Puppet Master of Wasteland 3
The little boy once had a name, Sun Xiaoshi, which meant that he hoped the child would grow up strong and healthy. He always felt that this name embodied his parents' expectations and care for him.
There are two older brothers and a younger sister in the family.
Maybe it was because he was smart and sensible since he was a child, and took on most of the heavy work at home early on, so his parents only praised him for being the most sensible and obedient.
This is what he told himself.
The older I get, the more I realize from interacting with my brothers and sisters at home that I am the only one who is not favored.
Until he was injured and lost his arm, his parents threw him into the most chaotic place in the downtown area without hesitation, left him without looking back, and left him to lie in the cold snow to fend for himself.
From that moment on, his past and his name were dead.
In the original body's memory, he had no idea about the little boy's name. He ate slowly until the little boy had finished eating, then he sped up and drank up the porridge at the bottom of the bowl.
The little boy jumped down immediately and said, "I'll wash it for you."
Luo Chen did not stop him.
For this child, what he needs most at this moment is a sense of being needed. Only in this way can he feel that he is useful and will not be easily abandoned.
When Luo Chen's eyes fell on the child's thin clothes, he remembered that there seemed to be two or three small pieces of clothes in his original body's closet. He had never been willing to throw them away, so he simply hoarded them as supplies.
He took it out and put it aside, then sat back down at the workbench to continue working.
This way, without attracting any deliberate attention, the boy was ignored just enough to gradually relax. He washed the dishes and cleaned up slowly.
One reason is that we are afraid of disturbing Mr. Ding’s work.
Secondly, he wanted to stay here longer.
But no matter how long he procrastinates, the work will eventually be finished. He hesitated for a few moments, not daring to disturb Mr. Ding, and walked lightly towards the door.
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Mr. Ding's cold voice came from behind.
The little boy suddenly turned his head, his face full of confusion and puzzlement, "Mr. Ding?"
Luo Chen pointed to the clothes on the bed and said, "Put them on first, and you'll stay here from now on." Before the little boy could refuse, he added, "My work will be very busy, and I need you to clean the house every day and be responsible for guarding the things here."
He spoke in a serious tone, as if everything that looked like trash here was a treasure.
Anyone else wouldn't believe it.
But the little boy believed it, and a flower quietly blossomed in his heart. He felt happy and nervous at the same time. He always felt as if from today on, everything became like a dream, unreal and beautiful.
He was so flustered that he didn't know how to put it in order, so he could only nod awkwardly and vigorously: "I will definitely do it carefully."
Luo Chen pointed at the clothes again: "Put them on."
Mr. Ding in front of him was as gloomy as ever, but his cold tone no longer had the impatience of the past, which made the little boy involuntarily want to get closer to Mr. Ding.
He obediently put on his clothes which were a bit too big for him, and his skinny little face looked even more pitiful. He sat quietly on the sofa in the corner.
Luo Chen thought about it, then stood up and lit the fire.
The temperature in the room gradually rose. The little boy glanced at Mr. Ding secretly and carefully moved his feet closer to the fire. His feet, which were so cold that they were almost numb, were finally curled up.
He blinked and wiped away the tears that were welling up in his eyes again.
Luo Chen worked carefully and attentively with the materials. After slowly kneading the rough shape with his hands, he used sandpaper and a carving knife to shape it little by little. The whole process was tedious and required great patience and time.
The air was still, and the only sound that could be heard was the crackling of the coals in the fire, mixed with a small breath, making the room seem particularly peaceful and relaxing.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Luo Chen put down the carving knife, blew away the debris on it, and a ray of golden light from his fingertips sank into it.
He looked carefully at the second work.
The little boy had woken up from his light sleep and let out a small cry.
The little man in Mr. Ding's hand is only as big as his palm, but it is extremely real and delicate, with long black hair hanging down, spider legs on the lower body, and a slightly Gothic makeup. It looks like an alien born from the darkness.
Weird, yet full of beauty.
Luo Chen called the little boy over and said in a calm voice, "Aren't you afraid?"
The little boy shook his head.
He knew it was fake, so he wasn't afraid.
Luo Chen understood the little boy's expression and chuckled, "Then I'll give it to you. Put a little bit of food next to it every day, not much, just the size of a fingernail."
The little boy nodded without thinking and took the exquisite little doll. "It looks good."
These two words are so poor that they can only be used to describe the little doll, but they are a child's heartfelt praise.
A glimmer of light flashed in the little doll's dark eyes, and then quickly returned to calm.
Luo Chen's eyes fell on the little boy's arm. He wanted to make a better puppet arm for the child, but the original material was running out, so he could only wait for Liu San to come back before making any plans.
He said to the little boy, "Go back to sleep."
The little boy nodded obediently, then crawled back onto the sofa and curled up with the doll in his arms.
The night gradually deepened.
Luo Chen closed his eyes and began to practice the 2.0 version of the technique.
