I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

The day after Xiao Bao was found.

The production team originally planned to take a half-day break.

After all, too many things have happened in the last few days.

Let alone children, even adults can't handle it.

Early in the morning, a large number of people arrived at the entrance of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Someone was holding a yellowed photograph.

Someone was carrying old clothes.

Someone was carrying a plastic bag full of materials.

They come from different places.

Some are from this city.

Some even rushed over from other provinces overnight.

They share a common identity.

Parents who have lost their children.

There were only a few people at the beginning.

Later, there were more and more.

At the entrance of the police station, the on-duty police officers immediately came out to maintain order.

"Everyone, don't block the door!"

"You can register if you have any requests!"

Please do not disrupt normal office work!

But those people weren't causing trouble.

They just stood there.

He looked exhausted.

But there was a hint of heartbreaking hope in his eyes.

A middle-aged man held up a photograph, his voice hoarse.

"Officer, my son has been missing for eight years."

"Could you let that little girl take a look?"

A woman next to me, her eyes red, said, "My daughter has been missing for eleven years. I have photos of her when she was little; she even had a mole on her eyebrow."

There was also a father with gray hair, holding a pair of small shoes in his hands.

I don't need to find it immediately.

"Let her draw a picture of what she would look like when she's grown up."

"We can go find it ourselves."

The police officer on duty had tears in his eyes as he listened.

But he couldn't agree.

Shen Ling'er is only five years old.

It is not a tool.

It's not a wishing well either.

in the hall.

When the production crew learned the news, the atmosphere suddenly became complicated.

Zhao Lei stood by the window, looking at the people outside, and remained silent for a long time.

Bai Sisi whispered, "They had no other choice."

Lin Jia held Chen Doudou and sighed.

"Seeing that Xiaobao has been found is like seeing a ray of light."

He Chuan was also very heavy-hearted.

"But Ling'er is only five years old."

"She was so tired after drawing Xiaobao yesterday."

As Yang Mi listened to these words, his heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by a hand.

She looked down at Shen Ling'er.

Shen Ling'er also looked out the window.

The little girl didn't speak as she usually did.

She simply watched quietly as people took photos.

A long time passed.

She asked, "Mother, are they all looking for their child?"

Yang Mi said softly, "Mm."

Shen Ling'er asked again, "Can't you find it at all?"

Yang Mi's throat tightened.

"Some have been searching for many years."

Shen Ling'er lowered her head.

Her little hands gripped the hem of her clothes.

After a while, she said, "I can't draw that many."

Ling'er's voice was not loud.

But this made Yang Mi's eyes instantly redden.

She knelt down and hugged her daughter.

"Mom knows."

"You don't need to draw."

"You've done enough."

Shen Ling'er said sullenly, "But they'll be sad."

Yang Mi hugged her tightly: "I can't let all the sadness fall on you."

Zhao Lei was extremely upset standing next to him.

Even the person who is usually the most witty and humorous couldn't tell a joke at this moment.

The comments section was also filled with conflicting opinions.

"I understand those parents, I really do."

"They weren't forcing Ling'er; they were just too desperate."

"But Ling'er is only five years old. We can't let her bear all of this."

"She was so tired from drawing Xiaobao yesterday that she was sweating profusely."

"What should I do? I feel so awful."

"Helping one person is kind, but asking her to help everyone is too cruel."

At this moment, the noise from outside grew louder and louder.

Someone started shouting.

"Little Ling'er!"

"Please, please help my aunt take a look!"

"My daughter was also five years old when she was little!"

"I'd kneel down for you!"

Yang Mi's expression changed instantly.

She almost instinctively hugged Shen Ling'er tightly.

Qin Zheng frowned immediately and turned to the police officer, saying, "Maintain order and don't let them get close to the children."

The police officers quickly went out to persuade them.

But when those parents heard the word "children," some of them burst into tears on the spot.

"We have children too!"

"Our child is missing!"

