He came from the system to save childhood

The little cub wiped the blood that was about to flow into his eyes, lowered his head and stared silently at the place where the seeds were buried. The water... was spilled.

The blood on your hands cannot be wasted...

The little cub wiped the blood from his forehead, dropped a few drops on the seeds, and pursed his lips.

Will mom be happy that he didn’t fight back this time?

The little cub walked home very quietly all the way. Everyone who passed by looked at him with fear or disgust, but no one was willing to lend a helping hand.

In a place like this, some small things can spread from one person to ten and from ten to a hundred. Everyone knows that this kid's family is unlucky, and his mother might even be a promiscuous person, so no one wants to be involved.

This is human nature.

The wound on the head was not that serious and did not hit any vital parts, but the bleeding was a bit excessive. By the time the little guy returned home, the bleeding had stopped.

The little cub has a strong healing ability, which is inherited from his genes. The original owner relied on his powerful healing ability to fight two people at school alone. Anyone who speaks ill of his mother will have a piece of flesh bitten off by the little cub.

Like a mad dog.

[Qiqi, this looks so scary! Do we have to follow the original owner's path? Since we have replaced the original owner, why don't we help him become a good person? Wouldn't that make his mother happy? ]

Maoqiuqiu covered his eyes in fear. Although Qiqi would also be injured in the previous world, the current Qiqi was a little scary. He always felt cold all over and had an indescribable madness.

Xiao Heqi felt a little helpless.

"Didn't Maoqiuqiu say that we can't be OOC? Oh, don't worry! I can change, believe me!"

Maoqiuqiu nodded, still a little scared.

The little boy has a very silent temperament and only speaks a few words in front of his mother. He is even more silent and empty when he is alone at home. He climbs onto the sofa and turns on the old TV. There is a rustling sound and it takes a long time before the picture appears.

It was a cartoon. The little boy couldn't read yet, so he couldn't understand it. He could only hear the sounds. As for the preschool books his mother bought for him, the little boy didn't understand them.

Because his mother didn't care whether he studied well or was willing to study, this was the beginning of gradually giving up, but no one noticed it yet.

I don’t know how long I sat there, so long that the little guy slowly fell asleep from his daze. The monotonous life almost drowned me.

And the quieter, more monotonous and even noiseless the life is, the deeper the swamp of collapse will be.

This is why people need to watch movies and TV series, visit stores, take photos, record their lives, travel around, or learn to find the meaning of life.

The sky outside was getting darker and darker. There were more noises in the old neighborhood and the aroma of cooking from each family lingered for a long time. Only the little boy's home was dark, as if no one was there.

I don’t know how long it had been before tired footsteps were heard on the stairs again. The sound of unlocking a door woke up the sleeping little kid. Maybe because of the wound, his head felt a little dizzy, and it took him a while to see things clearly.

The first action after waking up is to welcome his owner home like a puppy.

"mom!"

The little cub's voice was a little hoarse because he had just woken up, but he was full of dependence, but all he got was a perfunctory response.

The voice-controlled light on the stairs, which had been in use for who knows how long, had already started to sway and stop working, so He's mother did not immediately notice the wound on the baby's forehead.

It was not until the dim light in the living room was turned on that I noticed the dark red blood on the little boy's head and his tired and bloodshot eyes suddenly contracted.

His arms were shaking but he pinched the little boy's shoulders with some crazy force.

"Who did this?!"

The little cub was pinched and it felt painful. He couldn't help but shrink back, and his voice was choked with sobs.

"Yes, it was yesterday..."

"You fought with them again?! Didn't I tell you not to fight? Why did you insist on provoking them?! Do you think I have it too easy? Do you want to destroy me?!"

Mother He screamed and let go of the little cub who was in pain, and instead grabbed her own hair. Her once beautiful hair was now a mess, and there were some pits and bumps on her scalp, leaving only the blood-red scalp.

The little boy opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. Didn't his mother say... that he was not allowed to fight back? He didn't provoke them...

"What do you want? Tell me what you want!"

The two consecutive questions brought the little boy back to his senses, and he quickly waved his hands.

"No, mom, I didn't go looking for them, they came looking for me, and I didn't fight back!"

This time he explained it clearly, but He's mother was a little dazed. Her mind was confused and she didn't know what she was thinking. Just because she said she wouldn't fight back, her son was really beaten like this?

She felt powerless and in pain, but most of all, she was devastated.

She didn't know what to do, so she squatted down slowly with her head in her hands, muttering to herself with a dull look in her eyes.

"What should I do? What do I want?"

The little cub squatted down like his mother and asked helplessly.

"Is mom still unhappy? But haven't I done what mom asked? Why is mom unhappy?"

The little kid who had only lived in this world for five years didn't understand the thoughts of adults, and had no idea how cruel the words he was saying now were to his mother.

Yes, I did exactly what she said, so why did she feel more miserable?

She looked with bloodshot eyes at the little cub squatting there obediently but with blood all over his face. Suddenly, she felt that even the innocent expression of this child made her feel cruel.

"Are you saying this to make me feel guilty?"

He's mother knew that it was wrong to say that, but she could not control her emotions. She needed an outlet so badly that she directed her hurtful words at the little kid first.

"mom, Mom, Mom……"

The little cub's eyes were filled with mist, and he was like a mournful bird, just calling softly for his mother.

Mother He took a deep breath and pinched her palm hard until the blood flowed down her fingertips. Only then did she feel a little more stable. With a grim look on her face, she picked up the baby and went to a nearby clinic.

The little cub was a little flattered, but his mother's cold words quickly blew away that bit of warmth.

"I don't have the ability to protect you, so you should be sensible."

Even if she took her child to find the parents of those children now, she would not get any benefit. She was a woman, an orphan and a widow with a child. She was outnumbered and those people could find any excuse to get rid of her. She didn't know what to do.

But she didn't want her child to be beaten like this, so she threw the problem to the child.

She couldn't protect the child, so she hoped that the child would know his limits, to hit when he should be hit, and to endure when he shouldn't be hit. This was the only thing she could teach her child.

But these words have a different meaning to the ears of the little cub who has always been dependent on his mother.