The first ray of sunshine in the morning woke me up. I opened the curtains and took some breaths of fresh air. I don’t know when I fell asleep last night, and I didn’t turn off my computer.
When I opened my phone, I saw a new message from "Dark Night Raccoon" in the chat box: "Good night."
There was a snoring sound coming from Dad's room. It seemed that he came back very late.
In recent years, my father's work pressure has been high and his addiction to playing cards has become more and more serious. The time I spend with him and his daughter has become less and less. He doesn't care about my studies and my life, and he doesn't even know that my grades have dropped to the bottom.
When we are in the same space, we can only talk to each other when we are arguing about something. I don't know what maternal love feels like, but I long for it from the bottom of my heart. Maybe if I had a mother, I would be a lovely little princess like my good friend Song Jingyan.
I cooked some porridge and steamed a few buns for breakfast, and reserved a portion for dad in a thermos bucket.
Today is Saturday. I have no classes and nothing to do, so I am feeling a bit bored, so I squat in the flower bed and weed.
"An An, An An...are you home?"
Someone called me from the door. Hearing the familiar voice, I shouted happily, "Is that Brother Yangguang? I'm home!"
After the old city was renovated, there was a small shop in the community. Yangguang was the son of the boss. Yangguang, who was one year older than me, was sick when he was a child. The high fever damaged his brain and caused him to develop slowly. His IQ was a little low and he stuttered when he spoke. Yangguang, who could not go to school, had to stay at home. The ignorant children laughed at him and called him a fool. After I helped him drive away the bullies several times, we became friends.
Yangguang was standing outside the door, holding a cloth bag in his hand, looking at me with a silly smile: "An, An, eat apples and pears."
Yangguang's house is just opposite my house. His mother is afraid that ignorant children will bully him, so he usually helps out at the store. He will only come to play with me when I come back.
"Brother Yangguang, didn't I tell you not to steal the fruit from our house? We sell it for money."
"No, no, no, An An, it's..." Yangguang started stuttering when he was anxious. Looking at his expression, I thought I understood something.
There was a group of hooligans in the neighborhood who bullied people all day long. Every time they saw Yangguang, they asked him to bring them good food and drinks from home, and sometimes threatened him to secretly take money out. I thought they were going to cause trouble for Yangguang again, so I pulled Yangguang out with one hand and ran, "Let's go, I'll teach them a lesson!"
Yangguang was dragged behind me, mumbling something.
"Hey, hey, the big fool brought us something! You are really conscientious today! Let me see what delicious food it is!"
It was them! There were several people standing on the basketball court, with colorful hair like African parrots. I walked over angrily, and they walked towards me with a smirk. They reached out to grab the Sunshine bag, and I quickly grabbed it and smashed it on their heads.
"I told you to bully people, I told you to bully people, I told you to bully people again!" I smashed and yelled, "I'll tell you three important things, if you bully people again, I'll make you look better than a parrot!"
"Okay, you tomboy, you dare to hit us, just wait!"
The gangsters were beaten and screaming, and I pulled Yangguang and prepared to slip away in the chaos.
Unexpectedly, Yangguang broke free from my hand and returned to the gang. I turned around helplessly and saw Yangguang seemed very nervous. His face was red and he pointed his right index finger at the people in front of him excitedly: "I'm not a stupid boy! You are not allowed to say An An is a ' tomboy '! An An is the kindest girl!"
"What does it matter if I tell you? You're just a motherless tomboy, an idiot! I'll tell you, I'll tell you..."
The yellow-haired hooligans in the lead were arguing with Yangguang, but I was still surprised by Yangguang's clear pronunciation and didn't react. Yangguang rushed over with a roar, which was different from my previous sneak attack. Soon he was surrounded by them on the ground, and several pairs of feet kept kicking and hitting him.