I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

"This is an autistic child! Family members!" The man's tone became increasingly agitated.

"It's not autism," I said. "It's not autism, it's another condition. He can't handle stimulation, that light of yours..."

"It's nothing, it's nothing." The man waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly.

"What's wrong with taking a picture? It won't break anything. Why are you, as a father, so sensitive?"

I'm doing this to help you, do you understand?

What the internet needs right now is this kind of positive energy! Single fathers! Disabled children! Fatherly love is as solid as a mountain!

My video went viral, and tons of people donated money to you. And here you are, stopping me.

As he spoke, he took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a few red banknotes, squatted down, and stuffed them into Xiaoming's hand.

"Here you go, little one, this is from your uncle."

Xiao Ming's hand was shoved into the purse, and he recoiled as if he'd been burned.

The money fell on the ground.

The man frowned and gave a wry smile to the camera.

"Did your family see that? He won't take the child. He doesn't even recognize money. How pitiful."

I squatted down, picked up the money from the ground one bill at a time, and handed it back.

"Brother, take the money back. I don't need it. Just let him sit quietly. Please, I'm begging you."

The man didn't take the money. He turned his back to the camera and looked at me, then suddenly stopped smiling.

He turned off his microphone, leaned closer, lowered his voice, and said something at a volume only I could hear.

"I've given you plenty of face."

I froze for a moment.

He continued.

"You, dressed as a frog, actually think you're something special?"

"I'm only taking pictures of you because I'm being generous. I can expose all your dirty secrets in three minutes."

"Single father, disabled son, heavily in debt, playing the clown in the water park."

"If I posted these things online with a title like 'Father of Autistic Child Exploits His Child to Gain Sympathy and Scam Donations,' who do you think netizens would believe?"

After he finished speaking, he patted my shoulder, turned on the microphone, and switched back to his gentle face.

"Hey bro, I know you've had a tough time, but you have to believe there are still more good people than bad in this world! Come on, let the little one take a picture with me, just one!"

He waved to the young man next to him who was carrying a tripod.

"Come on, take a picture of me and the child, quick!"

Then he walked right past me and put his arm around Xiaoming's shoulder.

He hugged him tightly, as if afraid he would run away, and made a heart shape with his other hand above his head.

Xiao Ming felt as if he had been electrocuted; his whole body trembled, and then he went limp.

His eyes started rolling upwards, and the corner of his mouth began to droop to one side.

"Let him go!"

I shoved the man's hand away with such force that he staggered two steps.

I held Xiaoming in my arms and felt his body twitching.

"What are you doing! Who are you pushing!" The man's expression changed completely after he regained his balance.

A crowd started to gather around.

The young man carrying the tripod had already started packing up his equipment, whispering:

"Brother Feng, maybe we should call it quits."

"Nonsense!"

The man shoved his phone into his pocket and pointed at me.

"I'm telling you, I can't have made this trip for nothing."

"I recorded you pushing me. You wait, I'll edit the video tonight."

"I've already thought of a title: Water World Frog Doll Violently Beats Up Kind-Hearted Blogger."

He turned around, took two steps, and then looked back at Xiaoming.

Xiao Ming was still trembling in my arms, and a little white foam was already seeping from the corner of his mouth.

The man called Brother Feng immediately looked as if he had discovered some treasure.

He turned his microphone back on and took out his phone.

"Family members! The situation has changed! Our child doesn't seem to be doing well! But please believe us, we are doing everything we can to help him!"

He said that when he was doing his best to help, he took half a step back to give the camera a wider view.

It framed both me and Xiaoming inside.

"Come on, Ah-Jie, let's fix the lighting!"

The young man next to him responded and raised the fill light.

"No, not this one! Turn on the flash, the phone one, quick! The light isn't enough to get a clear picture of his face!"

I heard the word "flash."

I looked up.

"Don't!"

A beam of white light.

It was shoved directly into Xiaoming's face.

In that instant, I saw Xiaoming's pupils suddenly shrink into two black dots.

His body jolted as if he'd been electrocuted, his back arched, and his head tilted back. I'd never seen him like this before.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

"Yes! That's it! Don't stop!"

Another flash of light, and then another.

The man was holding up his phone and taking pictures of me and Xiaoming.

He was looking for the right angle; he was looking for the best angle.

Xiao Ming's body began to convulse.

His arms and legs began to kick wildly, like a frog being pressed to the ground.

A large amount of white foam gushed from the corners of his mouth, flowing down his chin, onto his neck, and into his collar.

"Get out of the way!"

I don't know where I got the strength, but I pushed the man away.

He staggered, nearly dropping his phone.

I knelt on the ground and picked up Xiaoming.

His body was trembling, like a machine about to fall apart, with every part vibrating violently.

His eyes were rolling upwards, with more white than iris, and his lips were turning purple.

"An ambulance! Call an ambulance!"

I shouted to the crowd, and some people took out their phones, while others stood still, holding up their phones.

They're taking my picture.

The man stumbled back two steps after I pushed him, but managed to regain his footing.

He didn't leave.

He said something to his assistant.

I heard it.

He said, "Take two steps back, don't block the camera."

Then he actually took two steps back.

He took two steps back and pointed the camera at me as I knelt on the ground, hugging Xiaoming and crying.

I heard him say into the phone:

"Family members, it is heartbreaking that this father is going through the most painful moment of his life. Let us pray for him together."

I don't have time to deal with him anymore.

Xiao Ming's convulsions in my arms gradually subsided, and his eyes began to focus inward.

But it wasn't concentrated on my face; it was somewhere I couldn't see it.

His lips were moving, as if he was saying something, so I put my ear close.

"frog……"

He said those two words.

The voice was so soft that I had to put my ear right up to his lips to hear it.

After he said those two words, his body suddenly went limp.

They fell silent.

I held him in my arms.

I could feel his body getting colder and colder.

No, it's not that they're actually getting cold, it's my hands that are getting cold.

The ambulance has arrived.

The person in the white coat took Xiaoming from my hands.

I knelt on the ground, trying to stand up, but my legs wouldn't obey me.

He climbed a couple of steps, stood up while holding onto the wall, and followed the stretcher out.

The man holding up his phone was standing next to the ambulance.

He was standing sideways, holding up his phone, filming the stretcher being loaded onto the vehicle.