Nine PM. Han Yiyi and homeless Qi Han sat on Century Avenue drinking beer in the night wind. "This can't go on forever. Can't you talk properly with your parents?" "Knowing them—what's the point? We've disagreed since I was small. I always compromise. Some things I won't say—saying only gets me beaten." "I always feel parents mean well for their children. You never directly told them what you want to be, what career—you just resist passively. To them that's rebellion—they suppress by force. E...