When I was fifteen years old, my father collapsed at the construction site on a rainy night, and my mother collapsed and was hospitalized.
> I tore up the admission notice from a key high school and protected my three younger siblings behind me.
In the past ten years, I have become a trapped beast in the reinforced concrete forest, working three jobs to support my crumbling home.
> Until the younger brother stole money to buy brand-name shoes, the younger sister had an asthma attack on the night of a typhoon, and the older sister tore up her college entrance examination application form.
> I smashed the glass of the pharmacy to grab the life-saving medicine. When the fragments pierced my palm, I heard my first scream in ten years.
> Now my brothers and sisters gather around me to sing happy birthday, and the cake says "Happy retirement, brother". The rain outside the window was as heavy as the night my father left.
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The lamp at the door of the emergency room was as pale as a piece of paper soaked in water. It hung above my head, and the edge of the halo blurred into the surrounding thick darkness and the pungent smell of disinfectant, making my eyes dazzled. Every breath made my throat hurt, and the cold air penetrated into my lungs, making my fingertips tremble with cold. My whole body seemed to have been ripped out of bones, and I was leaning limply on the cold metal chair back with countless small scratches. I could only feel the cold air in the gaps between my bones.
Every subtle "click" of the hands on the wall clock was like a small hammer hitting my temple accurately. Eleven forty-seven. This number, together with my father's lifeless face covered in mud and water when he was carried into the ambulance in the heavy rain, is firmly etched in my mind, burning to the point of pain.
"Chen Jun's family? Are Chen Jun's family here?" A voice said
