Chapter 148
When Yun Jinchu was about to leave the association and go home, he was suddenly stopped by the president.
She turned around and asked what the other person wanted.
"Jinchu." President Nogai asked her carefully, "I heard that you are making a life doll. How is the progress now?"
Yun Jinchu paused as he stretched out his hand to close the door, then answered him, "The body is almost finished, but I still haven't found a way to wake it up."
"In fact, you don't have to make life dolls." Nogai frowned slightly, sighed and advised her: "You are still so young, and the market for ordinary dolls is so huge. With your handcrafting skills, you can definitely make works that are sought after. Why focus on something impossible?"
The inheritance of the life dolls had long been cut off, and he also felt that Yun Jinchu was a very good seedling, otherwise he would not have come to persuade her of this.
Yun Jinchu could hear his dissatisfaction with the fact that he had not achieved any real results since taking office. After thinking for a moment, he said calmly, "I understand. But the puppet is very important to me. Regardless of whether it can be awakened or not, at least I have to make it completely first."
Then she added, "Don't worry, I won't delay my work."
Although for her, making the life doll and awakening it is one of the real tasks.
Watching Nogai leave with satisfaction, Yun Jinchu closed the office door behind him and walked out of the association.
The place where she makes life dolls is not in the association, but in her own home.
There are many people in the association, and even though she has just been promoted to vice president, she cannot guarantee the absolute safety of the dolls here.
After returning home and washing up simply, Yun Jinchu went straight to the production room in the basement.
On the production table, a small doll with just a small part of its body completed was illuminated by the bright light from overhead, making every detail clear.
Yun Jinchu put on high-precision glasses and sat there day after day, repeating the extremely energy-consuming and extremely boring process of making a puppet's body.
Next to the production table, there is another equally beautiful and exquisite black-haired doll. It is wearing a pretty little red dress and is quietly watching the busy doll maker with its head tilted.
Sometimes when Yun Jinchu felt tired, he would rub his neck and look up at it.
With a cold gaze, she carefully described the doll's facial features that were somewhat similar to her own. Thinking of those bizarre dreams that had appeared repeatedly over the past ten years, her eyes softened a little. She raised her hand to take the doll, bent her white fingers, and gently tapped the doll's head. She smiled softly and said to herself, "When you wake up, I'll call you Mianmian, okay?"
The children in the dreams always like to call themselves "Mianmian". They put their hands on their waists and proudly say that they are their mother's little angel and their mother's most beloved baby.
"Every time in my dreams, the perspective is smiling at me like a little flower, so am I the mother you love?"
As she recalled, she whispered, "If I'm really your mother, can Mianmian wake up soon? Otherwise, I'll be very jealous of those in my dreams..."
After a brief moment of trance, she smiled and touched the doll's cheek, which felt very tactile, then put it back next to the workbench, calmed her mind, and continued to patiently work on the doll's texture and skeleton.
The dollmaker, who was concentrating on making the doll, did not notice that after she lowered her head, the pair of dark eyes of the doll she had just placed seemed to tremble slightly for a moment.
Mother?
Cotton?
A young and fragile soul, not even fully formed, was hiding in the body of the little doll, thinking blankly about the two words it had captured.
But after thinking for a long time, it couldn't figure out what this meant. It could only continue to stare at this beautiful woman who appeared here every day and talked to it every day.
After watching for a while, the little doll couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved.
Why is this person always busy with the little doll on the stage?
Obviously, the doll that accompanies her and listens to her talk every day is herself...
But she only had time for a few words, and the rest of the time was spent on the puppet on the stage.
The little soul curled up in the body of the doll that couldn't move or talk, hugging itself unhappily. After being depressed for a long time, it couldn't help but be attracted by the doll maker's attention.
She is so beautiful.
This is how she created herself bit by bit.
Would she also talk so much to other dolls?
Once her doll has a soul, will she no longer need herself?
The little doll had many questions in its mind, but it couldn't ask them and no one could answer them.
It could only sit beside the production table day after day, watching through its dark eyes as the dollmaker perfected the little doll that looked like her bit by bit.
As the little doll became more and more complete, it found that the time the dollmaker spent holding it and talking to it became less and less.
