My Years in Japan

In 2006, the 22-year-old senior official came to Kyoto alone. The plane was late and I missed the pick-up. There were no windows in the dormitory, only a dim incandescent light. He lived in a ten-square-meter room and spent long nights on the lunchbox factory assembly line. His family has been involved in politics for several generations, and his grandfather was a revolutionary of the older generation. The family did not give him a penny, but gave him the confidence that "the descendants of the Gao family will not be bad". From stumbling in Japanese to obtaining qualifications, from living alone to meeting five brothers with different surnames, senior officials have taken root step by step. Love also bloomed quietly under the cherry blossom trees - Lin Xiaoya, an international student from Peking University, entered his life. However, the black hands of right-wing politicians reached out to the Chinese area. Lin Xiaoya fell in a pool of blood to protect senior officials and left her last words: "Use your brain, not your fists." My grandfather said on the other end of the phone: "The intrigues of Japanese politicians are not as lively as the village party secretary election." Senior officials put away their fists and spent ten years planning, collecting evidence, and cooperating with the media to finally bring down the enemy. Twenty years later, under the cherry blossom tree, Gao Gan was surrounded by his brothers, wife and daughter. He thought of the windowless room and whispered, "It was all worth it."