"Please say one more thing."
Facing the reporters in the audience, he could not raise his head. He only raised his eyes slightly with a hint of ridicule.
"What do you want me to say..."
He was silent for a while and then added another sentence.
"Or, what do you want to hear."
"Mr. Tang, they say that you are a witness and survivor of this disaster. Do you have anything to say to everyone, or... To your friends?"
Tang Lin's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he tightened his grip on the microphone. He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back. He forced a smile and shook his head, indicating that he had said everything he needed to say.
"Mr. Tang, if they are still here..."
Before the reporter had finished asking the question, Tang Lin seemed to be sure of something. He raised his head, his eyes were exceptionally clear, and he spoke.
"Can you let your child call me uncle..."
Indeed, his words were somewhat humble, and they were engraved in his bones and could not be erased by others.
Intention: I want you to live