Chapter 126
Sometimes the doll would trip over its left foot and fall unexpectedly, and sometimes it would try to fold its arms behind its back or take off its head because it was unfamiliar with the structure of its body.
Whenever this happened, Yun Jinchu would reach out and catch it steadily, or raise his hand to stop it, and gently explain to the little puppet how to walk and raise his hands.
The doll artist is extremely patient with his dolls, like a mother guiding her child to walk.
After Yunmian had slowly learned everything, Yun Jinchu led it slowly to the mirror so that it could see its current appearance clearly.
Yunmian tilted her head slightly, and the little black-haired doll in the mirror also tilted its head.
Yunmian blinked silently, and the little doll in the mirror also blinked.
Yunmian took a small step closer and raised her hand to touch the cold and smooth mirror.
Then the little doll in the mirror also raised its hand and placed its palm against its own.
Yunmian looked at the dollmaker standing behind the little doll in the mirror.
The doll artist is thin and has not seen the sun for many years, so his pale skin looks sickly and unhealthy.
But the look she gave the little doll was focused and gentle.
Yun Mian turned and looked at the dollmaker behind him.
Same looks, same gaze.
Yun Jinchu is not a particularly expressive person, but when she saw that the little doll actually had life and was able to interact with her consciously, she still felt the joy welling up from the bottom of her heart.
It's like bringing an unreachable existence from a false dream into reality.
Although the little doll in front of me looks duller and more empty than the "cloud cotton" in the dream fragments, owning it and seeing it in the dream are two completely different feelings.
She likes the lively and lovely little girls in her dreams, and she also devotes her love to the little dolls she creates with her own hands.
Opening the door of the manufacturing room, she led the little doll, which still couldn't walk steadily, and walked step by step to the living room through the narrow corridor.
"This is our home." Yun Jinchu lowered his head and introduced the little doll: "You can do a lot of things at home. If you want to go out and have a look, I will take you out to play after I have processed your file."
Yun Mian quietly looked around at every inch of space within her sight, then broke free from Yun Jinchu's hand and slowly walked towards the window not far away.
This is a very tall and long display window. Each space is beautifully decorated, and each space contains different dolls and puppets made of other materials.
Yunmian walked to a puppet grid that had black hair, eyebrows and eyes similar to hers.
It looked inside and saw a figure sitting in a gift box with its head tilted, surrounded by many small dolls with exquisite costumes and gift boxes. A hint of hostility suddenly flashed in its dark and empty eyes, and it raised its hand and smashed the glass blocking the lattice.
"Mianmian!" Yun Jinchu's voice sounded a step slower.
There was a sound of shattering glass, including her hurried footsteps.
The puppet Yun Mian ignored the arrival of the puppet master and the broken glass on the ground, stepped on it without hesitation with her small leather shoes, reached out and roughly pulled the puppet that looked at least 50% like herself out of the window, and in front of the puppet master, she pursed her lips and smashed it to the ground.
The lifeless doll was smashed onto a pile of broken glass, but there was still a smile on its delicate face.
"Mianmian, stop." Yun Jinchu stretched out his hand to pull out the little doll that was standing on the broken glass.
But was avoided.
The little puppet, who had been unable to walk steadily just now, was now avoiding her and kicking the puppet on the ground with force.
The doll's head, which was fixed on its neck, was kicked off its body and rolled to the side with its black hair.
Even so, the puppet Yunmian still did not let it go. Instead, he stepped on the puppet's hand bones and leg joints more violently. After watching the puppet become pieces, he suddenly stopped and looked up at the puppeteer in front of him with empty eyes.
Yun Jinchu looked at the messy ground in less than a minute, then looked at the broken window behind the little doll. After a moment of silence, he reached out and took the little doll out of the broken glass.
"Spread your hands."
The little doll tilted its head to look at her, then spread out its small palm as it was told.
Yun Jinchu looked through it carefully and checked to make sure that the little doll's hands were not injured by the glass shards when it smashed it. He breathed a sigh of relief, then carried it to sit on the sofa, took off his shoes and checked its feet to see if they were pricked.
"Don't do anything dangerous in the future."
Yun Jinchu looked calm and warned, "The puppet's body is also very fragile. If you get hurt, you will feel pain. Don't do this again next time. Remember?"
When the doll maker spoke with a serious face, the little doll Yunmian stared at her seriously. After she finished speaking, Yunmian withdrew her hand, lowered her eyes and said nothing.
