Brilliant Life

"Xiaoyi, get up." A boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old stood beside the bed and shook a boy younger than him desperately. That boy is me: the eldest boy in the second grade of Tianqiao Middle School, my name is Piao Yi, everyone calls me "Xiao Yi". I was called "Brother Yi" to save face in school, and of course some people called me "Yixin" behind my back. Of course, those who call me "Xiaoyi" are my family members. He is my brother, a junior in Tianqiao Middle School, and he is very supportive of me. Every time I had trouble settling something, he was the one who helped me out. "Oh! Brother! Stop shaking it. If you shake it any more, I'm going to have a concussion! What time is it now!" "It's almost six o'clock! If you don't get up,...