Zhou Yu's Autobiography
I have a sister.
I like her very much.
We are not related by blood, but she is really my sister.
My family only includes my grandmother and my sister.
My grandmother is no longer with us, and my sister is my only family.
We have been dependent on each other for many years.
In the beginning, we were neighbors, the kind of neighbors who rarely saw each other because of different schedules and my personality.
The first time I looked at her seriously was that day in the hospital after the war.
In my ears was the annoying old man's shouting voice, and in front of me was her walking towards me from the other end of the emergency room.
I remember being terrified.
I think she should hate me and dislike me.
After all, it was my grandmother and I who caused her to lose her parents, and my nominal father is questioning their actions in saving my life.
She must hate me.
I didn't dare look up, for fear of seeing the dark hatred in her eyes, the disgust on her face, and even more afraid of seeing her sadness.
She walked over to my side.
I held my breath, remained motionless, and waited for my judgment.
If she wants to scold me, I'll let her.
If she wants to hit me, let her hit me.
I waited for a long time, until a warm palm was placed on my head, like an endless source of energy, giving me strength.
She drove "father" away with just a few words.
I cried.
I could only cry.
I hate myself.
I think I should say "thank you", but I also think I should say "sorry".
I said it all, and I didn’t say it all.
She was so close to me. I knew she was getting closer because she couldn't hear my apology.
She didn't say anything, just wiped my tears and left.
I thought our relationship would remain that of a creditor and a debtor because she paid for my and my grandmother's medical bills.
But she insisted on taking me and my grandmother to live in the capital.
There are many things in the capital that I have never seen before - developed public transportation, high-speed vehicles, towering skyscrapers, and convenient everything.
She didn't mind us being country bumpkins and wasted two months taking my grandmother and me around to explore the capital.
There are so many different people here, with different hair colors, strange clothes, and unique personalities. No matter how strange, it seems reasonable in the capital.
Can a mold like me who hides in a dark corner also find a place to stay in the capital?
I overheard her talking with her grandmother about the educational resources in the capital. Students here have many different things to do besides studying, but in the end, they always learn better than us country kids who bury our heads in study.
If I want to repay her kindness, I have to have a job with a good salary, which means my academic qualifications cannot be bad.
Similarly, if I want to do something for my "father", sufficient knowledge reserves will also be the key.
For the first time, I mustered up the courage to ask her to let me stay.
I want to study in the capital.
She paused for a few seconds, then readily agreed. It was as if this was all part of her plan, and of course, looking back now, it was indeed her plan.
I didn't know it at that time. I said goodbye to my grandmother at the station, stayed in the capital, lived in her house, and was admitted to a well-known private school.
No one bullied me at school. Everyone was too busy. Everyone had their own things to do and had no time to pay attention to the person in the corner.
I made myself a sponge, trying to absorb everything in this hard-earned educational environment.
I don't want to let her down.
She was gentle and patient with every word she spoke to me.
I know I have a terrible personality, I'm timid, cowardly and silent. Because of this, I'm always the first target of bullying wherever I go. I don't dare to speak out and just keep shrinking into corners.
Even those who wanted to communicate with me would give up soon because of my poor response.
The best reaction is to ignore me like these classmates in the capital.
They agree that I exist, but that's all they agree with.
My sister is different. She is the only one who didn’t give up on me.
She accompanied me persistently, never forcing me to raise my head, nor allowing me to go into a deeper corner.
Then one day, I started calling her sister.
Her delighted expression let me know I had done the right thing.
I tried to share my life with her, talking about schoolwork, teachers, and peers. It was really difficult, and I often racked my brain and could only squeeze out two or three sentences.
Even with such a simple story, she would praise me.
I gradually relaxed and began to feel that maybe I could step out. No matter what happened after that, I would always have a home to return to.
When I went to college, I chose to live on campus.
Although she was puzzled, she did not object.
Because it helps me get along better with society.
Fortunately, my roommates and advisors were all very nice, and living on campus in college was not as scary as I had imagined.
I even joined the laboratory and was taken to participate in competitions, and finally had some ability to share my sister's pressure.
I can use the scholarship to support my living expenses and tuition fees, so she doesn't have to work so hard.
I hope that after she finishes writing a book, she can rest assured for half a year or a year, without having to work non-stop like she does now.
As a novelist, her pen name is a household name and she earns a good income.
But raising a teenager is also expensive.
If she were alone, she would have retired long ago and would write or not just depending on her mood.
With me and this younger brother who she didn't know when he would be able to enter the society normally, she could only keep writing, with almost no time to rest between books, as she wrote one after another.
I noticed her increasingly strong coffee and the rapidly consuming sleeping pills hidden in the cupboard, and I knew I couldn't go on like this.
I also want to work hard so that one day in the future, I can take on the responsibility of bearing this pressure of life.
But I didn't expect that someone would take advantage of my situation and boldly want to become another family member of mine while I was not at home.
He is my sister's neighbor and is even worse than me.
He was just a neighbor, yet my sister asked me to deliver food to his door. I didn't even see him open the door.
I think he must be a big liar, who gets free food and drinks, and maybe wants to cheat people of even more things.
Later I found out that it was a misunderstanding and he and I were completely different.
He is sunny, energetic and dazzling. He is his sister's partner and a person who is better at causing trouble than his socially anxious neighbor.
He is the first person I know in real life who was scolded and became a hot topic.
If it weren't for the fact that he was producing a radio drama of my sister's novel, I wouldn't have helped.
But later I caused my sister to be scolded, and he also helped, so we are even.
I'm sure he's not a bad person. He doesn't have that much malice or scheming.
However, his attempt to trick his sister away was not a misunderstanding.
So I still hate him.
But my sister likes it.
When she spoke to him, her eyes and tone were gentle as water, completely different from the gentleness that an elder showed to me.
I had no choice but to tolerate him.
But don’t even think about me calling him brother-in-law, never!
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