"Hey! Be careful!"

Ulysses and I couldn't help laughing when we heard others' blame; to be honest, it was the first time I could still laugh after I gave others trouble.

Maybe because I had a lot of fun last night, I always felt a little overwhelmed after getting up early the next day.

As soon as I saw Senior Ying still sleeping soundly, I really wanted to lie back on the bed; I also thought that Senior Lin, the only member of the group who also studied history, had no time to walk with him today, and the evil thought of escaping into the bed became stronger.

But in order to be able to go to university, I had to give up this idea and complete the task of this inspection well; so I didn't even eat breakfast, so I went downstairs to wait for the bus.

When I was in Dabu City, there were often long queues before the peak hours of bus stops; but when I came here to inspect, it was peak hours, and there were always no ten people waiting for the bus.

However, just as I was sliding my phone, I suddenly felt my ponytail being pulled hard; I suddenly turned around and saw a boy looking at me curiously.

"It's indeed a female devil.

Why are you here too?"

Hearing this familiar tone, I realized that the boy behind me was Chen Jingbang, the younger generation who also came here to inspect.

"Can't you call me senior?" Faced with his presumption, I asked with a grudge in my heart.

"Sorry, I'm used to calling this, and I can't correct it for a while..." He quickly apologized.

"But speaking of this, are you going to the Memorial Park today?"

"Yes." I tied up the ponytail that had been messed up just now.

“It happened that I had something to go there.

Otherwise, I will be your tour guide today, okay to apologize to seniors?" He smiled slightly.

"Anyway, this is my home."

Well, it’s not a bad thing to be a companion – at least I think so at this moment.

"...then I'll trouble you."

On the way to the Memorial Park, he talked endlessly to me about everything about the city and some gossip about Tingchen.

"Tingchen had appendicitis two years ago. When I visited him at the hospital in front of the left, he was still sitting on the bed and memorizing "Mencius"! Alas, if he hadn't been so nerdy, maybe he would have had a girlfriend long ago."

"Is that right...no wonder my grades are better than mine." I smiled bitterly.

To be honest, I don’t hate boys who work so hard; Besides, he is also one of the elites in the school, so it’s okay to make corresponding efforts.

"Scores, scores, money... Can you put other things on your academic master's head?" He sneered and said sarcastically.

Just as I was about to retort, the radio in the car suddenly rang.

“The next stop, Peace Memorial Park.

Next stop, Peace Memorial Park.”

There is no familiar English or Japanese on the radio, but only Chinese and a language that I can't understand at all.

"I haven't heard Cantonese dialect on the bus for a long time." Chen Jingbang smiled slightly, but a faint sadness appeared in his smile.

"What's there to be happy about?" I looked puzzled.

"In the past, most Chinese who came to Canada were immigrants from Guangdong, so basically the older generation knew how to speak Cantonese, but... forget it, let's get off the bus first."

He wanted to speak but stopped, as if he was a mute who had eaten Huanglian.

Since getting off the bus just now, Chen Jingbang has said nothing, contrary to the usual normal chatter.

The trail to the Memorial Park has a fork, the road to the left leads to the Civil War Archives, and the one to the right leads to the War Dead Monument.

For the next inspection report, I had to go to the Civil War Archive to find some useful information first; but as I walked left, Chen Jingbang suddenly stopped.

"I'm sorry, you go first." His face turned pale and his fists were clenched.

"I don't want to go in."

"Why?" I was puzzled.

This guy really makes me unable to understand what he is thinking.

"Because... they are all lying." He covered his face with both hands and said tremblingly.

"Then tell me what the real history is like." I decided to continue asking.

He did not respond, but Xu Bu walked towards the direction of the Monument to the Dead.

I followed him to the monument and saw a black marble erected on the green grass; the monument was covered with moss, like a tombstone that had been disrepaired over time.

"This is the real history." He said earnestly, and then placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the stone tablet.

"My grandfather also participated in this war." He spoke in Chinese while stroking the name of the dead man on the monument.

"The so-called 'national army' killed all the people in the village who could not speak Japanese, razed the entire city with incendiary bombs, threw poison on the river with planes... He saw all this with his own eyes, but the government's textbooks did not mention it."

"Because for the government, they are rebels." I said this inadvertently, making things out of control.

"Aren't the rebels humans?" he roared.

"Have you ever wondered why they were going to fight?"

"...Isn't it because Chinese cannot get along well with Japanese people?" I can only give the answer to the textbook.

"Haha...get along well? Stop joking." He sneered a few times.

"Why do we have to get along well with the Japanese who use chaebols and government power to oppress us?"

"Why must the Japanese be chaebols and must be government officials who abuse their power?" I asked back.

"After all, isn't this your prejudice against us?"

"After the war, we erased our dialect, name, and culture in the name of racial integration... Are you still qualified to say that we are biased??" He glared and regarded me as the enemy who invaded their homes back then.

"You calm down first... After all, this is just a matter of the previous generation, there is no need to be so angry." I tried to end the topic and calm him down.

However, as soon as the words were finished, a slap fell on my left face.

Even if the burning sensation on the cheeks at this moment, it could not reflect Chen Jingbang's full anger.

He burst into tears and shouted in his throat: "I will never see you, a stinky ghost who looks down on us again!"

After speaking, he ran away from the park crying, leaving only me who was stunned in front of the monument.

We clearly live on the same land, but our memories are very different; we clearly meet in the same school building, but our relationship is in a strong way.

I didn't have the courage to question the textbooks I had believed in for many years, but I couldn't prove that Chen Jingbang's grandfather was right.
Chapter completed!