It should be said that the original body was a terrible weirdo in the hearts of the children nearby. From time to time, two or three emotions of fear would come to him, making him really helpless.
In the next few days, Luo Chen stayed at home and tidied and cleaned the room with the little boy. They packed up all the unnecessary things and exchanged them for a small bag of food.
The room that was originally crowded now looks a lot cleaner.
During this time, Luo Chen specifically asked the little boy's name. After the little boy was silent for a long time, he whispered, "My name is Ping An."
He didn't like his old name.
Luo Chen touched the little boy's soft hair and said nothing more.
After spending these few days together, the little boy realized that Mr. Ding was not as gloomy and difficult to get along with as he had imagined.
Mr. Ding spends most of his time at the workbench making dolls, and occasionally takes some orders to repair things in exchange for food. He rarely speaks, but he cooks delicious meals for him.
Ping An felt that he had done too little work, so he took the initiative to take over the work of communicating with customers. He was very clever and smart, and in just half a day he had estimated the transaction prices of most things.
Ping An smiled more often.
He placed the fingernail-sized rations he had specially left for today next to the little doll and gently touched it with his little hand, "Good night."
Wake up the next day.
The food supplies around the little doll disappeared.
At first, Ping An expressed doubts and confusion about this, and hurried to find Mr. Ding to tell him about it.
Luo Chen put down what he was holding and replied, "The little doll also needs to eat."
Ping An blinked in confusion and nodded.
He had never come across such beautiful and exquisite dolls. In addition, with the endless emergence of doomsday aliens and superpowers, the fact that the little dolls could eat seemed very common among them.
Ping An no longer cared about this matter. He fed the little doll more carefully every day and even talked to it quietly.
Even though the little doll remained motionless.
Time quickly came to three days later.
Ping An was the first to learn about the return of the one-eyed Liu San from the opposite door. He immediately ran back and told Luo Chen about it, adding: "Liu San seems to be injured. He used the resources he brought back to exchange for a lot of medicine and gauze."
Luo Chen nodded, "Wait two more days. Pay more attention to his condition during this time."
Ping An's eyes sparkled after receiving the task, "I will!"
During this period of time, he liked Mr. Ding more and more, and wanted to do everything Mr. Ding asked him to do.
Liu San, who lives next door, is feeling extremely irritable and uneasy at the moment.
He originally lost one eye, but fortunately his skills and reaction abilities were still pretty good, so he followed a fixed team out of the city to look for resources.
Their lives are not as good as those of people in Midtown, but they are still pretty good in the downtown area.
Until this time when they left the city, a new mutant joined the team. He had been infected by the deer species and possessed extremely fast speed and reaction ability, not to mention that he also had a certain ability to predict danger.
He suddenly felt awkward in his position in the team.
That’s not all.
This psychic was arrogant and opposed him everywhere. On the way back, they were attacked by monsters and subconsciously pulled him over to be a shield.
He was injured as a result, but the team members were kind enough not to abandon him. After much effort, he finally came back alive.
The team leader felt bad and gave him a lot of resources as compensation, but also hinted that he should not team up with them in the future, so as not to be disliked by the psychic again.
Liu San was angry and furious, but there was nothing he could do.
If he were the captain, he would probably make the same choice. Having a fixed psychic as a teammate would only increase the chances of survival for everyone. What's more, the team members did not abandon him at all.
He remembered this affection and endured this grievance.
Once you take something, you should learn to shut up.
Liu San is now more worried about another thing. He needs at least half a month to recuperate from his injuries before he can leave the city again, but there is not much food left at home and the rent for next month has not been paid yet.
Liu San pounded the bed hard.
If he were a person with super powers, why would he be so frustrated?
Liu San thought about it and felt that he could not just sit there and wait for death. He looked around and gritted his teeth to exchange everything in the house, including the right to live in the house for this month, for a level zero alien core.
Then he asked a psychic with healing powers to help, and in just three days, his injuries were completely healed.
But next, he had to go out of the city again to collect supplies and alien cores, otherwise he would be homeless and without food.
He packed up his belongings and was about to leave when he saw the tightly closed door opposite suddenly open and a little head pop out.
Liu San ignored the other party.
He had noticed for a while that this child was always secretly staring at him. He remembered that this child had always lived next to that weirdo's house and always looked at that person with longing eyes.
Based on his years of observing people, the man named Ding Luochen was definitely not a kind-hearted person, and his personality was extremely weird and difficult to get along with.
But these few days, this child actually entered Ding Luochen's house, which really surprised him, so when the child came over, he did not drive him away, but waited for him to speak.
"Brother Liu, do you want a chance to change your fate?"
Ping'an's heart was pounding as he said the words he had recited several times in the house. These were the words Mr. Ding had specifically instructed him to say.
Liu San: “…”
Is this child sick?
Thank you for not saying anything and throwing a mine, spinning around and splitting the pen refill.
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