You Are My Sunshine
Part 2

After the door of the room closed, there was slowly the sound of laughter coming from outside. Hearing that, I felt very hurt.

The next day, Jerry was driving and waiting for me outside the door. When I came out, Vivi followed me.

"That's... Brother Wenny... Mom and Dad told me to come home with you. The road to the village is a bit difficult, you might need my help to lead the way."

"Okay, then, thank you.”

Vivi sat in the seat next to the driver. I heard he was drunk on the trip when he came back with Mom and Dad. She vomited and soiled the clothes she was wearing, so Mom and Dad took her to the mall to buy a dress. I was worried that he would get drunk again, so I let him sit in front of me.

Along the way, Jerry treated her with great care. Today Vivi is not as tense as yesterday anymore, but rather quite nice to chat with. He always responds to what Jerry says with a timid and innocent look, making people feel affection for him.

Jerry turned his head and said with joking intent, "Vivi, look at Wenny. Even though you two are the same age, Wenny looks like a caring big brother, whereas Vivi looks like a high schooler. You two clearly look a lot different. But this is very understandable. Wenny had studied abroad and was very independent, he liked to do everything himself, so his personality was so mature."

I sat in the back seat, not responding. However, Vivi's hands clutched the end of her dress tightly, then muttered, "I never went to High School... "

Jerry's eyes were fixed on him for a moment. When I turned to look at Jerry, I found sympathy in his eyes. I understand that the strong always show infinite sympathy and tolerance to the weak. But this sight made my sensitive self feel uncomfortable.

Cars down the asphalt road to the country road. Paddy fields and trees along the way were gradually replaced with vast grasses.

My heart is very tense. Various types of thoughts appeared in turns in my mind, what was really my family of origin, what kind of place was it...

The car shook along the road for about half an hour, until it finally arrived at a "house" called Vivi. The car stopped at the entrance of the village and the three of us walked past one after another flats.

Look iron door dappled and rusty half open. Under the stone pedestal outside the door, there was a ditch with blue water flowing slowly. Inside the door lay a dirty yellow dog. The yellow dog is sleeping. The yard is very quiet.

Jerry looked at me. His eyes were half narrowed and his forehead wrinkled, looking unable to believe what was in front of his eyes.

Vendi Kumala should be Vivi's sister. I heard he was two years younger than us, very naughty.

Justright. The police went straight into the yard. The yellow dog kept barking towards them. In less than a minute, the bald-headed Vendi was taken out. He kept cursing, "Damn it, what are you arresting me for! I hit him because he deserved to be hit! She should be thankful that I didn't kill her!"

When Vendi and I passed each other, our two pairs of eyes interacted for a moment. I felt as if I knew him and could find the look on his face. My stomach was instantly nauseous. I reflexively refuse to accept family and siblings like this.

Before Vendi was taken away, she happened to see Vivi. He spat at Vivi ferociously, "Basins of ungrateful humans, you might still dare to go home! You bastard!"

Vendi was forced into a police car. I dare not look back. Vivi took me and Jerry into the yard. He stretched out his slender arms to caress the filthy yellow dog a few times. The yellow dog's ears slowly loosened back and leaned against his slender palms.

The yellow dog sat quietly on the side. Vivi went straight into the house, while Jerry went behind me sighing, "It's a pity Vivi grew up in this kind of environment."

Whether because I was too sensitive or jealous, I felt very uncomfortable when I saw Jerry being so considerate and sympathetic towards Vivi. If you think about it more deeply, the one who should be living in this kind of bad neighborhood is me, not Vivi. If it wasn't for the exchange, I wouldn't have had the extravagant life I have today, nor would I have met Jerry and fallen in love with him.

The slowly growing depression made me lose the courage to step into the house. Jerry pushed me in the back. As the sole of my shoes stepped on the concrete floor, the gloomy atmosphere within the room slowly enveloped me.

It's a messy, narrow space. In front of me is a narrow alley. Firewood branches scattered along the alley. Each one has one room on the left right of the alley. The room on the left is very small and there is only one single bed. The room on the right is huge. Inside was a dining table and behind the dining table was a bed covered in cotton blankets. A skinny man was seen lying on it.

Hearing our voices entering the house, the man looked indifferent. Vivi yells at him, "I brought my friend over, where's Yanti?"

The man waved his hand weakly and continued to lie on the bed. Vivi looked at us reluctantly, "She's been like that since last year. His lower body was deformed by machine impaling. I'll go find Yanti first."

Immediately after, I smelled a pungent cigarette smell, then came the rude voice of a woman from behind, "Why are you coming home again? Wouldn't you break up with us! You bastard!" In the blink of an eye, when I hadn't even gotten a chance to see the woman's face clearly, a thunderous slap instantly landed on the side of Vivi's face. This was my first meeting with Yanti. The meeting this time also left a deep-rooted humiliation and rejection in my heart.

As the four of us sat around the round table, Jerry and I sat to the left and right of Yanti for fear that she would beat up Vivi again.