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"It's broken, it's broken."

"No one wants the broken stuff anymore."

"No one uses the broken stuff."

"Broken things can only cry."

......

Wen Zhong, who had just closed his eyes, suddenly heard a shrill singing voice in his ears, as if he was singing in his own soul, no matter how he covered his ears, he could hear the singing.

"It's broken, it's broken."

"No one wants the broken stuff anymore."

"No one uses the broken stuff."

"Broken things can only cry."

"Broken things can only be thrown away."

......

Wen Zhong couldn't help it, opened his eyes, and suddenly everything in front of him scared him to the core.

The room was extremely bright, the walls and the roof were composed of pieces of round objects, all over the room, and at this time, the stone tables and other things in this room had disappeared, and only these round objects kept rotating.

Like gears!

Most of these round objects were broken, some had broken many large holes, and some had revealed the unknown skeleton inside, and in these holes there was a big eye, flickering at Wen Zhong, and the room echoed with the songs they sang.

Jumping, fiddling.

Singing around Wen Zhong continued.

The frightened Wen Zhong finally saw what these round objects with eyes were, which turned out to be paper-paste oil-paper umbrellas.

Some of the umbrellas have broken frames and cannot be opened, but the patterns drawn on them are very beautiful. The oiled paper on the surface of some umbrellas is damaged, resulting in the bamboo umbrella being unable to shelter from the wind and rain when opened, and the patterns on it also become extremely ugly with the damage.

There are all kinds of broken bamboo umbrellas, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the flickering eyes, which reveal a kind of longing.

Wen Zhong froze, reached out and grabbed a broken bamboo umbrella that was still beating, and slowly opened the bamboo umbrella. The quality of the bamboo umbrella is very good, if it is not for the damage and wear of the oil paper on the bamboo umbrella, this umbrella can be used for a long time.

"If only it could be fixed." Wen Zhong lowered his head and thought about it, and slowly put the umbrella back in place.

The many paper umbrellas that were still dancing and singing, hearing Wen Zhong's words, danced and moved to give way to a place, revealing a wooden box.

Among them, there were a few small umbrellas, jumping and pushing the wooden box, and came to Wen Zhong's side.

Wen Zhong looked at the wooden box, although he had some doubts in his heart, he still reached out and took the wooden box to his side: "Do you say that there are tools to repair you in the box?" With doubts, Wen Zhong opened the wooden box.

The wooden box is like a treasure box, and when it is opened, it is flipped and opened, revealing countless grids inside, each of which is full of tools and materials.

Really!

Wen Zhong, who was surprised in his heart, calmed down again in an instant, he couldn't repair umbrellas, where could he repair them?

I looked down at the tools in the box, and there were many of them that I didn't recognize, let alone use.

Wen Zhong raised his head and saw the many broken oil-paper umbrellas around him, with longing eyes in the broken cracks, Wen Zhong's heart softened: "No matter what, I will repair you." ”

Wen Zhong took out a knife, a bottle of glue, a pair of scissors, and some oiled paper from the box, Wenzhong smiled, and picked up an oil-paper umbrella beside him.

The skeleton of this oil-paper umbrella is intact and can be opened and closed at will, but only the oiled paper on the surface of the umbrella is damaged, as long as it is glued well, it can be used.

Just do what you say.

Wen Zhong adjusted the viscosity of the glue, brushed the glue on the skeleton of the bamboo umbrella with a brush, and then covered the cut oil paper over the broken hole, and then the eyes in the hole disappeared.

Wen Zhong breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, brushed several places with glue one after another, and cut out the same size of oiled paper according to the size of the hole, and carefully pasted the oiled paper. It took about ten minutes to finally fix the first oil-paper umbrella.

With the first repair experience, time passed quickly, and Wen Zhong had more and more repaired oil-paper umbrellas piled up next to him.

The remaining oil-paper umbrellas in front of me, some of them have broken skeletons, and some of them have broken ropes at the joints of skeletons. Wen Zhong left these for repair at the end, also in order to accumulate experience, so that he would not repair these oil-paper umbrellas at the beginning and break them.

This one is just a broken skeleton and a supporting skeleton is replaced!

Wen Zhong sharpened a supporting bamboo skeleton, carefully cut the rope, installed the skeleton on the oil-paper umbrella, tied it with a rope, glued it well, and repaired it again.

This one is a broken umbrella handle.

This one is a loose rope that breaks......

......

I don't know how long it has been, Wen Zhong doesn't know how tired he is, and he keeps repairing the oil-paper umbrella. It wasn't until the last oil-paper umbrella was repaired that he stood up with satisfaction and stretched out.

Looking down, he found that the oil-paper umbrellas he had repaired before had disappeared, and even the walls had changed back to their original snow-white appearance, which Wen Zhong was no longer surprised by.

Wen Zhong smiled happily and reached out to open the only door in front of him.

The door slowly opened, but there was a new room in front of me, and the room was covered with all kinds of cloths, which looked devoid of luster and a little shabby.