The little doll was a little angry, but more of it was filled with grievance and anxiety about being slowly abandoned.
It began to try to talk to the bad doll maker who didn't want the old doll anymore because he had a new one.
That tiny, fragile soul would mutter to the doll maker every day.
"Hey, stop looking at it, I'm pretty too... Why haven't you come to hug me these past few days?"
"Wow, you are so good, this hand is so beautiful! But, but it's not for me. You haven't talked to me for a day. Can you look at me?"
"...Please don't make a new doll, okay? I've tried my best to grow up. When I can move, I can always be with you. I'm really trying my best."
“Hey! Didn’t you say my name is Mianmian? Why are you calling it Mianmian? It’s obvious that I was the one who was called Mianmian first…”
"Please don't call it Mianmian anymore, okay? Every time I hear you call it Mianmian, I feel so sad. I feel like I'm going to die of sadness, but if I die, I will never see you again. I can't bear to die too early, so, so please, hug me, okay?"
"...You haven't talked to me for many days, you bad guy. You and this doll are both bad guys. I'm going to hate you. I'm going to hate you for many, many days, unless you come and hug me. I'll forgive you if you hug me. Really, I'm super easy to coax~"
"Hey, you haven't eaten all day? Go eat, go eat, eat, eat. Even if... you really like this doll, can you go eat? At most, at most, I don't hate it."
"Hey, I feel like I'm really about to die... I can't say much anymore, why don't you come and hug me? I like you so much, why do you want to like other dolls? My name is Mianmian, can you please not like that Mianmian and just like me for a while?"
The little soul in the doll's body that kept mumbling every day lost the love and affection given by the doll maker. Even though it tried very hard to grow, it still inevitably became weaker day by day.
It was not until an unknown amount of time had passed that the dollmaker came in and actually picked it up with a smile in his eyes.
"Mianmian, a life puppet from the old times has appeared in the country. It must know how to wake up puppets. Wait for me, mom. I will find a way to wake you up as soon as possible."
After saying that, she raised her hand and ruffled the doll's long black hair, making it frizzy and like a little chicken coop. However, her eyes were squinted with pleasure, and anyone could sense her good mood.
The soul in the little doll's body was startled by her sudden intimacy. For a moment, it was happy and at a loss. Even though it knew that she couldn't hear its voice, it still said fiercely: "You, you hurry up and comb my hair! It's so ugly when it's messy!"
It originally thought that it lost to the doll on the production table because it was not good-looking enough. Now even its hair was messed up. What if the doll artist thought it was ugly and liked it even less?
But what made it even more disappointed was that after the dollmaker fixed its hair, he put it back in place and then sped up the production of the doll.
"..." The little doll curled up her soul sullenly, trying not to pay attention to herself and the doll anymore.
It turns out that the happiness I just felt wasn't just for myself...
I'm already awake, but you don't know it and you're still trying to wake up another puppet.
"Mom..." The little doll called her self-proclaimed name softly, pursed her lips, and felt that her soul seemed to be even sadder and more painful.
Shouldn't I wake up?
When I was being produced, I felt so much pure love and expectation, and only then did I gradually become conscious and wake up.
Why is everything different after waking up?
Could it be that... my name is not actually Mianmian, and she is not my mother?
But what should I do? I want to take away the name Mianmian, and I just want to call her mom.
My soul seems to be broken, otherwise how could I steal someone else's name and someone else's mother?
But, but where is my mother?
"Hey." The soul in the little doll weakly cheered up, pursed its lips and whispered to the dollmaker who was carefully making the doll's ankles in front of him: "Are you really not my mother? Then, then do you know where my mother is?"
I don't want to be a bad puppet with a rotten soul.
I don't want to steal the other doll's name and mother.
I just... want to be hugged by my mother and have a name of my own.
If you don't want me, then give me to my mother, okay?
My mother would definitely want me.
The next chapter is also a special story about the previous life. Those who don’t want to read it can avoid it.
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine:
1 Zishujun;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:
16 bottles of water water;
Little Rice, A Little Star, Heart's Realm 10 bottles;
17. Jiuyan 1 bottle;
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