Wait, shouldn't this doll be the one I gave to Bai Su?
How did Bai Su give it to me?
With a "snap".
I vaguely saw that Bai Su seemed to have been slapped by someone.
Shouldn't I be the one getting hit?
The memories in my mind are like a tangled mess, making it impossible for me to distinguish between reality and illusion.
These sudden memories rampaged through my mind like a pack of mad beasts, wantonly trampling on my reason.
I rolled on the ground in agony, sweat and tears mingling and blurring my vision.
Just when I was about to be swallowed by this pain, a cold hand touched my shoulder.
The touch was like a piece of ice, instantly sending a chill down my spine.
"Get out of my way!"
I instinctively flung my hand away forcefully.
There was a loud "bang," as if something had hit the wall hard.
I knelt on the ground, clutching my head, and forced myself to turn around to look, enduring the excruciating pain.
The little girl lay to one side, her face as pale as paper, her eyes filled with fear and grievance. Her small body was curled up, making her look incredibly pitiful.
"Bad uncle..."
"Little girl!"
My heart tightened, and I endured the excruciating pain as I slowly moved toward her.
Every movement felt like it was draining all my strength.
Finally, I reached her side and hugged her tightly in my arms.
"I'm sorry, Uncle didn't mean it. Little girl, are you alright?"
"Uncle, please don't blame Grandma, I made her do it!"
The little girl's tender voice rang out softly in the dimly lit room, like that of a child who had done something wrong.
I looked at the little paper doll in front of me. Her features were so three-dimensional, but her body was so light that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
My eyes instantly welled up with tears. I shook my head, forcing back a sob, and said, "No, Uncle isn't blaming you. Where do you feel unwell? Uncle will take you to the hospital."
The little girl leaned weakly against my chest.
"Bad uncle, do you know? Actually, the first time I met you, I was going to kill you because you killed my brother and sister."
Did you kill your older brother and sister?
At the time, I didn't understand why the little girl disliked me so much, calling me "bad uncle" the moment we met.
But now I understand, I completely understand.
Because the paper figures I burned were all her relatives.
"I'm sorry, little girl, it was bad uncle's fault, I'm so sorry!"
My heart aches terribly.
The little girl shook her head: "It's okay, bad uncle, I'm used to it!"
Have you gotten used to it?
I was taken aback.
The little girl hummed in agreement: "Yes, because when we first arrived, the grandpas and grandmas, and some of the older boys, were afraid of us. They said we were monsters and always bullied us."
"But Grandma wouldn't let us fight back. She said to just bear with it and it would pass. If we couldn't bear it, we could just run away because we're different from them!"
My throat was terribly dry. Holding the little girl's icy hand, I choked out, "It's the same. You're just like them!"
The little girl giggled.
"But later, I stopped hating the bad uncle because he would play with me, chat with me, and even make me a slingshot. If I hated the bad uncle, I would have no one left to like. So I will not hate the bad uncle."
Her voice was full of joy, but to me it sounded like a dull knife, cutting into my heart again and again.
"By the way, bad uncle, did you fix my slingshot?"
Oh, right, a slingshot!
I frantically searched my pockets, only to find that I hadn't brought the grass slingshot that I had made into a necklace.
"Little girl, Uncle... Uncle forgot to bring it. I'm sorry, Uncle will get it for you later, okay?"
I was somewhat afraid to look directly into her eyes, which were gradually turning disappointed.
"It's okay, bad uncle!"
The little girl forced a smile and looked at me with her big, watery eyes.
"I know the bad uncle will definitely fix it for me, because the bad uncle never lies to Duoduo."
The little girl's voice grew weaker and weaker, and her body grew colder, thinner, and lighter.
I sniffed, trying to make my voice sound steady, and asked softly, "Little girl, is your name Duoduo?"
The little girl's previously dim eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded happily, but her voice grew softer and softer, carrying a hint of undisguised loneliness.
"Yes, this is the name my grandma gave me, but..."
At this point, she suddenly choked up, her small body trembling slightly: "But I don't have a surname. Grandma said that only those with a surname are human, but Duoduo is just a paper doll!"
Upon hearing this, my heart clenched, and tears welled up uncontrollably.
I hugged her tightly: "No, Duoduo has a surname, and Uncle's surname is Chen. How about Duoduo takes Uncle's surname? From now on, you are Chen Duoduo, the one and only Chen Duoduo!"
"Chen Duoduo?"
The little girl looked up, her eyes glistening with tears, yet also with a hint of expectation.
I nodded vigorously and repeated firmly, "Yes, Chen Duoduo!"
"You mean bad uncle, the name you gave me is awful, but Duoduo likes it!"
The little girl stopped crying and started laughing. Her face was still covered with glistening tears, but her smile was exceptionally bright.
Full of anticipation, she asked, "Bad uncle, is Duoduo a person now?"
"Yes! Duoduo has always been a person, a very pretty little girl, even prettier and cuter than those little stars."
Although she is just a thin piece of paper, in my heart, she is already a vibrant life.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