Wen Zhong walked in, and the door behind him suddenly closed silently, and the door disappeared into a wall covered with cloth.

On a screen in front of me, the back of an ancient woman is painted, wearing clothes with the colors and patterns of the surrounding cloths, changing from time to time.

"It's old, no one wants it anymore."

"It's old, and no one likes it anymore."

"It's not good-looking, it's littered."

A sigh, a female voice slowly sounded, accompanied by the twitching of the ancient woman's back portrait on the screen, crying, complaining.

"It's old, no one wants it anymore."

"It's old, and no one likes it anymore."

"It's not good-looking, it's littered."

"No one uses it."

"Nobody wants it."

"I can only throw ......"

"Threw ......"

The complaining female voice suddenly increased, and the sharp and piercing voice penetrated Wen Zhong's soul, and countless cloths suddenly flew up and circled around Wen Zhong.

The singing is also getting more and more urgent.

"It's good, these fabrics are beautiful." Wen Zhong hurriedly reached out to grab the cloth that surrounded him, and pulled them into his arms one by one, to be honest, the patterns of these cloths, placed in the real society, can be compared to some celebrities' works, if you add the corresponding knife work, you can make a very good-looking clothing style.

Although I don't know how to cut or sew, I'm going to have to go on this situation now.

Wen Zhong, who was holding all the cloth in his arms, suddenly saw an electric sewing machine in front of him, which he had seen on TV, but had never used it.

With apprehension, Wen Zhong sat down on the sewing machine and began to check the pattern of the cloths. There are colored, patterned, and transparent like silk.

It seems that it's really hard to get out if you don't get it.

Wen Zhong picked out some of the fabrics that were all patterns, began to put them together, and then put them into the sewing machine, stepped the switch, and sewed the cloths together, making these patterned cloths a whole large cloth.

The first time I used a sewing machine, the lines sewn out were crooked and intermittent.

With the success of sewing the first piece of cloth, there is also a gradual experience.

Then he sewed the cloth of the same color together, and the transparent gauze cloth together, Wen Zhong already had a general idea in his heart.

When all the cloth was put together and sewn to make clothes, the sewing machine disappeared, and the cloth disappeared with it.

The screen in front of him, the portrait of an ancient woman painted on it, slowly turned around.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong couldn't help but hold his breath.

Is it a hideous face, or what? Wen Zhong is unknown.

With laughter, the woman in the picture finally turned around, revealing a face like a fairy, with an expression full of joy on her face, and then the screen slowly disappeared.

Wen Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he had not made a mistake.

Another door appeared in front of him, and Wen Zhong knew that he had to open this door, because he had no way out.

The door was opened again, this time, the items in the room were filled with all kinds of porcelain and other things, with the previous experience, Wen Zhong didn't think much about it this time, and walked straight in.

From huge water tanks to small wine glasses, made of wood, metal, porcelain, and all kinds of glasses, some of which look very new, are also dusty and piled up.

Crunch crunch......

Alas......

The sigh sounded again, with a creaking sound, the sound of porcelain breaking, mixed together, and the ballad was sung again, and an old voice echoed through the room.

Wen Zhong casually picked up a small water tank on the ground, which had a crack on one side, but there were no other problems with the rest. According to what I saw when I was a child, such a scar should have been repaired by a tinker.

When I was a child, there were people in the village who had huge jars, huge bowls, and huge cauldrons, and they looked around a lot, and Wen Zhong was also very clear about the general method.

Gently wiped the dust off this small water tank, turned around and looked, sure enough, there was an extra set of tools behind him, Wen Zhong was not surprised, picked out the tools inside, and began to repair these things.

Water tanks, porcelain bowls, porcelain, iron pots and many other things.......

After a long time, many utensils in the room were repaired by Wen Zhong, wiped clean and placed, and then these items slowly disappeared.

With joy and satisfaction, Wen Zhong once again opened another door in front of him.

Bookshelves full of books are cluttered, some smelling musty, some moth-eaten to the point that the remaining half is a fragment...... Broken pens, torn books, flying wildly.

The ballad sounded again, and with the sound of messy papers, books poured towards Wenzhong.

Wen Zhong didn't panic at all, he reached out and tidied up a table a little, and then some tools appeared on the table, glue, scissors, paper cutters, and many more. Pick up a book that is flying around, gently place it on the table, and start to repair it.

Flattening of wrinkles, remounting of broken covers, re-sewing and gluing of broken ridges, and re-patching of broken pages.......

Everything seems so natural!

The handwriting that would not have been displayed was repaired by Wenzhong, and the book was re-shined and turned into a brand new book, which was placed on the bookshelf by Wenzhong.

One, two, three......

One pen, two pens, three pens......

I don't know how long it took, but the books and pens in the room were all restored by Wen Zhong, and then everything in the room, including the bookshelves, disappeared.

Wen Zhong was very satisfied in his heart, and gently lay down on the spot with exhaustion and fell asleep.