The years when I would transform

Although Wang Xiao and Qian Liang spent only a few short days together, this period of time was like a bright meteor across the night sky of each other's lives, leaving an indelible mark.

Friendship between men is so strange. Perhaps it is still the old saying that men have three irons: studying together, carrying guns together, and "loving" confused girls together...

"Let's go, see you later."

Wang Xiao waved his hand with his back to Qian Liang, and then a sudden breeze blew, and Wang Xiao's figure disappeared in the office, leaving only Qian Liang with a heavy heart and the boy with red eyes from crying.

After a long time, Qian Liang took out his mobile phone and called Zhou Hui. As soon as the call was connected, Qian Liang said, "Wang Xiao is here, just left."

"Ah? Wang Xiao is here? Oh my God, he really remembers you." Zhou Hui screamed. She never thought that the legendary figure written in textbooks actually remembered her husband and came to see her husband specially.

"Look at you, making such a fuss. Wang Xiao has already left. He even gave me a gift before he left."

"What gift? The gifts from a big shot like him must be very valuable. Husband, it's not a good idea for you to ask for his gift..." Zhou Hui is a doctor with medical ethics, so her character is naturally good. She knows that the gifts from a big shot like Wang Xiao must be very valuable, and she doesn't want to owe anyone a favor because of this gift.

Because the difference between their identities is too great...

Qian Liang touched the cold black snake wrapped around his wrist and said, "Don't worry, listen to me, the gift he gave is a pet."

"Pet?" Zhou Hui on the other end of the phone was obviously relieved. "Fortunately, fortunately, otherwise I would always feel like I owed them something."

"A mysterious snake from the mysterious realm..." Qian Liang seemed to have some evil taste, and the corners of his mouth were almost curved up to the sky.

Zhou Hui: "I...you...he..."

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you stupid?" The magpie's childish voice came from the phone...

Kudanzaka, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo.

The night was as dark as ink, the stars were hidden, and only the outline of the shrine stood out in the dim light.

This notorious shrine, known worldwide for its complex historical background and controversy, has become a focus of unavoidable pain and reflection in the hearts of many people.

Many Japanese soldiers from World War II, including Class A war criminals, are enshrined in the shrine, which has caused widespread controversy and condemnation in the international community after the war.

However, for some Japanese, this place is a holy place to remember their ancestors and express their grief.

In fact, to put it bluntly, this is where Japan distorts and beautifies the history of its war of aggression. The Chinese people jokingly call it a "toilet."

At this time, outside the shrine, several protesters stood silently holding banners. They hoped that through their actions, more people would face and reflect on history instead of simply avoiding it.

However, this action has already been ignored by the Japanese. What good can protesting do?

Can you burn down the shrine?

Oh, I was wrong. Someone really did burn it, and it happened more than once...

A short-haired woman among the protesters moved her sore arms. She had been holding up the protest sign for half a day and her arms were really tired, but she still insisted on holding up the sign.

A middle-aged man next to her saw this and asked with concern: "Chunru, go back to the hotel and rest. I'll stay here."

The middle-aged man is one of the organizers of the protest and is also the mentor and good friend of the short-haired woman Chunru.

Chunru shook her head gently, "I'm fine, teacher. This history cannot be forgotten, let alone distorted. We stand here so that more people can see and hear it. Even if our voices are small, they are a force against forgetting."

“It’s a pity that many people have forgotten history. I’m afraid that a hundred years from now, this heavy and painful history will only become yellowed words between book pages, easily turned over by the new generation, and no longer stir up waves in their hearts. I don’t want this to happen. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, we must do our utmost to protect the truth of history and not let it become a silent victim.” The teacher took off his glasses, squinted at the shrine, his eyes were complicated, but helpless.

"History is the memory of the nation and the foundation of the country. We cannot let it be forgotten, let alone tampered with. Our persistence is the loudest clarion call against forgetting." Chunru raised the slogan high again. Her thin body seemed to contain infinite power.

The night wind blew by, bringing a hint of coolness with it, but it also blew away the hair on Chunru's forehead.

The teacher looked at Chunru beside him, and the figure of Mr. Zhang many years ago appeared in his mind. His eyes gradually became moist, and he wiped them hurriedly, "There will always be people who remember the cruel crimes committed by the Japanese on the land of China."

At some point, a handsome man stood next to the teacher. The young man had a crew cut, was wearing casual clothes, had a sharp-edged face, and exuded a friendly aura.

The man stared at the shrine not far away and said, "Someone will remember it. As a Chinese, how can we forget history!"

The teacher and Chunru were slightly startled. They didn't notice when this handsome man came to their side. The teacher asked in surprise: "Young man, are you Chinese?"

Wang Xiao looked at the sign Chunru was holding and said, "I am from Zhongzhou, China, Wang Xiao."

The slogan reads [Don’t forget history, keep the alarm bell ringing! ]

"Wang Xiao?"

Chunru felt as if she had heard this name somewhere, or seen this name before, but she couldn't remember it for a moment. However, her teacher's eyes suddenly widened.

"Are you Wang Xiao? Wang Xiao, the person with the fastest evolution speed?"

When Chunru heard what the teacher said, she remembered where she had seen the name Wang Xiao. She had seen this name in the news, textbooks, and forums!

She was so excited that she didn't even bother to hold up the banner. She stood on tiptoe and looked at Wang Xiao and said, "He transformed into a silverback gorilla, created the Tai Chi Rong Dao, fought alone for the country against hundreds of thousands of allied forces, and then left the earth and ventured into foreign lands, suppressing the White Feather Clan with an absolutely arrogant attitude..."

The more she talked, the more outrageous it became. Wang Xiao wanted to ask, "Are you talking about me?"

"...Why did you come to Japan? Are you here to protest too?" Chunru's eyes were flashing with excitement and curiosity. She almost forgot everything around her and just wanted to get the answer from Wang Xiao.

"My visit to Japan is indeed related to this shrine, but it is not just for protest." Wang Xiao looked around with deep eyes, and finally cast all his gaze on the infamous shrine. "The wheel of history rolls forward, but every track should not be easily erased. I want to use another simple way to tell the Japanese, so that the Japanese and the whole world know that history cannot be forgotten or tampered with."

"Another way?" The teacher didn't quite understand and asked, "What way?"