Before reading this novel, please listen to me tell a story.
During the Chinese New Year, I returned to my hometown. That day, the adults were busy greeting visiting relatives, and we fired off cannons randomly at the door. A car stopped and the people inside locked the car and entered my house. We were getting excited when the car, which we thought was unoccupied, was suddenly pushed away, revealing a boy's face, with a crew cut and a face full of naivety. He clapped happily when he saw us blowing up the eggshells and plastic pipes we collected. I thought he was just a spectator who didn't want to socialize. But after a while, the boy suddenly came out of the car and started to take off his pants towards us. It suddenly occurred to me that my sister had said that a relative's child had a fever and his brain was damaged. I get it, it's him. I reacted, squatted down, lit several cannons and threw them into the can. I said, "This time it will explode very high. Let's run to the side." Finally, he squatted on the high ground next to him. We saw yellow liquid slowly flowing down from the tire on the other side of the car, and the boy's shoes were wet. You can only understand how shocking this scene is if you witness it with your own eyes.
My cousin asked if the man was a fool, and I nodded. I said, wait a minute, let's not look at him all the time, or he will feel uncomfortable. The little boy asked, did he pee there? I said yes, and he yelled and ran over. That night, I felt like I was being tightly wrapped by wool and being strangled with all my strength, unable to express my words. For the first time, I seriously thought about the topic of disabled people. I thought deeply about it and finally wrote it down, which is why I came up with this article. I know this is not a popular topic, and not many people will read it. But I still want to stick with it.