I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Spring is here and the flowers are blooming and the sun is shining brightly.

On the side of a busy street.

A gentle woman with a bruised face and a piece of tape on her forehead.

I used the remaining fifteen dollars and bought a blue cat-shaped one.

"Baby, take this and wait for your mother to come back."

Put it in the hands of a six-year-old child and touch his head.

The little boy has fair and tender skin and baby fat on his face.

When she turned around, he pulled the corner of her clothes and said, "Mom, don't go."

"Mom, go comfort Dad. Once he calms down, we can go home."

The woman bent down and explained to him softly.

The little boy shook his head and said, "Dad often beats us, so we won't go back."

Despite this, there was not a single scratch on his body.

It’s not that he wasn’t beaten, it’s just that his mother always protected him well.

Hearing this again, the woman's gentle face became distorted.

The fingers gripping his shoulders were so strong that they almost pierced his flesh. "How many times have I told you that Daddy hits us because he loves us? We made him unhappy. Otherwise, why wouldn't he hit others?"

"No, Fangfang's father is not like that. He is very nice to Fangfang and Aunt Luo." The little boy said what he saw.

The woman interrupted rudely, "That's enough! Dad is just in a bad mood. We have to accompany him through this difficult time. As long as we stay by his side and never leave him, one day, he will treat us well."

The little boy was startled, and his whole body was filled with resistance.

"If you don't believe me, then I don't want you anymore." The woman pushed him away.

The little boy was afraid of being abandoned, so he quickly hugged her and said, "Don't abandon me, I believe you and I will listen to you."

His mother was the only person who was kind to him.

She will protect him and tell him the story of Little Rose and the Little Prince.

The woman's expression softened. She touched his forehead and held him tightly in her arms with all her might. "You'll understand mom when you find someone you like in the future."

After doing all this, she pried open his fingers one by one and smiled slightly, "Mom will be back soon."

The little boy waited there, and passers-by looked at him strangely.

He tried his best to ignore the fear and pretend not to see those scary looks.

Even when someone approached him, he didn't say a word.

I held it tightly, my stomach growling, but I couldn't bear to take a single bite.

Wait for mom to come back and eat with her.

He kept telling himself.

"oops!"

Just then, a delicate and pretty child ran over, didn't pay attention to the road, bumped into him, and almost fell down.

The little boy protected what he had in his hand, fearing that it would break.

"You're blocking the way, get out of the way."

The little kid was the first to complain, with his hands on his hips, looking up at the little boy who was half a head taller than him.

The little boy moved aside silently, still without saying a word.

The child was going to refuse to give in, but after seeing what was in his hand, he changed his mind.

He likes sweet food the most, but his mother always forbids him from eating it, saying that eating too much sugar will cause cavities.

But now no one sees it.

"Little brother, how old are you?"

A sweet smile appeared on her face, and the child called out sweetly.

The little boy turned a deaf ear.

"Then what's your name?"

The little boy didn't look at him at all.

"Talk to me."

The little boy frowned, so noisy.

"Are you dumb?"

The child jumped three feet high, blocking his view.

The little boy turned around, completely ignoring him as air.

The child clenched his fists in anger.

Morning to noon, noon to evening.

The little boy was so tired that he fell asleep on a bench by the street.

In a daze, cold liquid dripped onto his lips.

He licked it and it tasted salty.

I slowly opened my eyes and found myself being held in a soft body.

"Brother, don't die, I don't want you anymore!"

Seeing him wake up, the child cried like a little cat and stuffed the food he had been holding without taking a bite back into his hand.

The little boy looked at the darkening sky, which was replaced by the illuminated street lights, and cried loudly, "Mom, Mom doesn't want me anymore..."

The child hurried to wipe his tears, "Brother, don't cry, don't cry."

"Mom, I want mom..."

The little boy didn't care about what was in his hand, let it fall to the ground, and walked towards the direction where his mother disappeared.

The child was also scared to death. There were not many people on the road at that time, so they hugged him tightly and wouldn't let him go.

"Brother, don't go." In desperation, the child blurted out, "She doesn't want you, but I do. You follow me from now on, and I'll protect you. We'll be together forever, never apart."

The little boy was stunned.

After realizing what was happening, he struggled violently, "Adults are all liars, I don't believe them!"

"I'm not an adult. We children are the most innocent. We don't lie." The child raised his pinky finger to him. "Let's make a pinky promise. The one who lies will swallow a thousand needles."

The little boy looked around blankly. Occasionally there were passers-by around, but he would not stop for anyone.

Cars come and go, and no one cares about anyone.

Looking at the child in front of him, only his eyes reflected his appearance completely.

"Why don't you go home?" the little boy suddenly asked.

The child touched his nose guiltily, and finally confessed honestly, "I, I'm worried about you. I'm afraid you're not safe here alone. I'm afraid you'll cry. If you cry, I'll be soft-hearted, and if I'm soft-hearted, I won't be able to leave."

He was most afraid of others crying, and just like his brother who was four years younger, there was nothing he could do.

"Are you telling the truth?" the little boy asked.

The child patted his chest and said, "Of course it's true. My family is rich and can support ten of you."

"Then, what if you don't want me anymore in the future?" The little boy was unusually persistent on this question.

The child thought without hesitation, "If I don't want you, you can cry until my heart softens. If that doesn't work, you can kill me and die with me. We will be buried together and never be apart for the rest of our lives."

Every time someone says this on TV, it always comes true.

The little boy looked at him deeply, the child meeting his gaze fearlessly.

The little boy looked around but still couldn't see his mother.

So I shook hands with him and stamped my agreement.

At this moment, he made a decision: if his mother didn't want him, then he didn't want her either.

He found his little rose and he wanted to pour all his love on him.

He will treat him very well, just like his mother treats his father, no matter what happens, he will be tolerant, understanding, patient and accompany him.

If it's him, it doesn't matter what happens. I just hope that he doesn't abandon him and has a place for him in his heart. It's not too much to ask.

The child held his hand and walked along the rows of street lights, picking up things from the ground and taking a bite, no matter whether they were dirty or not.

"My name is Ye Zhao, remember this name,"

"Ye Zhao, Ye Zhao." The little boy called his name over and over again.

The child held his hand tightly and said, "My closest people call me Zhao Zhao, you can call me that too."

"Zhao Zhao." The little boy changed his words while silently engraving this name in his heart.

Xiao Yezhao nodded obediently, "Wait here for me, I'll go call my grandfather."

He pointed to a small shop not far away.

The little boy was a little uneasy, "But..."

"It's okay, wait for me outside, it will be quick." Xiao Yezhao took out fifty yuan from his pocket and ran in quickly.

The little boy stared intently inside, afraid that someone would disappear if he wasn't careful. He didn't notice that a shadow was stretching infinitely and approaching behind him...