Poorly, my anger had already faded in half. I dare not get out of the car. He asked: ‘Who are you, why don’t I know you? ’
The man moved, only to feel a chill coming over. I couldn’t help but shiver. The man said, ‘Don’t be afraid. Let me tell you the truth, I am not a human being, but a ghost! ’
I heard that it was a ghost, so I gasped. I couldn’t help but tremble. When I was young, I heard people say that ghosts looked very scary, with green faces, fangs, and bloodstained. In order to find substitutes, they often came out to harm people. This ghost must have come to find a substitute, and my heart almost jumped out of my mouth. At this moment, I saw that guy moved his body and said, ‘Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. My name is Sato Shunji, and I am a Japanese. I live at No. 66 Tosho Teji Temple in Nara, Japan. I was killed in a battle with the 74th Army of your country in August 1945. Later, local people buried me beside the highway. So far, I have been lying here alone for thirteen years. My country has forgotten me a long time ago, no one has ever seen me, and no one has burned me a penny of paper money. I stand on this high hillside every day, looking at the distant hometown, alas, it’s already a full thirteen. Years! ‘
As he said, he cried, and after a while, he said:’My family has two children. The eldest son is Taro, the second son is Jiao Yong, and his wife is Michiko. Ritaro is already seventeen this year. After I arrived in China, I received a letter from my wife saying that it was the third month after I left home that my youngest son, Jiao Yong, was born. He was cut off because of the war. Jiao Yong has never seen his father since he was born. He is really a poor child. I don’t know how their mother and child survived these years. ’