As time went on, he became more and more depressed, he stopped talking to people, his communication skills became worse and worse, and his hostility towards the world became deeper and deeper.
Finally, it was his sister who discovered something was wrong. She and his mother accompanied him, counseled him, taught him to speak and recognize some simple words, and only then did he recover a little.
But I didn’t expect that that incident would happen not long after these days.
That day was Sunday, his birthday. His mother and sister had promised him that they would secretly take him to an amusement park even though he had never been there before.
But my mother was called by the owner of the store where she worked to work overtime, and my sister was 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 rage, he took some change and ran away alone.
As far as he could remember, it was his first time going out. He was full of curiosity about the world and even looked at the ornamental stones on the roadside with great interest.
As he was watching and playing, he soon got lost, but he was not too worried at the time.
Because he believed that his mother and sister would come to find him.
In this way, he walked a lot, visited many places, and went to the amusement park for a long time. He didn't go back until the amusement park closed and it was almost dark.
He was lost and could only vaguely remember the words on a few roadside signs, so he walked for a long time but still couldn't find his way home.
Tired from walking, he finally fell asleep beside a small tree in a small park.
It was not until the next day that he, starving, got on the bus home with the help of a kind-hearted person.
However, when he returned home, his house was surrounded by a large group of police officers.
He was stunned at that time.
Although he had never been to school and no one had taught him what death was, he knew that his mother and sister had left him and would never come back.
He didn't shed tears at that time, nor was he too sad, he just felt a little reluctant.
Later he realized that the things that made him reluctant to leave and that made him linger on were called warmth.
But he never experienced that kind of warmth again in his later years.
Whether it was during the days of wandering, or in the welfare home and school.
At that time, in addition to feeling reluctant, he was also a little confused.
He even had a ridiculous thought: maybe his mother and sister thought he was a burden and that was why they didn't want him anymore.
At that time, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to do, he was very confused.
When he picked up from the garbage dump the blood-stained little diamond that his mother had carefully prepared for his eighth birthday, and the brand new comic book that his sister had prepared for him, he realized that they didn't want him.
Later, he vaguely heard from several elderly neighbors that his mother and sister did not commit suicide but were brutally murdered. He finally realized what he should do.
After wandering outside for a while with Little King Kong and the set of comic books, he gradually came up with a plan.
Even though he has never been to school, doesn't know many words, and isn't talkative, and learned a lot of things from the small TV at home, he is not stupid.
At the scene of a car accident, Li Jingtai was mistaken for his parents who had fallen into the river along with the burning and exploding bus. He took advantage of the situation and replaced Li Jingtai's identity.