Sunlight at a Turn

A few years ago, I fell off my bike and spent months in hospital.

There were four beds in the same ward, two by the window occupied by me and a little boy, and the other two beds, one belonging to a little girl.

The little girl was pale and rarely spoke, blinking her eyes for a long time. Her health was getting worse and worse. When she first came, she could still walk a few steps against the wall. Later, she could only lie in bed.

I know that the little girl is from another county. Her parents divorced. She came to work in this county with her mother. Unexpectedly, a sudden accident caused her mother to leave her forever.

She no longer had a single relative or friend in this county town.

She was using the little savings left by her mother to continue her young but dying life.

Yeah, she's just trying to prolong her life.

Once, I went to the medical office and heard nurses talking about her illness. The head nurse said that the little girl definitely could not be cured.

The little boy was sick too, but very active, and often pestered me to tell him stories, shouting loudly.

At this time, I always stole a glance at the little girl and always found her frowning. Obviously, she didn't like any noise in the ward.

The little boy's parents came every day to bring their son food, books and transformers. The little boy generously distributed these things to us, including a share for the little girl.

If the little girl closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, he would pile things on top of her bed and make faces at us.

Once, I went outside the hospital to buy a newspaper and saw the little boy's father squatting on the roadside crying with his head in his hands.

I asked him several times in succession, and he said that his son was terminally ill. The doctor said that his son would not survive this winter.

There were four beds in a ward, and four patients were lying there. However, two patients were about to die, and they were all flower-like teenagers. I was depressed.

Everything changed that afternoon.

Once again, the boy carried a pile of things to the girl's bedside. The girl was in a better mood and was listening to music on the radio.

She thanked him and smiled at him. The little boy got carried away and hung around the little girl's bed refusing to leave.

The little boy said, sister, you smile very beautiful.

The little girl didn't say anything and smiled at the little boy again.

The little boy said, sister, wait for me to grow up, you give me when the daughter-in-law!

Everyone in the ward laughed, including the little girl. You can see it's a happy smile.

The girl said, okay! She reached out and touched the boy's head.

The little boy asks, why is your face so pale?

The girl said, because there is no sunlight.

The little boy thought for a moment and said seriously, let's change the bed so that you can get some sun.

The girl said, this is not good, you also have to bask in the sun.

The little boy thought carefully, patted his head and said seriously, yes! I'll let the sunlight turn a corner!

Everyone thought the boy was joking about his age, including me. Including the little girl, I suppose. But the little boy really let the sunlight turn a corner.

The little boy found a mirror, put it on the windowsill, and constantly adjusted the angle, trying to make the sunlight reflect on the little girl's bed, but failed.

Just when I thought he was giving up, he found another mirror and tried again. The afternoon sun reflected off the two mirrors and finally shone on the girl's face.

I saw the little girl's face bloom like summer flowers at that moment.

The whole afternoon, the little girl quietly enjoyed that ray of sunshine, although still closed eyes, but there are tears from the corners of her eyes, she tried to wipe away, but always dry.

From then on, the first thing the boy did when he got up was to carefully wipe the two mirrors and adjust the angle so that the first rays of sunlight fell on the little girl's bed.

At this time, the little girl had long been waiting for the sun, she smiled, sometimes holding the sun in her hand, sometimes the sun painted on her forehead.

She told him stories about roses and snails, and folded frogs and cranes. Slowly, the little girl's face no longer pale, with the color of the sun.

Sometimes, the little boy will be naughty with the little girl, deliberately reflecting the sun on the wall, shining at a height that the little girl can't catch.

The little girl would prop herself up and try to reach her hand up close to the sun. The little boy always moved the sunlight down to her hand or body when the little girl wanted to give up.

During that time, their laughter always sounded in the ward.

I remember the doctor's shocked expression.

Every day the doctor will be pleasantly surprised to say: better! Yes, both the boy and the girl are recovering. It was a miracle.

When I was discharged from the hospital, the little girl was able to walk on the ground. She and the little boy walked me hand in hand.

Their faces were bathed in golden sunlight. They were happy and healthy faces.

I saw the little girl a few years later, but of course she wasn't married to the boy. She says she thanks that kind joke every day.

When she said this, she had just gotten married, and her whole body emitted the unique happiness fragrance of the bride.

She said that it was the little boy and the ray of sunlight that saved her. Every day before going to bed, she had to think about waking up early tomorrow to welcome the first ray of sunlight that the little boy gave her.

She said she didn't want the innocent little boy to suddenly disappear from her one day.

She said that during that time there was always a ray of sunshine shining in her heart, giving her warmth and hope.

She said she didn't dare die.

I saw that little boy later. He grew up, with fine brown hairs around his mouth and a manly appearance.

That day, I sat on the couch in his living room and asked him, did you know that you had been sentenced to death? He said he knew, but he was still young, and the concept of death was somewhat vague, but he was still afraid, very afraid.

He said, fortunately there is that sister, that day, every day before going to bed, he would think, tomorrow must get up early, let the morning sun turn a corner, shine on the sister's face, because she still has to be my daughter-in-law!

At this point, the boy smiled, revealing a pure and shy expression.

It's just a ray of sunlight, but it makes miracles happen.

I think everyone has such a warm sunshine in their hearts.

The more you give to others, the more you get for yourself.