As the days went by, he became increasingly depressed.
He doesn't like to talk to others, his communication skills are getting worse and worse, and his hostility towards the world is getting deeper and deeper.
In the end, it was his sister who realized something was wrong, and she and her mother stayed with him, enlightened him, taught him how to speak and recognize some simple words, and this allowed him to recover a little.
I just didn't expect that not long after such a day, that thing happened.
That day was Sunday, his birthday. Originally, his mother and sister had promised him that they would secretly take him, who had never been to an amusement park, to play in an amusement park.
But my mother was temporarily asked by the owner of the store where she worked to work overtime, and my sister was also invited by a classmate, so she couldn't go.
He had been looking forward to it for a long time and was very angry at the time. In a fit of anger, he took some money and ran out secretly.
In his memory, it was the first time he went out. He was full of novelty about the world. He even took a keen interest in the ornamental stones on the roadside.
After watching and playing, he soon lost his way.
But he didn't worry much at the time.
Because he believed that his mother and sister would definitely come to him.
In this way, he walked a lot, saw a lot of places, and even went to the amusement park for a long time.
It wasn't until the amusement park was closed and it was getting dark that we walked back.
He just lost his way and couldn't find his way home after walking for a long time.
Tired from walking, he finally fell asleep beside a bush in a small park.
It wasn't until the next day that he, who was very hungry, got on the bus home with the help of a kind person.
However, when he returned home, his home was surrounded by a large number of police officers.
He was confused at that time.
Although he has never read a book and no one has taught him what death is, he knows that his mother and sister have left him and will never come back.
He didn't shed tears at that time, nor was he too sad, but he just felt a little reluctant.
Later, he realized that the things that made him reluctant to let go, the things that made him miss, were called warmth.
It's just that kind of warmth that he never encountered again in his later days.
Whether it was during the wandering days or in Orphanage and school.
In addition to being reluctant to give up, he was actually a little confused.
He even had a ridiculous thought, whether his mother and sister thought he was a burden and that's why they didn't want him.
At that time, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to do, he was at a loss.
When he picked it up from the trash with some blood stains on it, his mother carefully prepared it for him as an eighth birthday gift, a Little Vajra.
When he saw the brand-new reading book that his sister had prepared for him, he realized that they didn't want him.
Later, he vaguely heard from several neighbor old ladies that his mother and sister did not actually commit suicide, but were brutally murdered. Only then did he finally know what he should do.
After wandering outside for a while with Little King Kong and the set of little books, he gradually came up with a plan.
Even though he hasn't read a book, doesn't know many words, and doesn't like to talk. He learned many things from the small TV at home, but his mind is not stupid.
At the scene of a car accident, he was mistaken for the child Li Jingtai whose parents had fallen into the river and died when the bus burned and exploded. He took advantage of the situation and took on the identity of Li Jingtai.