I had a serious illness a few years ago and lived in a small hospital for more than three months. There are four beds in the ward, and a little boy and I each occupy the one by the window. The other two, one is that girl's.
The girl looked pale and closed her eyes for a long time. She can't sleep with her eyes closed. The girl's health is getting worse and worse. When she first came, she could walk a few steps against the wall. Later, she could only lie in a hospital bed. Sometimes she suddenly gives a sigh, which makes me deeply uneasy when I look through old magazines.
She seldom talks. I only know that she is from the mainland. After her parents divorced, she came to this city with her mother. Unexpectedly, the next sudden change made my mother leave her forever. In this city, she no longer has a relative or friend. Now, she is using the little savings left by her mother to continue her young and dying life in this simple ward.
Yes, just go on living helplessly. Once I went to the infirmary and overheard the nurses talking about her illness. The head nurse said there was no cure. Absolutely.
The little boy in the hospital bed by the window is lively and active, although he is also ill. He often pesters me to tell him stories and shouts loudly. Whenever this time, I always sneak a look at that girl. I found her frown. Obviously, she doesn't like any noise in the ward.
The boy's parents come to see him every day and bring him delicious food, picture books and deformed steel. The boys gave us these things generously, but they didn't know that time gave them to the girls. Sometimes girls ignore him and pretend to sleep with their eyes closed. The boy piled those things on her bedside, then turned his head and made a face at us.
Once I went to the shop outside the hospital to buy a newspaper and saw the little boy's father squatting on the side of the road crying with his head in his arms. Ask him what's wrong, but he won't say. After asking several times in a row, he told me that the little boy was terminally ill. The doctor said he wouldn't survive this winter.
It was already early autumn.
Since that afternoon, everything has changed.
That day, the boy carried a bunch of things and sent them to the girl's bedside. The girl was in a good mood that day and was listening to music programs on the radio. She said thank you to the boy and smiled at him. So the boy got carried away. He stayed in front of the girl's bed and refused to leave.
He said, sister, you have a beautiful smile.
The girl didn't speak and smiled at him again.
The boy said, Sister, when I grow up, you will be my wife!
Everyone in the ward laughed. Including the girl. I can see it's that happy smile. The girl agreed! Reached out and touched the boy's head.
But your face, why is it so pale? The boy asked.
Because there is no sunshine! The girl said. She was with that boy at that time.
The boy thought about it, and then seriously said to the girl, let's change the bed, so that you can bask in the sun.
The girl said that's no good, you have to bask in the sun!
The boy thought it over again and patted his head. Got it! He said seriously, I let the sun turn a corner!
He found a mirror and put it on the windowsill, constantly changing the angle, trying to let the sun shine on the girl's hospital bed. But he did not succeed. When we thought he was giving up, he found another mirror. The afternoon sunshine was refracted by two mirrors and really shone on the girl's face.
I saw the girl's face, which bloomed like a flower at that moment.
That day, the whole afternoon, the girl has been quietly enjoying the sunshine. Although she closed her eyes, tears kept running down her eyes. She tried to erase it, but it would never be erased.
After that, the first thing the boy did when he got up was to wipe the two mirrors carefully, and then adjust their angles to sprinkle the first ray of sunshine in the morning on the girl's bed. At that time, the girl had been waiting for the sunshine. She smiled, sometimes holding the sunshine in her hand and sometimes painting it on her forehead. She told the boy the story of the rose tree and the snail, and gave him a little frog and a paper crane. The girl's face is no longer pale, and gradually has the color of sunshine.
Sometimes, boys will be naughty with her. He deliberately reflected the sunlight to the wall and shone at a height that the girl could not reach. At this time, the girl will hold up her body and try to reach up and get close to the sun. Always when girls want to give up, boys move the sunshine away in time and move it to girls' hands or bodies. During that time, there was always laughter from both of them in the ward.
I still remember the stunned faces of the nurses. Every day, the nurse will surprise them and tell them that it will be much better after checking two people! Obviously, both boys and girls are recovering. I know it's a miracle.
When I was discharged from the hospital, the girl was able to walk in the fields. He came with the boy to see me off. They are holding hands. Two people's faces are bathed in golden sunshine, which are two happy and healthy faces.
I met that girl a few years later. Of course, she didn't marry the boy, but she said that she appreciated the kind jokes every day. When she said this, she just got married and exuded the unique happiness and fragrance of the bride. She said that the boy and the sunshine saved her life. During that time, before going to bed every day, she thought about getting up early tomorrow to meet the first ray of sunshine that the boy gave her in the morning. She said that she didn't want innocent and kind boys to suddenly lose sight of her one day. She said that in those days, there was always a ray of sunshine shining in my heart, giving her warmth and hope.
I've seen that boy, too. When the boy grew up, he grew some tiny brown fluff on his mouth and became a man. I sat on the sofa in his living room and asked him, do you know that you have been sentenced to death? He said he knew, but he was still young and his concept of death was a little vague. Still scared, very scared. Fortunately, there is that sister. Before going to bed every day, I want to think that I must get up early tomorrow and let the morning sun turn a corner and shine on my sister's face. Because she wants to be my wife! At this point, the boy smiled, revealing a pure and shy expression.
Just a ray of sunshine, but it makes miracles happen. I think, in fact, everyone has such a warm sunshine in their hearts. The more you give to others, the more you get.