Yang Chu was one of the many who chose to stay, and he knew all too well the mistakes the Japanese had made.
I used to feel inferior because I had the blood of the Japanese nation, and I couldn't even lift my head up.
He was quite lucky; he married and had children with a woman who was also an orphan from Japan.
Both of them were honest and hardworking people who lived a simple but happy life.
They were also implicated during the turmoil in China, but ultimately survived.
The family of three registered at the neighborhood office, but chose not to leave.
The moment they said they wanted to stay, they were greeted with friendly smiles from the neighborhood office staff; it was the first time anyone had ever treated them so well.
He was flattered and overwhelmed.
The staff member smiled and handed them a few sheets of paper.
"Comrade, from now on we are all Chinese citizens. After a while, you can go and update your household registration."
Although these people have household registration, their household registration books will indicate that they were originally registered residents of Japan.
Changing their household registration means they can remove those words, and from then on they will be legitimate Chinese citizens.
"Comrade, how kind you are!" Yang Qi was so excited that his eyes were red, and he kept thanking the staff.
The family of three quickly left the neighborhood office and, looking at the bright sky, suddenly felt a sense of unreality.
"Mom and Dad, does this mean no one will call me 'Little Life' anymore?"
The child said cautiously that when he was in school, many children bullied him and gave him nicknames.
Later, she became increasingly self-conscious, stopped talking, and stopped playing with other children.
His mother patted his head and said, "That's right, from now on we're Chinese, and no one will scold you anymore."
The woman said, her voice choked with emotion.
She took a deep breath. "Honey, let's go buy meat and wine. You can drink as much as you want today."
She was happy, really happy. The label that she thought she would have to wear for the rest of her life, a symbol of shame, had been removed. She was so happy.
The three of them returned home in high spirits, cooked several dishes, and were about to eat when there was a sudden knock on the door.
When I opened the door, I saw my neighbors outside. All the neighbors on both sides of the street had come, carrying bowls and chopsticks and their homemade food.
He was laughing so hard his eyes were almost closed.
"Sister-in-law Yang, is Brother Yang home? We've come to find him for a drink."
"Brother Yang, I heard you really stayed? Good, you're a real man. From now on, we're brothers. Let me know if anything comes up."
"By the way, we're short a skilled worker at our factory. Brother Yang, you're so good at craftsmanship, why don't you come and check out our factory tomorrow?"
Everyone was talking at once, and the usually quiet room was now bustling with activity.
Later, a few more people arrived, and since the room couldn't accommodate them all, they ate in the courtyard.
Her eyes were red, and she kept turning her head to wipe away tears. This was the feeling of being recognized, and it felt so good.
Such things are happening all over the country, and the change in attitude makes it clear that they have truly become a part of China.
However, those who planned to return to Japan shook their heads in disapproval.
They didn't understand. Why stay? Were they going to have to endure hardship again?
Going back means becoming a superior person, while staying means becoming a peasant. They naturally know which to choose.
Because there were many people, the higher-ups sent troops to escort them back to the seaside.
There were no special treatments; everyone was transported by truck, which caused a lot of complaints from passengers.
On a beach, many temporary accommodations have been set up, and the first people to arrive will need to stay here for a long time.
The place was fully equipped, and you could move in with just your bags. Even so, the proud and arrogant person was still not satisfied.
Because their movements were being monitored, they could only wander around the neighborhood each day and couldn't go anywhere else.
People gradually arrived, and almost a month had passed.
That day, everyone got up early and went to the beach, because they had been notified yesterday via loudspeaker that they could take a boat back today.
Soon, the warship docked.
Someone whispered, "I wonder if our country's ships are this big too."
"Absolutely! Our Japan is a world power, how can China compare? I've heard that Chinese people have to bow and scrape when they meet people from Japan."
"I'm so excited! I can finally go back to China. I never want to come back to this awful place again."
Everyone was incredibly excited, and they rushed to the warship, looking at it with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.
In their minds, Japan's warships are definitely stronger than China's.
The officer in charge of the group glanced at the crowd and scoffed inwardly.
I hope I won't regret it when I get there.
The soldiers around him also had slight smiles on their faces, secretly hoping to see what would happen.
The warships made no delays and sped along the way, entering the territory of the Sakura Kingdom that very night.
There were no warships patrolling the island, and not a soul in sight; it was deserted and quiet.
This left everyone, who had expected someone to come and greet them, utterly disappointed.
The people on the ship were driven off by the soldiers and stepped onto unfamiliar land, leaving them at a loss for what to do.
The young child hid behind his parents, looking at the surrounding darkness as if it were a giant beast.
In truth, these children are the ones who are pitiful, because their parents made the choice, and they had no choice at all.
After everyone on board disembarked, a steady voice suddenly came from the warship, still in the familiar Chinese language.
"Congratulations on your return home. I wish you all a bright future and take care."
There was a smile in his voice and a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes, but for some reason they detected a sense of gloating in his tone.
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