

"Yeah, if it wasn't for that click, I wouldn't have thought that it was a puppet and not a real person."

……

"How did that puppet move?"

"It looks like there are wires hanging down on the stage."

"Who is singing the song? The voice of the last salutation?"

"It should be the recording played."

……

"Mai Sakurajima! Really Mai Sakurajima!"

"It's a pity that Ms. Sakurajima has too few roles. She should play the leading role, right?"

"Um, I think it's too early for humans to play a protagonist who can change hands and feet."

……

"It turns out that Bai Ying can perform so well when performing normally. By turning around and changing clothes and headgear, you can switch to different voices, and one person can play several people's scenes."

"Miss Doll's dubbing is also Shirokage, right? I remember when he played the queen and the maid in the corridor, he played two roles by himself."

"I can't hear the similarity at all... His strange behavior is even more impressive."

"...Just now, I suddenly felt that Shirokage was very handsome."

"now what?"

"It has to be the head of the seven campus monsters."

……

"Those songs are so beautiful, who sang them?"

"It must not be an active singer, or else it will be popular early."

……