I Heard That I Was Super Fierce After Death

Visibility in the room was very low, only through the moonlight penetrating the gap in the curtains, I could vaguely see the little figure standing opposite the bed.

"Yang Anqi?"

Lin Wu asked with a little heart palpitations, and turned on the bedside lamp with a snap, and the room suddenly lit up.

The little girl across from the bed was Yang Anqi. She was wearing a pajamas printed with cartoon patterns, standing on the floor with bare feet, holding a rag doll that was missing an eye in her arms, with a delicate face like a porcelain doll. Without the slightest expression, he just stared straight at Lin Wu without saying a word.

"Huh, it's really you."

Lin Wu breathed a sigh of relief, it was good that it wasn't a ghost.

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

Yang Anqi looked at him without speaking, then looked down at the rag doll in her arms.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Lin Wu could only say softly, "It's too late, An Qi, go to bed earlier..."

"pain."

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

"Pain?" Lin Wu was startled slightly, looked at her carefully, and quickly asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

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 trying to play innocence with him?

"Without my eyes, it will hurt." Yang Anqi whispered again.

Well, it seems that because he accidentally ripped off the rag doll's eye, this little girl is still holding grudges...

Lin Wu scratched his chin helplessly, got out of bed, went to the desk to pick up the eye, and then pulled out the sewing box from the desk drawer before turning around and saying to Yang Anqi, "Come on, you Give me the doll and I'll sew it up for you."

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

"Okay, you come by yourself."

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

When he was a child, he was often mischievous. When his trousers and clothes were torn, he had to mend them by himself. For an eight- or nine-year-old child, his hands-on ability was enough.

"I'll give you the needle and thread. When you sew, remember not to tie your hand." Lin Wu put the needle and thread box in Yang Anqi's hand, and put the eye in her other small hand.

Yang Anqi held the rag doll in her arms, freeing both hands, took out a needle and a roll of white cotton thread from the needle and thread box, and was about to thread the needle, then looked up at Lin Wu, and whispered, "Okay. Turn on the light?"

"Come and sit on the 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 maximum brightness.

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

It's a pity that she is still young and not tall enough. Lin Wu deliberately adjusted this chair to her comfortable height. She sat down with a rag doll in her hand, but she didn't sit up.

"Ha ha."

Lin Wu smiled, and did not rashly 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 doll on her lap, and started threading the needle.

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

"Come and let me help you get in." Lin Wu asked tentatively.

Yang Anqi raised her face and glanced at him, and handed him the needle and thread.

"Just lick the end of the thread."

Lin Wu said, put the thread through the needle hole in just a few seconds, put it on the table, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's sew."

Yang Anqi nodded, took a look at the needle and thread she had put on, opened her mouth, and said, "Thank you..."

"Small idea." Lin Wu touched her head.

Yang Anqi's body froze for a moment, then she picked up the doll in silence 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 gestured with her eyes where the doll was missing, and asked, "Is that so?"

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

Speaking of which, he suddenly stopped, looking at this rag doll who was missing his right eye, a cold breath came out of his heart for no reason, and his scalp couldn't help but feel a little numb.

The Yang Wanhui he met in the dream covered her right face with one hand, while the other hand reached out to him, asking him to 'return it to her'.

When Yang Wanhui was swallowed up by the flames, she realized that her right eye was a pitch-black hole.

And now, just after he woke up from the nightmare, he found that Yang Wanhui's sister, Yang Anqi, ran into his room inexplicably, and said that the doll would hurt if she lost her eyes.

Yang Wanhui didn't have a right eye, and he accidentally ripped off the doll's right eye.

It's so coincidental...

Maybe it's not a coincidence at all.

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

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

When so many coincidences come together, it is not a coincidence.

This rag doll... there must be something wrong.

Lin Wu couldn't help but look at the rag doll nervously. He didn't know whether it was because of his magical powers of induction, or because of self-suggestion. He actually felt that the rag doll's only left eye seemed to be...

Staring at him!

"What's wrong?"

Yang Anqi noticed that Lin Wu was half silent, so she couldn't help but turn her head to look at him.

"Angie, your sister and I also know each other." Lin Wu suddenly said.

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

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

Yang Wanhui is his peer. She is beautiful and has a good family background. It is inevitable that he will have some ideas in his heart, but when he gets older, people will become realistic.

However, after all, he was someone who had thought about it before. 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 her feelings and endure the pain of lovesickness. In fact, she has had a crush on him for many years?

Well, Lin Wu is very satisfied with this script, and it must have been written in ten thousand books.

"Sister said you... um, salted fish, naive, middle school 2, likes to dream, cowardly, a hooligan..."

Yang Anqi is like counting, putting on a needle every time she says an evaluation.

However, what kind of puppet is she? It was literally stuck in Lin Wu's heart, making his face darker and darker.

Well, let's not think about those unrealistic illusions.

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

"Cough, wait a minute, isn't it okay to order?"

Lin Wu couldn't help coughing and interrupted Yang Anqi. After being stabbed so many times by this little girl, his glass heart was full of holes.

"let me see…"

Yang Anqi stopped her needlework, raised her head, and thought hard for a while. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she said, "My sister said that you have self-knowledge and are more sensible."

After speaking, she put another needle on the doll.

"…"

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

Man, it's better to dream less.

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PS: (Alas, this plot is a real personal experience... Alas, people still have dreams, as long as your dreams are big enough, you can live in your dreams... woo woo woo... hum hum hum... please comfort and comfort everyone I'm a poor little author, let's get some recommendation tickets...)

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