Zhao Yuanle pulled the old man and walked to the other side.

She asked Yi Li: "Can we discuss it privately?"

Yi Li nodded.

"as you like."

Zhao Sancheng supported the old man, Zhao Dacheng and Zhao Yuanle walked to the empty space.

Zhao Yuanle looked at the old man.

"Tell me, what's going on with your son."

The old man sighed.

"He's just a debt collection."

Zhao Dacheng was curious: "Is it because I spoiled him like this because I was old and spoiled him so much?"

The old man shook his head quickly.

"No, it's not like that. You don't believe it, but some children are born to collect debts and have that kind of temperament."

Under the gaze of several people, the old man looked helpless and finally talked about his son.

"My wife and I don't actually live there.

We lived with the people in the village before, and after many years, we have been very harmonious.

It can be said that my wife and I have never done anything unconscience-free.

We only have good deeds. We help others when we see people who want to help, and we don’t lie, we don’t greedy for small gains, and we have to give two money when we encounter people who want to talk to us.

But she and I have never had a baby.

No matter how many doctors you see or how much medicine you take, you will have no children.

Originally, I thought I had no life, but I didn’t know that one day, my wife would become pregnant.”

Speaking of this, the old man held his forehead with pain on his face.

"I thought God opened his eyes, but in the end, he was here to torture me."

He then talked about his son's childhood.

"At the beginning, my wife got pregnant and didn't feel uncomfortable. We thought this kid must be obedient.

After this baby was born, he was really good. He had never had a fuss during the confinement period. He cried a few times when he was hungry and went to bed after eating milk.

At that time, I thought that this was the good son God gave me."

He recalled everything before and frowned.

"He is very smart, speaks faster than children of his age and walks faster, but he will say, but he won't say much.

And since he's been enjoying those good-looking things since a few months.

The couple didn't take it seriously at the time, just thinking that it's normal for a little kid to like good-looking things.

I also specially made some flowers for him, such as flowery clothes, shoes, and bracelets.

But when he grows older, we find something is wrong.”

Zhao Dacheng asked: "He doesn't like flowery clothes anymore?"

The old man shook his head.

"His things are all by his side, and no one is allowed to be touched, I am not allowed to touch, nor is his mother not allowed to touch.

Other little kids are not allowed to be touched.

Once, I took a rattle to play with other kids. He didn't say anything or cry, rushed over and bit me fiercely.

He was so small that he bit my fingers through the flesh and never let go. He was slapped a few times and bit his mother tighter, his eyes were just like that…”

He couldn't describe the feeling at that time, but he only knew that it was not like the look of a child. After so many years, when I recall it, I felt that my hands were stinging.

After hearing these words, Zhao Dacheng touched his chin and expressed his point of view.

"It's just...the personality is rather paranoid."

The old man shook his head.

“It’s not like that.

I found that he had no heart.”

Zhao Dacheng: "Ah!"

The old man had a very solemn expression, and he felt that he had found a suitable adjective.

"He has no heart, he seems to be only himself.

Since he grew up, we found that he never cared about other people, me, his mother, or others.

He eats when he is hungry, sleeps when he wants to sleep, and never cries when he falls.

Only when you encounter something he thinks is good-looking and what he wants, you have to get it.

Because of this, he pushed other kids in the yard into the river and wanted to snatch the things in his hands.

If someone else has a good-looking dog in his house, he wants to lock it into his own house. If someone else has other good-looking things, he will snatch it."

The other people were very confused when they heard this.

Zhao Dacheng: "Why is he so kind? He has to teach him and reason with him."

The old man: "He doesn't listen! He doesn't listen to any reason. I haven't beaten him, but he doesn't want to let go even if he gets something. As long as no one pulls him, he will rush over and grab the things back."

Zhao Dacheng: "Is it good to grow up?"

When the old man heard this, he almost burst into tears.

“He was a little bit normal when he was young, but when he grew up, he knew he was going to be thinking.

I remember that at that time, there was something at the house next door. He fell in love with it, but he refused to give it to him.

He pretended to play with the little kid, then tricked him into a place where no one was, pushed the person down the slope, and took the thing away.

That little kid almost fell to death.

We lost a lot of money and moved."

Zhao Sancheng suddenly realized.

"Oh, so you moved to that place where there was no one."

The old man nodded.

“After moving there, it was better at first.

But later, my wife and I discovered that he was really heartless.

He only knew what he was going to do, he didn't care about anyone else, me and his mother.

Once I fell down and was in pain on the ground. I called him, but he didn't respond to me, he only did his own.

Another time, his mother injured her hand when she cut meat and shed a lot of blood. He was right next to her and didn't react at all when she saw the blood. Then he cut meat, stir-fry and eat by himself, and didn't care whether we were looking for cloth and medicinal wine next to her."

There are so many things that the old man talks about.

His tone was trembling.

"The more he grows, the more strange he is. I dare not let him go out to meet people, but I can't stop him from behind.

His mother wanted to stop him, but he pushed him aside and broke his knee. He cried next to him, but he didn't even look at him.

Later, he went to the town, and as before, he went to get what he wanted, bought it if he had money, stole it if he had no money, and rob it if he couldn't.

He...he doesn't really want to kill people, but as long as someone stops him, he will make that person unable to stop him, just..."

Zhao Yuanle added this sentence.

"It's like kicking that dog, no matter what the consequences, it can't stop him anyway."

The old man nodded.

"In recent years, he almost... I went to pay for it and gave him money again, telling him not to rob and not to hurt people.

Over the years, for him, my wife and I have all turned white.

I'm afraid he will actually kill someone one day..."

Zhao Dacheng didn't understand.

"How could there be such a person?"

The old man covered his face: "I also want to know why, why did such a child be born."

It's better than the last one.

He even thought that before his son did something even more irreversible, he personally took it.

But he couldn't do it... This was raised by himself.

When certain things are not involved, he is just like a good boy, eating and sleeping well, and he will also listen to his words and do some small things.

The old man was very sad, so he slowly looked at Zhao Yuanle.
Chapter completed!