Planting the Sun in the Dark

When Chu Buxi was seven years old, his mother left, leaving him to live with his stepfather Zhang Changsheng. Zhang Changsheng said that his name was "Buxi" because his mother didn't like him when she gave birth to him. Zhang Changsheng said that he raised him to save face and beat him to vent his anger. Zhang Changsheng said that if he told anyone about his family affairs, he would be beaten to death. So he learned to be silent, learned to hide, and learned to cover new scars with concealer every day. He was wearing thick clothes and huddled in the corner of the last row of the classroom, like a small animal ready to escape at any time. Everyone said he was lucky to have a fierce father - after all, he had someone to support him. There is only one person, ask him: Do you feel pain? Jiang Xingyi, a new classmate who transferred from the city, smiles with eyes as crooked as two little suns. He didn't know why Chu Buxi wore so much clothes every day, but he stuffed a big white rabbit into his desk every day. He didn't know why Chu Buxi never spoke, but he walked with him every day. He didn't know how many injuries Chu Buxi had on his body, but when he finally saw the bruises and bruises, he just hugged him gently and said, "Just say it if it hurts. It will be better if you say it." This was the first time in eighteen years that someone had hugged him like this. For the first time in eighteen years, someone said to him: You are my friend. For the first time in eighteen years, someone made him feel that life can also be expected. But Zhang Changsheng discovered the boy's existence. He began to follow, began to investigate, and began to stare at Chu Buxi with a more gloomy look. A storm is coming. And the boy who smiled like the sun stood next to Chu Buxi and said, "We are afraid together." This is a "hero"ism in ordinary life Intent: This is a story about seeing and being seen. Chu Buxi walked in the darkness for ten years, thinking that this was the end of his life. He learned to be silent, to hide, and to swallow all the pain. He thought that no one would see him and that no one deserved to be seen. But Jiang Xingyi appeared. He was not the hero who came to save him, but the first person to crouch down and look him level. He doesn't ask "what's wrong with you", he only asks "do you feel pain"; he doesn't say "I'll help you", he only says "I'm with you". He used the clumsiest and gentlest way to pry open the door in Chu Buxi's heart bit by bit. And Chu Buxi is not a simple victim. While being seen, he also learned to see others. He saw Jiang Xingyi's loneliness hidden under his smile, and saw that the "little sun" also needed to be illuminated. In his own way, he let Jiang Xingyi know: You are not alone. They illuminate each other, warm each other, and become each other's light. What this story wants to say is: everyone has a wound in their heart, but not everyone can meet the person who is willing to accompany him to heal. If you encounter it, please hurry up. If not, please believe that the sun will always rise. Even in the deepest night, there is someone waiting for you.