69 years old Yu Chao Yang(余朝阳),currently lives in San Fransisco.He has been enjoying his third year of retirement.He sees the calendar:4th of June,2022.In his living room,he sees his grandson is playing Fortnite at a newly bought TV gifted by his parents.The grandson,named Joshua,is shouting loudly after losing a round of game.
Joshua:Fuck!This game fucking sucks!
Yu:额!干嘛说这种话!不可以这样说话!（eh!why do you say those thngs,you cannot talk like that!)
Joshua:Granny!How many times I wanna tell you I don't understand ching chong.
Yu tries to switch to English talking to Joshua.
Yu:You are chinese,why you always play this America game ah!?
Joshua:because I am American?Listen Granny!I have never been to China.I am not chinese.
Yu:you are chinese,in your...
Yu pointed at his heart.
Josh:heart?
Yu:对啦（yes!)
Joshua:So what?Ah!I hate in this totaritalian rule in this family,why I wasn't born in a white family like Kevin!I would been so much easier in here.
Yu isn't mad at him,he felt the same way back when his age.
Yu's phone rings,it's his old friend Wong.
They speak in Cantonese.
Wong:余哥啊,别忘了今天是什么日子啊!老地方,唐人街!（Brother Yu!Don't forget what today is!Same old place,Chinatown!)
Yu hang up his phone.
Yu:Joshua,granny take you a place.
Chinatown,San Fransisco,sunny day.There's a significant number of people,mostly chinese,gathering around the street,protesting about the incidents of the Tiananmen Square Massacre in June 1989.
The guy in the Speaker:33 years ago today,A large group of intellectuals in Beijing,including me,start protesting in front of the Tiananmen Square,requesting about democratic reform in China,back then we are young,energetic,passionate,but naive.We thought we will succeded and the future is bright.I remember,that midnight,I alongside by seniors,shouting:新闻自由!民主改革!（Freedom of speeh!Democratic Revolution.)...my senior standing in front of me,tells me it's the right thing to protest....at the next minute(tears fall down),sorry.
The crowd cheers for the speaker.
The guy in the Speaker:Thank you.I heard gunshots,fire from the army.The people beside me were shot by their heart,their heads...my senior as well...I was scared that I will be next.I try to carry him away,but the blood still pouring....outpouring...Fuck.....I remember.back in april that year,a foreign media is interviewing my senior,when he was riding in a bicycle ,cycling to the protest,the reporter ask him where he was going,"To the protest,he said.""why?"the reporter asked."It's my duty."my senior said.Yes we are,it's our duty.
The crowd cheers again.
The guy in the Speaker:Thank you.It's our duty to let the Chinese government listen to our voices,reform to a even open country to the rest of the world.33 years,right now.Disappointingly,all I see is nothing but even more sickening dictatorship.Look at how they treat their people in Hong Kong,Xinjiang,threateing to eat up Taiwan.Censoring content on social media even small keywords as upon their fragile heart.Hard lockdown on the poor citizens of Shanghai.These,are the exact opposite of what we are persuing back then.So for the comrades who are settleling on this land right now,at least America granted me for the freedom of speech.Letting me express my opinion on the government of China.Thank you.
There are galleries exhibited photos about the history evenst occured in China and the brutality by the CCP to their people.
Joshua:Granny!Look at this!
Yu:What's that?
A photo about the red guards smashing the temples and sculpture of gods.
Joshua: why they smashed buddha.I thought they cannot be destroyed,it's disrespectful.
Yu:.....在他们的眼里,他们是最大的,连神明都不尊敬.神是毛主席（In their eyes,they are the grreatest,they even disrespect the god.The god is Chairman Mao.)
Back home.Yu takes out an old box he has been shelving for too long.Inside are all his things he decided to commemorate.
There are several pictures,mostly stret view,of the Cultural Revolution.He let his grandson see.
Joshua:Who is that girl?
A picture young Yu and the girl triggers a memory from Yu.