He came from the system to save childhood

The little cub didn't know where he got the strength from, he picked up He's mother's arm and bit it, and he even tasted blood in his mouth.

He's mother screamed in pain, and it was this cry that stopped He's father in his tracks.

"Fuck! What are you doing, little brat? You even bite your mother? I think you have been led astray!"

It seems that in their mouths, no matter what the little guy does, it is wrong and nothing is right. But is he really the one who is wrong?

He's father slapped the kid, and the kid loosened his mouth in pain. Now He's mother also went crazy.

"Ahhh! You even bite your own mother? Husband, I think he has really been led astray! He wrote a crappy diary full of our faults, how could I have given birth to such an ungrateful child!"

These words were spoken with anger, but they felt piercingly cold to the little boy's ears. Why did the words of his parents hurt him so much? It hurt more than the wounds on his body.

The little boy's body was shaking, and he looked straight into He's mother's eyes with red eyes. Even though he had been beaten and felt lonely, the little boy never blamed his parents. He just felt that he was not good enough and could not get good grades.

He even thought about whether his parents' lives would be much better if he didn't exist and didn't need to support him. Was he the redundant one?

But he ate very little now. He had cold eggs every morning and studied intensively despite being hungry. At noon when all the kids went to the cafeteria to eat, he only dared to eat steamed buns in the classroom, or the small bread he brought from home that his parents didn't eat.

He never complained, but just secretly wrote in his diary that it would be great if he could go to the cafeteria to eat like other children in the future.

Those were the little boy’s wishes. He knew they would not come true, but he wanted to write them down, just like making a wish. That diary was his wish book.

He never thought that these wish-like words were actually complaints and hatred in the eyes of his parents.

Now he really felt some hatred. He was now a bad boy. He could not continue to selflessly forgive his parents. He even... didn't want them anymore.

The test paper that I scribbled over and gave to my parents as a cheat can no longer fool myself.

He's mother was frightened by the look of the little cub. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked at her with real resentment. At this moment, she actually felt a little scared and terrified, and always felt as if she was going to lose something.

But these emotions were quickly replaced by anger.

The little cub said softly: "I am an ungrateful wolf? Then what are you?"

The little boy's face was very calm. He no longer had the pleading look he had before. He would look at his parents eagerly, hoping that they would pay more attention to him. Now he looked so calm that it was a little frightening.

But parental authority cannot be challenged, and mediocre parents feel they have absolute power over their children.

He's father roared, "What? I can't say anything to you? You even dare to bite your mother now, and you still dare to refute? If you are not an ungrateful wolf, what are you?"

"Then why did you give birth to me? Why did you give birth to me?!"

The little boy questioned with red eyes, his voice gradually getting heavier. He was so young, how could he control his emotions? His disappointment with his parents made him unable to even shed tears.

This question seemed to bring out the little boy's resentment. He didn't want to blame his parents, but he couldn't help it now. He was about to collapse.

"Did you give birth to me just to save your face? You obviously didn't have to give birth to me! No matter how hard I try, I can't meet your requirements. You force me and coerce me. Isn't that enough?!"

The little boy is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very smart. Isn't a smart child what He's father wants? But the smarter the child, the clearer he sees. It's just that the little boy wants to deceive himself.

"Do we owe you anything? How have we done you a disservice by providing you with food and drink?"

Mother He's voice was choked with sobs. Seeing his mother's tears, the little boy swallowed the grievance in his mouth and felt a little helpless.

As if she felt she had the upper hand, He's mother began to complain wildly.

"Aren't we working more than ten hours a day just for you? Aren't those tutoring classes you spent money on? What did we do wrong?"

She stood on the moral high ground and desperately accused a nine-year-old child.

When Mr. He saw Ms. He crying, he instantly became angry.

"I think he was led astray! There weren't so many problems in the past? The person in this diary is just a pest!"

The little boy watched helplessly as his father tore up the diary that contained all his happiness and unhappiness. There were many of his wishes in the diary, such as wanting to have enough food, wanting to go to the amusement park, wanting to make a friend, and wanting his parents to love him...

These wishes were torn into pieces bit by bit by He's father, and then scattered on the ground, shattered and torn, and gradually disappeared in front of the little boy's eyes.

At that moment, it seemed that my love for my parents was also torn apart, completely torn apart, with no room for repair. The numbness I once had brought some expectations.

Even if the little boy is beaten, he will still look forward to the sweet treats from his father. He will forgive his parents countless times, but only this time.

The little boy couldn't cry anymore, and his crying mother seemed unable to make him sad. He couldn't tell what he felt, and the pervasive disappointment paralyzed him. After tearing up the diary, Father He rushed towards the little boy.

Falling to the ground, the little boy's eyes were fixed on the fragments scattered on the ground. The pain in his body and his heart were numb, and even He's father's furious beating became boring.

Because the kid didn't say a word, and didn't even cry out in pain, only a small groan, and his eyes were bloodshot and staring, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit, so Father He didn't dare to continue.

Sadism without cries of pain would wear out the interest of the violent perpetrator. The little kid was locked in the room, and the old door was locked with an old lock.

"Reflect on your behavior in there. I'll send you to school tomorrow. You'd better watch your mouth and don't say anything nonsense!"

He's father's warning voice was clear through the non-soundproof door.

The paint on the walls of the small room had peeled off, and the wooden furniture had a rotten smell, just like a baby that could rot and disappear at any time. The parents outside the door seemed to carry a foul smell.

This home, no, it can no longer be called a home. The couple who love to show off, the people who are obsessed with grasping parental rights, they cannot control their own careers, they cannot control their own lives. The only thing they can control is the fate of their children.

They don't want to see their children rebel, and hope that their children can be obedient robots that grow up according to the program, a perfect robot that is never pleasing to the eye.