Chapter 2 Part 1: Exile

one Three months and ten days ago, on an unusually sunny afternoon, my father kicked me out of the house.The sun illuminated our alley in white, and I ran barefoot to the outside of the alley. When I ran to the entrance of the alley, I looked back and saw my father chasing after me.His tall body was swaying, and he kept waving his self-defense gun that he used to be the regiment leader on the mainland with one hand.His gray hair stood on end, and a pair of bloodshot eyes were shooting fury.His voice, trembling with grief and indignation, shouted hoarsely: brute!brute!