05

When in the same space, we can only exchange a few words when arguing about something. I do not know what maternal love feels like, yet I yearn for it from the bottom of my heart. Perhaps if I had a mother, I would also become a charming little princess like my good friend Song Jingyan.

So what if I said it? A 'tomboy' without a mother, a foolish little boy! I just want to say, I must say...

Unexpectedly, the sunlight broke free from my hand and returned to those ruffians. I turned around helplessly and saw that the sunlight seemed very nervous, his face flushed, and his right index finger excitedly pointed at the people in front of him: "I am not a fool! And you are not allowed to say that An An is a 'fake girl'! An An is the kindest girl!"

The sound of snoring is coming from Dad's room, indicating that he must have returned very late

Indeed, it is them! A few individuals are standing on the basketball court, sporting brightly colored hair like African macaws. I stormed over, and they approached me with smirks. They reached out to grab the sunshade bag, and I quickly snatched it back and hurled it at their heads.

Sunshine's home is right across from mine. His mother is afraid that unruly children will bully him, so he usually helps out at the storefront. He only comes over to play with me when I return home

"Stop bullying people, stop bullying people, stop bullying people!" I shouted while smashing things, "I will say it three times because it is important; if you continue to bully people, you will look worse than a parrot!"

The blonde ruffian at the forefront was arguing with Yang Guang, while I was still astonished by Yang Guang's clear enunciation and had not reacted. Yang Guang shouted and lunged forward; this was quite different from my previous sneak attack. Soon, he was surrounded on the ground, with several pairs of feet continuously kicking and striking him.

The sunlight is being dragged along by me from behind, mumbling something indistinctly.

In the community, there is a group of delinquents who spend their days idly bullying others. Whenever they see Yang Guang, they demand that he bring them food and drinks from home, and sometimes they even threaten him to secretly hand over money. I thought they were causing trouble for Yang Guang again, so I grabbed his hand and ran outside, saying, "Let's go, I will teach them a lesson!"

The sun stood outside the door, holding a cloth bag in hand, looking at me with a silly smile: "An, An An, eat an apple, and there are pears too"

I cooked some porridge for breakfast, steamed a few buns, and reserved a portion for my father in the thermal container

Alright, you fake boy, dare to hit us, just wait!

I opened my phone, and in the chat window of "Dark Night Raccoon," there was one latest message: "Good night"

In recent years, my father's work pressure has increased significantly, and his gambling addiction has also worsened. Consequently, the time I spend with him has diminished, and he no longer shows concern for my studies or my life. He is even unaware that my grades have plummeted to the lowest point.

After the renovation of the old city, there is a small shop in the community, and Yangguang is the owner's son. Yangguang, who is one year older than me, suffered from an illness in his childhood that caused a high fever, which damaged his brain and resulted in developmental delays. His intelligence is somewhat below average, and he speaks with a slight stutter. Unable to attend school, Yangguang had to stay at home, and the inconsiderate children would mock him as a fool. After I helped drive away those who bullied him a few times, we became friends

Oh, oh, oh, the big fool has brought us something! How considerate today! Let me see what delicious food it is!

The little rascals were crying out in chaos, and I grabbed Sunshine, ready to slip away amidst the commotion

"No, not, not, An An, it is..." Yang Guang began to stutter in a hurry, and seeing his expression, I thought I understood something.

Someone is calling me from outside. Hearing the familiar voice, I happily shout: "Is it Brother Sunshine? I'm at home!"

The first ray of morning sunlight awakened me, I pulled back the curtains and took a few breaths of fresh air, I fell asleep last night without knowing when, and the computer was not turned off.

Hello, hello... are you at home?

"Brother Sunshine, didn't you say not to take the fruit from home? That is for selling."

Today is Saturday. With no classes and nothing to do, I feel a bit bored, so I am squatting by the flower bed weeding.