The visibility in the room was very low, and only a glimmer of moonlight through the gap in the curtains could faintly see the small figure standing across the bed.

"Angel Yang?"

Lin Wu asked with a little palpitation, snapped on the bedside lamp, and the room suddenly lit up.

The little girl opposite the head of the bed was Yang Anqi, she was wearing pajamas printed with cartoon patterns, standing on the floor with bare feet, holding a rag doll with a missing eye in her arms, and her delicate little face like a porcelain doll, without any expression, just stared at Lin Wu straight and didn't say a word.

"Whew, it's really you. ”

Lin Wu breathed a sigh of relief slightly, it's good that it's not a ghost.

Although he felt that the child had some mental problems, he still tried to show a gentle smile: "What's wrong? Can't sleep at night? Or do you have nightmares?"

Yang Anqi looked at him, did not speak, and then looked down at the rag doll in his arms.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Lin Wu had no choice but to say softly: "It's too late, Anqi, you go to bed early......

"It hurts. ”

At this time, Yang Anqi suddenly spit out a word.

"Pain?" Lin Wu was slightly stunned, looked at her carefully, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Anqi didn't speak, but raised the rag doll in her arms, and then whispered: "She hurts." ”

"Does it hurt?"

Lin Wu smiled, is this little girl going to play with him innocently?

"If you don't have eyes, it hurts. Yang Anqi whispered again.

Well, it seems that because he accidentally ripped off the eyes of the rag doll, this little girl is still holding a grudge......

Lin Wu scratched his chin a little helplessly, got out of bed, walked to the desk and picked up the eye, and then took out the previous sewing kit from the drawer of the desk, and then turned to Yang Anqi and said, "Come, you give me the rag doll, and I will help you sew it." ”

Yang Anqi took a step back, hugged the rag doll in her arms, lowered her head and said, "I'll sew it myself." ”

"Well, you come by yourself. ”

Lin Wu didn't force her, she just sewed her eyes, and it wasn't too difficult.

When he was a child, he was often naughty, and his pants and clothes were torn, and he made up for them himself, which was enough for an eight or nine-year-old child.

"The needle and thread are given to you, and when you sew, remember not to prick your hands. Lin Wu put the sewing kit into Yang Anqi's hand, and put the eye into her other small hand.

Yang Anqi held the rag doll in her arms with her arms, took out two free hands, took out a needle and a roll of white cotton thread from the sewing box, and was about to thread the needle, then looked up at Lin Wu again, and whispered: "Can I turn on the light?"

"Come and sit in a chair. Lin Wu smiled and patted the back of the computer chair in front of the desk, then turned on the lamp and turned it to the maximum brightness.

Yang Anqi looked at the chair, walked over, put the needle and thread on the table, and then prepared to sit down.

It's a pity that she is still young and her height is not enough, this chair was specially adjusted by Lin Wu to her comfortable height, she held a rag doll in her hand, sat down for a while, and didn't sit on it.

"Haha. ”

Lin Wu smiled, and didn't recklessly hug her onto the chair, but just helped her lower the chair to the lowest position.

Yang Anqi jumped back this time, then sat down on the chair, put the rag doll on her lap, and then began to thread the needle.

However, it may be because it was the first time she did this kind of work, and the thread was aimed at the pinhole and poked for a long time, but she didn't put it in.

"Come on, I'll help you get in. Lin Wu asked tentatively.

Yang Anqi glanced at him with a small face and handed him the needle and thread.

"Just lick the thread. ”

Lin Wu said, just a few seconds to pass the thread through the pinhole, then put it on the table, and smiled: "Okay, you can sew." ”

Yang Anqi nodded, picked up the threaded needle and thread and looked at it, opened her mouth, and said, "Thank you......"

"Small meaning. Lin Wu touched her head.

Yang Anqi's body stiffened for a moment, and then she silently picked up the rag doll and began to sew her eyes.

Lin Wu looked at it and reminded, "Look at the position and angle of your eyes first." ”

Yang Anqi took the eyes and gestured at the place where the rag doll was missing eyes, and asked, "Is that so?"

"It's the other way around. Lin Wu smiled and said, "Look at the left eye of this rag doll, the direction and shape are like this, the right eye should at least be symmetrical, right? So the right eye should be ......."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped, looking at this rag doll with a missing right eye, a cool breath appeared in his heart for no reason, and his scalp couldn't help but feel a little numb.

Yang Wanhui, whom he met in his dream, covered her right cheek with one hand while the other reached out to him and asked him to 'give it back to her'.

When Yang Wanhui was engulfed by the flames, she found that her right eye was a pitch-black hollow.

And now, as soon as he woke up from the nightmare, he found Yang Wanhui's sister Yang Anqi, who had inexplicably run to his room, and said that the rag doll would hurt if she lost her eyes.

Yang Wanhui didn't have a right eye, and the right eye of this rag doll was accidentally torn off by him.

What a coincidence......

Maybe it's not a coincidence at all.

Could it be that this rag doll has anything to do with Yang Wanhui?

Could it be that Yang Wanhui just asked him to return his right eye to her, so her sister Yang Anqi suddenly came to him before dawn?

With so many coincidences coming together, it's not a coincidence.

This ragdoll ...... There must be a problem.

Lin Wu couldn't help but look at this rag doll a little nervously, and he didn't know if it was because of his inductive power, or because of autosuggestion, he actually felt that the only left left eye of this rag doll seemed to be ......

Staring at him!

"What's wrong?"

Yang Anqi found that Lin Wu was silent halfway through, and couldn't help but turn her head to look at him.

"Anqi, I know your sister too. Lin Wu said suddenly.

Yang Anqi carefully sewed her eyes and said without looking back: "I know, my sister said you." ”

"Oh, what do you say about me?" Lin Wu couldn't help but ask.

Yang Wanhui is his peer, she is beautiful and has a good family background, he will inevitably have some thoughts in his heart, but when he gets older, people will become realistic, and the gap between each other's circles is relatively large, so naturally they will gradually become estranged.

However, after all, he was a person who had thought about it before, and he still wanted to hear what kind of person he was in Yang Wanhui's mouth.

Maybe...... Yang Wanhui also likes him in her heart, but because of her family, she has to suppress the feelings in her heart and endure the pain of lovesickness, in fact, she has been secretly in love with him for many years?

Hmm, Lin Wu is very satisfied with this script, and it must be a book to write it.

"Sister said you ...... Well, salted fish, naïve, secondary two, like to dream, cowardly, rogue since childhood......"

Yang Anqi is like counting, every time she says an evaluation, she puts on a stitch.

However, what kind of doll is she, it is simply stuck in Lin Wu's heart, and his face is getting darker and darker when he hears it.

Well, don't think about those unrealistic delusions.

Since people don't look down on him, it is naturally impossible to have a good impression.

"Ahem, wait a minute, isn't it okay?"

Lin Wu couldn't help coughing and interrupted Yang Anqi, who had been stabbed so much by this little girl, his glass heart was already full of holes.

"I want to think about ......"

Yang Anqi stopped the needlework, tilted her little head, meditated for a while, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and she said, "My sister said that you are self-aware and more acquainted. ”

After saying that, she threaded another stitch on the doll.

“......”

The corners of Lin Wu's mouth twitched slightly, feeling that his heart was completely broken.

People, it's better to dream less.

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PS: (Alas, this plot is a real personal experience...... Alas, people still have to have dreams, as long as your dreams are big enough, you can live in dreams...... Woowoo...... Boom...... Please comfort me, the poor little author, and get some recommendation votes...... ）