"We're not bad people, we just wanted her to see us..."

These words are like knives.

It's etched into everyone's heart.

Yang Mi held Shen Ling'er in his arms, his voice trembling slightly.

"Ling'er, don't look."

"Mom will take you to rest."

Shen Ling'er did not move.

She looked up at Yang Mi.

"daughter."

"Um?"

"If I don't help, will they yell at me?"

Yang Mi felt a sudden pain in his chest.

She immediately said, "No."

But once she said it, she knew herself that it might not be true.

The internet is too big.

Human hearts are so complicated.

Some people will understand.

And surely some people will stand on moral high ground and say:

If you can help Xiaobao, why can't you help others?

If you're so capable, why don't you use it?

It doesn't take you much effort to draw one.

But they didn't know that.

Shen Ling'er is only five years old.

She is not a god.

She's just a child who gets tired, hungry, and misses her father.

He Chuan also spoke in a deep voice to the camera:

"I hope everyone can view this rationally."

"Shen Ling'er is neither a police officer nor a professional charity."

"She's just a child."

"Please don't put the burden of searching for all the missing children on her alone."

The comments section immediately split into two.

Most of them are protecting Ling'er.

"Yes! Don't use moral blackmail!"

"Ling'er has already done enough!"

"She's only five years old, why should she bear so much?"

"Those parents are pitiful, but Ling'er isn't a tool either."

However, a few jarring sounds also emerged.

"She's so capable, what's wrong with helping her out?"

"Why not just draw one?"

"Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda."

"Since you have the ability, you should help more."

These comments were immediately met with criticism from other netizens.

"If you're so good, then you do it!"

"You kidnapped a five-year-old child?"

"She was almost exhausted after finishing her painting yesterday, didn't you see?"

"Kindness is not an obligation, much less an obligation to take without giving back!"

Yang Mi's expression grew colder as he saw the comments on the screen.

She spoke directly to the camera.

His tone was unusually firm.

"Ling'er is my daughter."

"She's willing to help because she's kind."

"I don't want to help, and I don't owe anyone anything."

"No one can morally blackmail her."

The hall fell silent.

Shen Ling'er looked up at Yang Mi.

His eyes lit up.

Zhao Lei immediately clapped.

"Mi-jie is right!"

Bai Sisi nodded in agreement: "Yes, she doesn't owe anyone anything."

Qin Zheng also walked over and said in a deep voice:

"The police will establish formal channels for receiving leads."

"We will not allow the public to have direct contact with Shen Ling'er."

"We will not let a child take on investigative duties."

"Please rest assured."

Shen Ling'er looked at them.

There was a long silence.

Then she whispered, "But I want to help a little."

Yang Mi felt a pang of heartache: "Ling'er..."

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"It's not drawn one by one."

She looked up at Qin Zheng.

"My dad said that teaching someone how to fish is better than giving them fish."

Zhao Lei subconsciously corrected him: "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime."

Shen Ling'er looked at him and said, "The meaning is enough."

Zhao Lei: "..."

The comments section, which had been heavy, suddenly burst into laughter.

"Haha, that's enough to get the gist of it."

Ling'er: Classical Chinese isn't important, the effect is.

"Could she be thinking of teaching someone else?"

"Wait, is she going to...?"

Qin Zheng's eyes flickered slightly.

"Ling'er, what do you mean?"

Shen Ling'er pointed at Teacher Luo.

"You have too few portrait uncles."

Teacher Luo: "..."

He heard this as soon as he entered the hall.

He paused in his steps.

Shen Ling'er continued, "And it's a bit slow."

Teacher Luo: "..."

Zhao Lei covered his mouth.

"Teacher Luo was hit right on the head."

Teacher Luo smiled wryly: "Kid, you're right."

He really couldn't refute it.

After all, he hadn't been able to do what Shen Ling'er had done yesterday.

Shen Ling'er said seriously:

"I can't draw them all."

"But I can teach you some of what my father taught me."