And this netizen who asked for help was one of Li Wen's fans.

Her name is Dongfang Baona, she is Chinese New Year's Eve years old, and after her husband died in a car accident, she had no plans to remarry, but adopted an introverted little boy a year ago.

She named him Dongfang Wenhao.

Dongfang Wenhao was seven years old when he came to her house, but a year has passed, no matter how much Dongfang Baona tries her best to take care of this child, Dongfang Wenhao's height does not show any signs of growing taller, and he is still that thin and small.

Dongfang Baona was even more distressed, and put a lot of energy on Dongfang Wenhao.

But recently, Dongfang Wenhao seems to be getting more and more wrong, looking at her eyes are not only very indifferent, as if with deep hatred, even Dongfang Wenhao has begun to like to paint some very terrifying paintings.

The most terrifying thing is that Dongfang Baona found that Dongfang Wenhao started counting down every day in the corner.

From thirty days, there are now three days left to end the countdown.

Dongfang Baona became more and more panicked, although at first she was reassuring herself that everything was too much for her.

But until this night.

Dongfang Baona's sleep quality has not been very good these days, and in addition to work, she worries about Dongfang Wenhao during the day.

There was no air conditioning in the bedroom, and the temperature was a little cold, as if it was splashed on the skin by the cold.

She woke up from her sleep, and the moonlight was running down the cracks in the curtains.

But in the white moonlight, a figure was clearly outlined.

A figure of a child.

He stood motionless at the head of the bed, his small figure even thinner by the moonlight.

Dongfang Baona was startled, and instantly turned over from the bed: "Dongfang Wenhao! ”

Dongfang Wenhao's expression was hidden in the darkness, and with a flick of his small hand, the snow-white blade instantly shook Dongfang Baona's eyes.

The cold blade, with the cold light of the forest.

Dongfang Baona's face changed, she didn't know why the suspicion of Dongfang Wenhao in the past few days appeared in her mind, she instinctively grabbed Dongfang Wenhao's hand, and her little hand was extremely cold.

She tried to take down the fruit knife: "Wen Hao, it's too dangerous!" How do you play with a knife! ”

In the bedroom was Dongfang Baona's slightly panicked voice.

Dongfang Wenhao blinked his innocent big eyes, and took out an apple that had been peeled from behind him as if offering a treasure: "Mom, eat the apple." ”

Dongfang Baona breathed a sigh of relief, and her hand holding the handle of the knife hung down weakly.

But when he was only so old, he cut apples with a knife.

She put the fruit knife in the drawer, she pressed Dongfang Wenhao's immature shoulders with both hands, although it was a reprimand, but the tone was still gentle, she really couldn't make a fierce appearance: "Don't use knives in the future!" Otherwise, my mother would be angry. ”

Dongfang Wenhao seemed a little scared, he nodded sullenly, and his two little hands were clasped together.

He looked a little helpless.

He's just a kid!

Dongfang Baona sighed, she took Dongfang Wenhao's hand, "Mom will send you back to the bedroom, you must be obedient in the future." ”

Dongfang Wenhao still nodded obediently, and when he returned to his bedroom, he suddenly stood aside.

Looking up at Dongfang Baona and smiling, the corners of his mouth seemed to hook up a strange arc: "Mom, there are still three days." ”

"What three days?" Dongfang Bao Na was stunned.

Dongfang Wenhao smiled without saying a word, his long eyelashes covered the emotion in his eyes, he turned around and lay back on his small bed, and became the quiet child again.