Yun Jinchu: "...Don't think that not speaking means rejection. If you get hurt, you're the one who's in pain, and repairing the wound will hurt even more."
She saw through the puppet Yunmian's behavior and thoughts almost at a glance.
Yunmian thought this humanoid artist was so smart that he was a little annoying.
But after a brief silence, it nodded slowly.
Agree to her first, wait until she lowers her guard, and then kill her.
The little doll curled up on the thick and soft sofa, tilted its head and watched the doll maker clean up the pile of garbage that it had destroyed.
The broken glass was cleaned up.
The dollmaker was squatting there, holding the doll's head and trying to fix it back to the body.
As the little puppet watched, the hostility in his eyes could no longer be hidden.
Why do we have to fix that ugly thing? Is it important? Why should it have the same face as mine?
It was even a little angry, and wanted to rush over to pull the ugly doll out of the model maker's arms, and crush it into pieces bit by bit, so that the model maker would never be able to put it together again!
Yun Jinchu assembled the doll that he had used to practice sketching when he first dreamed of Yunmian and put it back into the window of the cabinet.
Yun Mian looked at the bright smile on the doll's face, her fingers clenched little by little, and her cold body was filled with an extremely strong desire to destroy.
However, when the annoying dollmaker turned around, all the emotions of the little doll were completely restrained. The pure black and empty pupils made it look even more soulless, and it seemed not much different from the dolls in the window.
Yun Jin took a quick look at it, turned on the light screen on the wall, and found an animation suitable for children to learn to read.
At first, the little puppet Yunmian would follow the figure maker's movements, but later he would stare at the little animals in the animation.
Yun Jinchu looked at it seriously, a smile flashed across her eyes. She took advantage of the time to place an order for some edible energy for the dolls, fabrics for making clothes for the dolls, and small accessories.
These items were delivered to the door very quickly.
The moment the doorbell outside rang, the little doll turned his head more keenly than Yun Jinchu.
Yun Jinchu comforted the little doll that seemed a little frightened: "Don't be afraid, the things I bought for you have arrived."
She passed by the little doll, who was standing with his back straight and still alert to any noise outside, and walked out with a smile hidden in his face.
The little doll that would be frightened by the doorbell is more like a kitten that would prick up its ears alertly at any noise.
However, she only kept this metaphor in her mind and would not share it with anyone, nor would she explain to the little doll the cuteness revealed in its occasional small actions.
Yunmian didn’t know what the doll maker was thinking. He watched the other party walk in with a lot of things.
"Mianmian, do you want to come over and take a look?" Yun Jinchu put the things on the carpet, sat down cross-legged and asked the little doll that was huddled behind the sofa with only a pair of eyes showing and secretly observing.
Yun Mian blinked, slid down from the sofa by herself, and after landing steadily, she walked to the doll maker with her hands and feet.
It still hasn't learned to walk in the most stable posture.
Yun Jinchu asked the little puppet to sit down and imitate his movements.
Yunmian used her hands to bend her legs like toys, and finally got them into a kneeling position. Finally, she looked up at the doll maker quietly, asking the other person if she had done it right.
Yun Jinchu: “…”
"That's it." She shook her head, picked through the pile of things on the ground, and then took out a small beige communicator.
Yun Jinchu lifted up Yun Mian's hand and put the communicator on her slender white wrist.
"This is a communicator. With it, you can contact me and have a conversation with me no matter how far away you are from me."
After that, she patiently taught the little doll how to use this thing.
Even in those vast and mixed memories, Yun Mian had only seen this thing worn on humans' wrists.
But this dollmaker put this strange thing on the doll's wrist.
The little doll didn't understand, but just listened to the light and steady beating of the dollmaker's heart in his chest, then lowered his head and gently touched the outline of the communicator that already belonged to him with his fingers.
Judging from the strength and frequency of his heartbeat, this humanoid artist will live for a long time unless something unexpected happens.
At a certain moment, the little doll had to give up the idea of waiting for the human figure master to die, and rethink how to kill the other party as quickly as possible.
But if the dollmaker is willing to throw away all those ugly dolls in that window...
Maybe I could let this humanoid artist live a few more days.
There will be another update at twelve o'clock.
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine:
An ordinary convert relies on 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:
20 bottles of sponge;
Coke, keep smiling, 10 bottles of Le;
Hurricane Jack-O'-Lantern, 17 1 bottle;
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