In the autumn of 1984, in the residential quarters of the post office in Lingyun.
It was drizzling and fog shrouded a green field. Somewhere on the second floor behind a phoenix tree, a man shouted in anger, "Devil! You little devil!!!"
In the room, there was an old man with greying sideburns and spectacles, bellowing at a seventeen-year-old young man. The young man had never seen his father so angry before, and he cowered in a corner.
"My…my stamps! You…how dare you sell them off!!" The old man was shaking with rage. "You… Why didn't you tell me?!"
Knock knock knock…. knock knock knock… The child's mother was knocking furiously and shouted, "Old man, what are you doing?! Open the door!"
