He came from the system to save childhood

"I want to eat meat, hurry up, I have to go out for a drink today, did that bitch leave me any money?"

Whenever He's father spoke, the little boy would tremble subconsciously. This was a physical habit developed from years of beatings. He replied hesitantly, "I don't know."

After all, He's mother was afraid that her child would steal money, so she never told him where the money was kept at home.

It seemed that because he had vented his anger yesterday, Mr. He did not make things difficult for the kid today. He just rummaged around the house mumbling something. There was no furniture left in the house.

Money was naturally easy to find, and my mother never hid any money, allowing my father to go out drinking and gambling.

The little boy made all his movements very quietly, even his breathing was light, for fear of being noticed and beaten.

The kid knows how to use the kitchen utensils. If he doesn’t know how to use them, he will just starve.

A little bit of oil was put in the pot. The oil sold outside was very expensive. Once, the kid put too much in by accident and was yelled at by his mother. But it was obvious that his father always took hundreds of dollars to gamble and nothing happened.

Although only a little bit of oil was added, the smell of meat seemed to intentionally penetrate into the little boy's nose. He didn't know how long it had been since he had eaten meat.

Only my father is worthy of eating the meat in the house.

He fried a small piece of meat, an egg, and some steamed buns. The kid brought the food to his father He and watched him wolf down the breakfast. His stomach couldn't help but growling.

But Mr. He acted as if he couldn't hear anything. He finished his meal, threw the plate away, took the money and left.

The door slammed so loudly that the neighbor next door yelled in dissatisfaction, but only got scolded by He's father.

After He's father left, the air became quiet. The little boy stared at the little bit of oil left on the plate and couldn't help swallowing.

There was still half a steamed bun in the pot, and the little boy had his breakfast with that little bit of oil and water. Even though the heated steamed bun was soft, the little boy had no idea how many years he had been eating it. However, being able to eat food was enough to make him happy.

The wounds on his body were still very painful. When no one was at home, the little cub secretly went to his mother's room, where there was a medicine box. The little cub would steal some every time.

But he didn't dare use too much because his mother would find out. She said the medicine was expensive and he didn't deserve it, and that the child was in good health and would recover soon.

But it is very painful when the medicine is spilled on the body. The little kid only vaguely knows the uses of these medicines. The dark-colored ones are the best. Although they are painful to apply, they are effective quickly.

After using it, the little one put it back to its original position and then went out to clean up the living room.

He is like a pet in this family. When he is in a good mood, he is given a candy. When he is in a bad mood, he is given a beating. Everything that was smashed to pieces yesterday because of his father drinking has to be cleaned up by the little cub.

Everything in the house was shattered at night, and roars and screams became the symphony of the night.

The broken glass on the ground flashed coldly, and might leave a bloody mark on your hand if you were not careful. But if you didn't clean it up, all you would get is scolding from your mother and beatings from your father.

No one thought that this was a job that a nine-year-old shouldn't be doing.

That's why the little cub has a thin layer of calluses on his hands, and there are wounds that seem to be covered with patches, which look particularly out of place on his skinny and lonely hands.

Usually at this time, after cleaning up all the places in the house, the little guy would go back to lie down in the rotten quilt and stare blankly in the empty place.

It seems that only pain can bring a ripple to the empty life, so the little guy is afraid of his father and also tries to please him. He is a contradiction, wanting to stay away but also longing to be hugged.

But today no one would give the little cub a chance to be alone. The knocking sounds outside the door almost pierced people's eardrums and made their heads buzz.

Occasionally, a neighbor wanted to come out to give a reminder, but when they saw those burly men in black suits and tattoos with big arms and waists, they all went home in disappointment.

The little cub hugged himself in fear.

"Fuck it! Open the door! Where the hell is that stupid bastard? Has he paid back the money he owed?!"

He recognized the voices at the door. They were here to collect debts. Didn't Mom give Dad money? Why did Dad go to them to borrow money again?

No wonder Dad went out in such a hurry in the morning. He thought he could avoid being insulted or beaten, but it turned out to be just a fantasy.

The little boy was so anxious that he almost cried. The group of people outside beat people without mercy. The little boy had no idea how much suffering he had endured at their hands.

When they can't find their dad, they take their anger out on the cubs, who are just as afraid of them as they are of their dad.

Fear made his teeth chatter. The wound he had been scratched by yesterday was opened again by the little cub, but he seemed to feel no pain, or rather, pain was the only proof that he was still alive in this world.

He was almost addicted to pain. Because of his family's long-term oppression and his gradual numbness due to long-term emotional abuse, pain became a substitute for being loved.

"Fuck! If that idiot isn't at home, his son must be. I'm so annoyed today. Why is he pretending to be rich when he has no money? I'm so angry! Kick the door!"

Those sounds were clearly transmitted to the little boy's ears. Although he loved pain, he was also afraid of pain. He tried to hide everywhere, but found that the house was empty and there was no place for him to hide.

He was exposed, with nowhere to hide, and could only numbly wait to be beaten and bullied, without any ability to resist. This was the life his family brought him.

The door had been kicked open countless times and had long since collapsed under the weight of the impacts. The little boy opened the crack of the bedroom door, his pupils shrinking in fear, and he spied on humans' movements like a dark mouse.

I was afraid that I would become a dead mouse in the next second.

He watched helplessly as the lock on the door trembled and fell down, the door was broken open, and those tall figures walked in angrily, smashing everything they touched.

Just like He's father who came home with a red face and a green wine bottle last night, fear almost devoured the little boy's reason. At that moment, he even wanted to jump out of the window without a guardrail.

But he also feared death.

So he sat motionless on the ground, his mind was confused, and his body didn't know what instructions to follow, so his arms were soon grabbed, and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

It hit the hard wall head-on, the light in front of my eyes was blocked, leaving only a shadow.

Several people gathered around, and the little cub looked so fragile and pitiful among them.

"Where's your dad?"

The little boy shook his head, his eyes full of tears of fear, and he fell to the ground with a plop. He didn't know, he really didn't know anything...

"Tsk, I'm so fucking annoyed. Is that stupid bastard sick? Does he really think we can't catch him? He keeps a kid as a shield every day! It's really annoying..."

The little boy closed his eyes. He knew what he would face next, so he didn't dare to open his eyes...