But Kwong didn’t let go.

So the sound of tearing a picture broke the strange silence in the ward.
"Ahhh-"
Xuechuan Baima actually wailed as if it were his own soul, but in less than a second, it was rustling. It was probably that he had smoked too much coke at the scene of the explosion, and his voice was hoarse. A-guang quickly poured him a glass of water.
At the moment when I took the cup, Xuechuan Baima was in tears. I don’t know if it was because of tears. A-guang saw his father’s turbid eyes flash for a moment.
"father! It’s me! Light! " A-guang strike while the iron is hot "I am your son! I’m not dead! I am back! "
Xuechuan Baima looked at him with tears.
"father! ！”
Xuechuan White Horse reached out and touched A-guang’s head as if touching a treasure that had been recovered. More tears welled up from his eyes. He opened his mouth until he was dumb enough to burst out half a word "you" in his smoking voice.
"It’s me! Father! " A-guang also want to cry "I’m sorry I lied to you! These days, with the man around you, he is not a-guang, and I don’t know what he is. It may be artificial intelligence. It may be fantastic. body double always thinks he is not your son. He is not alive. I am a coward … "
Like hearing the truth of a complicated case, Xuechuan Baima’s eyes widened.
A-guang ignored his father’s reaction and hugged him and cried, "I’m sorry, father. I know that A-guang is very good. He is what you really want in your heart. I don’t deserve it. I’m stupid, timid and have no talent. I’m sorry. I want to escape from your side and this home. You will be more worried if I have him to replace me. I will be the best ending …"
"But I didn’t know you would be so sad to lose him … I’m sorry …"
Xuechuan Baima caressed A-guang’s face and wiped away his surging tears.
A-guang doesn’t know where the courage comes from. He can’t stop crying, and he can’t stop talking from his heart. He is afraid of missing today. He will never have this opportunity again. He is even more afraid that the coward, who will always be abbreviated as Xue Chuanguang, has never been able to have a real cry until the end of his life. It’s not grievance, resentment or fear. It’s that he has always had an endless rain in his past life, and now he is finally together in this world.
A-guang said, "Actually, I really don’t have the ability to be a detective. I’m really not good at your criminal investigation skills. It’s not that I don’t love the world. It’s that I don’t want others to be kind. It’s me and my brother. It’s really different. Brother is brother, I am me …"
"Father, I don’t want to inherit your work, and I can’t be a famous detective for so many years. My dream is still to write a novel. I have been afraid to tell you, for fear that you will be angry, for fear that you will hit me, for fear of seeing your disappointed expression."
"But living like that is a dream for you, but it is not understood for me. Writing novels in hell is also a beautiful thing and an expression of love for the world. Why do you have to think that this is a big violation? Why do you look down on writing novels …"
Like trying to suppress the grief or regret or other emotions, Xuechuan Baima trembled and turned pale, even her face and fingers trembled uncontrollably.
"Actually, I have written many stories without telling you. Every time you check whether I secretly play with my mobile phone, I play hide-and-seek with your big cat like a sly mouse at night. This is probably the only time I have learned criminal investigation skills. I also secretly joined the club and received a notice … Father, it’s not that I didn’t write novels. Can you give me a chance to prove myself? I want to go out to work. I want to earn money and buy a brain. I want to have my own life like my peers …"
Like a long breath, like finally leaving the dark bottom of the lake
泪流满面少年此时如一个终于得到拯救溺水者他说完他心里憋了数时光话语他大口呼吸着、仰头望着他父亲
雪川白马脸色已经从发白变成了铁青
他粗糙手掌离了儿脸由那些奔涌眼泪再次滚落
他干裂嘴唇一种镌刻钢铁力度缓缓启
少年父亲要说什么哪怕是半个字回应
白花花日光灯疯狂拍打窗门雨里少年仰着头等待着
雪川白马手掌高高地扬起
“啪——”
少年等来是一个刮起掌风几乎快把头顶日光灯都打歪、凝聚了雪川白马身力道——巴掌
室光线都暗了一暗
少年整个人被抽到原地旋转了两圈才摔落地
他听到父亲怒不可遏、尽所有力气喊出一个字——“滚！！”
论是疼痛还是眩晕还是他知觉这一刻都日光灯显得比苍白甚不值得被起
雪川白马像是失去了生命所有支撑颓然地坐倒床沿嘴里不停地念着错乱不清话语少年听到了「逆」、「白养你」、「三滥」、「家门不幸」类不堪入耳词汇
眼泪都流干了
少年不知道自己是什么时候走出医院大门
没有人挽留他
劈头盖脸大雨砸他脸包括那个高高肿起巴掌印他一点知觉都没有不会痛也不会冷好像他这具身体已经和理想阿光一起死去了
一起死去还有他梦想连最亲亲人都不肯接受他倾述一个字
Do those people know who will care about his dreams at night?
After all, he is a man who can’t even dream.
Dreams are a luxury usury for him.
He didn’t know what else to pay his father.
The teenager stumbled in the heavy rain, and he didn’t know where he had gone and how long he had been gone.
I don’t know when the busy streets disappeared and the crowds disappeared into the rain.
The teenager finally walked into a secluded alley, and he couldn’t walk any further without anyone. He struggled against the wall for the first time, and the result was failure, of course. He seemed to have failed all his life, and he didn’t get a real praise, except for admiring Yue Lou’s little sister, who often talked about A Guang’s great work. All he had left was to submit novels and get praise from the society, but those were his unknown dreams.
Now the dream was completely shattered by his father, and he finally got up the courage to reveal his heart this day.
The teenager wiped his sour and blurred eyes. He couldn’t tell whether those hot tears or rain, and who boiled the heavy rain in deep winter?
Then he saw a man.
A thin man with an umbrella staggered towards him from the other side of the alley.
I don’t know whether the umbrella cover is too heavy or the rain is too heavy, but the man always can’t see his face clearly when he walks in front of him
He heard the man sigh.
He saw the man’s feet dyed bright red.
The man was bleeding, whether his body was soaked with blood or layers of clothes and blood flowed into the bluestone slabs in the alley.
He found that the man was seriously injured. He wiped his face to hold him before calling for help.
But I heard the population talking.