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knew more and more things that I even could not imagine before. I was not that little boy who was blocked by
parents any more.
The student union played a main role along with Japan declare war on China. It held parades across the main
streets of Shanghai in order to stop the civil war and against the foreign aggression. As a member of the union,
sometimes I had to take part in this kind of public assembly, however it was not very appropriate for my family
background. My parents were always opposed to my behavior that time, they considered that I should not get
involved with my special identity. I couldn’t remember how many times I argued with them, my father always
explained to me with a quiet brief voice ‘It is useless to do those unnecessary resistance, there was no hope at all
for the Chinese future. It is the time to make some changes now. As a son of me, you know that you should
keep at a distance from those, it will create a bad impression if somebody else recognize that. Sometimes both for
me and our family, just stay quiet, you won’t worry about the rest of your life, we have already planned for you
.’
Actually, since the day I joined the student union, the danger was closing to me and my family step by step. The
Kuomintang has already eyed on my father for a long time, they doubted the trade between my father and the
Japanese all along. Now thinking back, I was too young to distinguish right and wrong, maybe it was right to
listen to what my father said.
It was normal day, I went to school as usual in the morning. However, the thing I wasn’t aware happened as the
plan. Kuomintang decided to assassinate our family in order to establish authority among people in Shanghai. My
parents were killed on the spot just in our house, and the nanny who looked after me for over 15 years was not
able to escape from their claws as well. The guard who accompanied my father for 20 years risk his live to tell me
the information ‘ Don’t go back home!’ What’s more, he also brought me the only as well as the most important
heritage which my father left me——a stamp collection.
With the emotion of desperate and furious, I set foot on the road of vengeance.