The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 13 If you have the guts to seduce a child, you must have the guts to speak!
Shen Le turned around abruptly and looked at the familiar residential building, the familiar unit on the building, and the half of the body eagerly sticking out of the unit window with an unsightly expression.

Shen Le turned around like a whirlwind and ran over. At the edge of the community, in the green belt, a large group of people had gathered, whispering to each other, making a lot of noise. Shen Le relied on his height and strength to squeeze in and shouted:
"Don't move the injured person! Don't lift him up, don't let him turn over, and don't move his head! Keep his mouth and nose clear, and wait for 120! Wait for 120!"

Police cars and ambulances were rushing over with their voices blaring. Running even faster than the police cars was the young policeman Shen Le knew, Comrade Shi Guangbing. He shouted, "Make way, I'm a policeman," and plunged into the crowd, immediately giving orders:
"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Make way for the ambulance! You! I'm talking to you! - Don't stand here, retreat! Protect the scene!!!"

After a few shouts, the ambulance arrived at lightning speed and carried a child out from the green belt. The child's neck, spine, and legs were all in the most basic way, tied to a stretcher, and two people in white coats carried him in front and behind and hurriedly got on the car.

Shen Le squeezed in the crowd, looking at the bloodstains on the child's body, feeling heavy in his heart:

It's that kid.

It’s the child who learns to play the erhu.

He is the one who inherited the puppet in his family. Two days ago, he ran out to play with his friends and did not come back all night. It is suspected that the child was attracted by his puppet.

I haven't seen you for two days. How come you jumped off the building today?

Pinocchio, did you make this?
is it you?
He was worried, watching the child's parents rush down from upstairs, crying loudly, and drove away with the car;

Watching Shi Guangbing busying around, setting up isolation tape, questioning witnesses, and asking security guards to check surveillance;

I watched as several auxiliary police officers took photos, questioned witnesses, and went upstairs;
Listening to the surrounding onlookers talking:

"What a sin! The child sawed wood every day and refused to learn, so the family members beat him and he cried so hard..."

"I told you not to force your child. Look, it's caused trouble!"

"Oh, it's so hard to raise a child nowadays..."

After a while, Comrade Shi Guangbing finally came out with a shuffling step. When he saw Shen Le, his eyes lit up slightly, and he was obviously impressed by Shen Le, a man who lived alone in a mansion and had just rushed over to command the rescue of the child. Even so, he couldn't muster much enthusiasm, and nodded to Shen Le weakly:

"Are you there too?"

"Yeah, I'm here too." Shen Le smiled bitterly:
"Are you done? Want to have a meal?"

The two randomly found a shop, ordered a bowl of beef noodles each, and ate it. After filling their stomachs, Shen Le asked in a low voice:
"How's the child?"

"Still rescuing."

"suicide?"

"The preliminary judgment is that it should be."

"So... you have no responsibilities?"

"I'm not responsible. My girlfriend is in trouble." Shi Guangbing sighed. His chin and cheeks were covered with stubble. With huge dark circles under his eyes, he looked particularly tired and pitiful.
"My girlfriend is an elementary school teacher. When a child jumps off a building, even though it's not their school, the Education Bureau has to hold a meeting, and then the school has a meeting. The teachers have to conduct a survey one by one, provide psychological counseling to the children, talk to the parents, fill out forms, and keep records... Not to mention this week, she won't be able to meet me next week!"

It's really hard to be a teacher nowadays, and it's hard to take care of children. Everyone has a hard time. Shen Le patted him sympathetically, filled his stomach, returned home, and stared at the puppet on the workbench: Should we stop repairing it?

Should I burn it?

Even if we don't burn it, should we lock it up? Put it in a lead box and bury it in the ground? Or find a wooden box, draw a circle of ink lines on the surface, and then nail seven soul-soothing nails on it?

He reached out several times, picked up the puppet several times, and stopped several times. Finally, he recalled the scene in the previous memory where the old man hugged the puppet tightly, his back hunched, and let himself be beaten by fists and feet. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply:
"...Forget it. Burning you like this would be a betrayal of your former master's kindness in saving you. Let's wait a little longer. At least... give you a chance to argue?"

"Pinocchio, do you have anything else that you can show me?"

He picked up the puppet's head and shook it, but it didn't respond. He practiced putting on makeup for a long time and put the makeup on the puppet's head, but it didn't respond. He put the silk thread on the puppet and pulled it, but it still didn't respond...

"Still not talking? If you still don't talk, I'll burn you to death! I'll really burn you to death! - Forget it, I'll give you a copper piece, and see if you will talk or not!"

The copper sheet fell. The next moment, Shen Le's eyes went dark in a familiar way.

This time the scene was darker and more cramped than the previous ones.

In a shabby room somewhere between a shack and a shelter, made of crossed bamboo poles shaped like a triangle and covered with reed mats on both sides, seven or eight children, ranging in age from three to ten, huddled together, knee to knee, surrounding a white-haired old man.

In the stone pit in the center of the shack, a broken piece of wood as thick as a finger was burning, providing the only light to this small world.

It's such a crowded place... If I wasn't a memory, I would have been worn out, right?

Shen Le lowered his head and looked at his legs stuck between the corner of the shack and the child's back, feeling helpless.

He looked inside with the little firelight, and saw an old man in the crowd manipulating a puppet. The puppet was not as splendid and colorful as the previous two times, but was wrapped in a gray coat. If it weren't for the familiar cinnabar tears in the corners of the eyes, it would be hard to recognize that it was the familiar little guy.

The thread was pulled a few times, and the puppet took a few steps forward. The old man's melodious voice began to sing slowly:
"The cows are still grazing on the hillside, but the cowherd has gone somewhere. It's not that he lost the cows because he was too playful. The cowherd boy, Wang Erxiao..."

Familiar story, familiar melody. Shen Le was stunned in place, unable to help but hum along. The old man's hoarse singing seemed to bring him back to the elementary school classroom, back to the days when the teacher taught them to sing and told them stories of little heroes, and reminded him of the naive feelings he had at that time:
"… He walked obediently in front and led the enemy into our ambush. Gunfire rang out all around, and the enemy realized they had been tricked…"

The old man's voice was low, as if he missed someone or was in sorrow. The children around him stared at the gray-clad puppet in the old man's hand, which was walking forward step by step. Just when they sang the most important part, a few quick bird calls suddenly sounded not far from the shack:
"Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"

The old man took off the puppet's grey coat leisurely, rolled it up into a ball, revealing the yellow coat and yellow and black skirt underneath. He pulled the puppet a few times, and the voice became rapid, high-pitched, and full of energy:

"Old Jade Emperor! How dare you look down on me, Sun, and send me away with a position as Horse Keeper!"

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