The National Day holiday is next to the Mid-Autumn Festival, so the holiday is slightly longer.
After Yangguang left, his parents stopped running the store, sold the second-hand house they bought more than ten years ago, and took their little daughter back to the countryside with the compensation from the car accident offender. When they left, they said that the city was too unsafe. I know they wanted to leave this sad place because there was no Yangguang here.
It has been more than four months since Yangguang passed away, and I have not yet visited his grave. If he knew, would he blame me for being heartless?
The winding path has lush vegetation on both sides, and after it rains your trouser legs will be covered in mud.
This is where the sun lies, a lonely heap of dirt.
My bright and sunny sister stood beside me, looking up at me with her childish face. She asked me, "Sister, why are you crying?"
I wiped my face with my hands and it was wet.
I remember when I first met Yangguang, he sat at the door of the store, grinning when he saw people coming. I ran away from home when I was six years old, just because my father threw the painting on the table when I showed it to him.
As I was running, I saw Yangguang’s smile, and then I saw a group of kids like me making fun of him : “Silly Yangguang, stupid Yangguang…”
Yangguang ignored them and continued to smile foolishly.
I rushed over and angrily drove the group of kids away.
I just felt that he was laughing even when he was insulted, but I just ran away from home because my father didn’t have time to look at my paintings. What’s the big deal!
Later I learned that Yangguang fell ill when he was two years old and his intelligence deteriorated a little. They said he was stupid, but I always felt that Yangguang was not stupid, he was just not smart enough.
Yangguang knows who treats him well and he will treat them well. When I am unhappy, he will stutter and say "An An, don't cry". When others bully him, he will hide behind me, but when others say bad things about me, he will fight them. He always boasts that he has two sisters, one is as pretty as a doll, and the other is a silly sister who likes to fight.
Sunshine is really not stupid, he is just not smart enough.
Not stupid Sunshine became my friend, and then we grew up together, and I said I would protect him.
But now, the not-stupid sunshine has turned into a pile of dirt, how can I not cry?