He came from the system to save childhood

Zeng Li took her little daughter to the hospital, leaving only the little one at home. The little one stood alone in the room for a long time, and looked very abnormal.

(Woo woo woo, are you disappointed?)

(Why does my heart tighten when I see my baby standing there motionless? My right eyelid is twitching, please don’t let anything happen to you!)

(Why don’t you let the kid read the comments! I really want to tell him that mommy doesn’t hate him, mommy is just worried!)

At this time, the barrage was still rolling, and the kid in the room suddenly moved, with a blank look in his eyes, which made people frightened. That was not an expression a normal kid would show.

The little boy's expression was just like his previous paintings, lonely and desolate, like an abyss that would lead to eternal damnation. At this moment, the little boy seemed about to step into the abyss and never peek into the vague happiness again.

Everyone has a sense of gap. The more sensitive a person is, the greater the sense of gap will be. They cannot accept other people's hot and cold attitude towards them, let alone a child who is like a dead tree that comes back to life but is defeated by the spring breeze?

He seems sensible, but he cannot understand all of his parents' emotions. He will also be hurt by sharp words. His heart is so small that he cannot withstand so much emotional outburst from adults.

Eventually on the brink of collapse.

The little boy walked slowly to the kitchen. There was no nanny at home at that time, and there was no one to look after the little child. The little boy was ignored by the nanny when his parents were not around, so he often came to the kitchen.

Know exactly where the kitchen knives are.

There was a fruit knife, a small one that was just right for a child to hold in his hand, but it was very sharp and just one scratch on it and this vibrant life might disappear from the world.

(!!!! Help! Call the police! Is there anyone who can save him?)

(Wuwuwu, baby, don’t move, don’t be impulsive! Your mother loves you! She was just impulsive!)

(What should I do? Who can save him? He finally got his parents’ love, why did he have to do this?)

When people see the demise of life, except for those who are cold-hearted and desperate, all that is left is helplessness. They do not have the abilities of Bodhisattvas, but cannot bear to see suffering. They cannot save all living beings, but always want to help.

When the knife touched the child's tender skin and the skin was cut, the little boy only needed to use more force and maybe he would die, or maybe not, but little Heqi would not let himself die.

He knew very well that as long as the aorta was not scratched, he would do it gently. He did not want to leave any scars on the original owner's body, because Mao Qiuqiu said that although the appearance was his, the body was not.

I don’t know why I understand so much, I just think he is naturally smart.

Just as the little cub was about to cut hard, a few drops of blood appeared.

[Ahhhhhh!!! Qiqi, slow down! He Xian is already at the door! ]

When Xiao Heqi was staying in his sister's bedroom in a daze, he notified Mao Qiuqiu to help watch the show. This play needed an audience.

The little boy paused, and He Xian's figure appeared in his field of vision.

Originally, He Xian had gone out to do some work, and the kindergarten matter had not yet come to an end. Almost as soon as he finished it, he felt very panicked. He did not care about anything else and drove home quickly. On the way, he received a call from the director, who said that the little guy was in a bad mood.

He drove back in a hurry and went straight to the kitchen as soon as he entered the villa. The scene inside was so dazzling that He Xian's pupils shrank sharply and his vision became a little dark. On the way, the director briefly told him the ins and outs of the matter.

He Xian tried hard to calm himself and be as gentle as possible, but it was difficult to maintain a forced smile.

"Xiaoqi, put it down first. Put down the knife in your hand. Be good. This time it's mom's fault. Mom loves you too. So do I. You can't give up on yourself... Do you understand, Xiaoqi?"

There had never been a time when He Xian shed tears so sincerely. It was not to follow the script, but because of the fragile child in front of him. Even his voice of comfort became choked with sobs.

The little boy seemed stunned when he heard his father's voice. Then the knife was firmly against his wrist again. The little boy raised his face, and that cute face became dull and weak.

Just one look at it makes one feel infinitely sad.

The little cub seemed very sad, and his voice was trembling.

"I'm sorry, Dad... I'm not a good child... I know, I know Mom and Dad have a hard time, but what should I do? What should I do, Dad?! I can't control myself, oooh... I always get sad because of the smallest things, I'm not strong at all, and I can't be a warrior... What should I do..."

Every word the little boy says is full of gems. He understands his parents' hard work, but his mental illness has made him no longer strong. He is in pain and powerless, but unable to communicate with the outside world. He lives a lonely, sensitive and even endurable life.

He has never been the warrior his father talked about. Injections are painful, but he doesn't want to make his parents worry. He feels sad and wronged when he is not loved, but he cannot open his mouth. He cannot explain himself clearly no matter how hard he tries. His words are no longer controlled by his brain.

Children with autism cannot communicate normally with the outside world.

Unable to speak complete words, he was met with ignorance and blame. He had no friends in kindergarten, but this little kid understood a lot. He knew clearly that he was being ignored and that he was not being cared for.

The painful questions left a drop of blood on He Xian's clenched fists. It was an outlet for the extreme sadness, and his nails had sunk deeply into his palms.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry Xiaoqi, it's all Daddy's fault. Can you hit Daddy? Don't hurt yourself... Daddy begs you, please give Daddy one more chance, okay? This is the last time, please don't leave Daddy, okay?"

Any words were powerless at this moment, He Xian could only pray to God and the child in front of him who was caught in an emotional vortex.

Zeng Li, who was in the hospital at this time, rushed back in a hurry. She came back by ambulance, so there was no traffic jam on the road. As soon as she stepped into the villa, Zeng Li felt cold hands and feet.

She was watching the live broadcast the whole time, watching her child who was pushed to the end.

Just looking at her made her feel endless pain beating in her heart. The doctor had clearly said before that Xiaoqi seemed to have mental problems, but she was unwilling to accept it. Besides, Xiaozizi looked normal recently, so she was lucky.

All this luck comes at a price.

Zeng Li's steps were heavy, but she couldn't care less. She felt a little dizzy, but she suddenly woke up when she saw the little boy. At that moment, Zeng Li didn't know why she moved so quickly.

All she knew was that by the time she came to her senses, the kid had been rescued. The knife only left a scratch on his body, but she herself had a bloody scratch on her arm due to the robbery. The scratch looked quite deep, but she didn't care anymore.