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Mr. Fujino, written by Lu Xun, translated by Yoshitaka Takeuchi. There was nothing special about Tokyo either. When the cherry blossoms in Ueno were in full bloom, the view resembled thin red clouds; yet beneath the flowers, there were always groups of students who had come to Japan as part of a rapid-training program for Chinese students. A bun is wrapped around the top of the head, causing the student cap to rise high, giving it the appearance of Mount Fuji. Some had their braids undone and flattened into rolls; when they took off their hats, their hair was shiny from oil, looking exactly like a girl’s hair. If I were to twist my neck like this, it would be extremely sexy. Tokyo is more or less the same. During the peak blooming season of the cherry blossoms in Ueno, they indeed look like crimson clouds; yet beneath those flowers, there are always groups of students from China attending intensive training courses. With their long braids, these braids push up the tops of their student hats, creating a shape that resembles Mount Fuji. Some also untied their braids and tied them flat; after taking off their hats, their hair appeared shiny, just like a young girl’s bun, and they would even twist their necks a bit. It’s truly extremely charming. In the room at the entrance of the Chinese International Students’ Association, a few books were sold, so it was worth stopping by from time to time. In the morning, the two or three rooms inside were not too uncomfortable to be in. But by evening, the floorboards of one room would creak noisily, and the whole room would be filled with smoke and dust. When I asked the informant, they said it was dance practice. There are a few books for sale at the reception desk of the Chinese International Students’ Association; it’s worth stopping by there sometimes ； If it’s in the morning, it’s quite pleasant to sit in a few of the houses inside. But by evening, the floor of one room would often start to make a loud thudding noise, accompanied by dust all over the room ； When asked someone well-versed in current affairs, they replied, “That’s learning to dance.” ” What if we tried going to another place? How about going somewhere else to take a look? So I decided to go to the medical school in Sendai. Shortly after leaving Tokyo, we arrived at a station whose name was written as \"Nippori\". For some reason, I. I still remember that name. Next, I only remember “Mito”. This is the place where Master Zhu Shunshui, a survivor from the Ming dynasty, passed away as a foreigner. Sendai is a city, but it’s not large. Winter was extremely cold. There were no Chinese students yet. I went to the Medical College in Sendai. Starting from Tokyo, one reaches a post station shortly thereafter, marked as: Nippori. Somehow, I still remember this item to this day. Secondly, only Mito comes to mind; it is the place where Mr. Zhu Shunshui, a loyalist from the Ming dynasty, passed away as a foreigner. Sendai is a town; it’s not very large ； Winter is extremely cold ； There are no Chinese students yet. Perhaps it is because rarity makes things valuable. When Beijing cabbages are transported to Zhejiang, their roots are tied with red strings and they are hung upside down in fruit shops, where they are honored by being called “Shandong vegetables”. Reeds that grow wild in Fujian (grass-like plants, called ‘hui’. When Rokai went to Beijing, he was taken to a greenhouse; I too, who am known as the \"Orchid with a Dragon’s Tongue,\" received such special treatment ever since I came to Sendai. Not only did the school waive my tuition fees, but a couple of staff members even took care of providing me with food and shelter. At first, I stayed at an inn near the prison. It was early winter; it was already quite cold, yet there were still many mosquitoes. In the end, I covered my entire body with a futon, wrapped my head and face in a kimono, leaving only my nostrils exposed to breathe. In this place where there’s a constant stream of breath, mosquitoes can’t get hold of me either, so I was finally able to sleep peacefully. The food wasn’t bad either. However, one teacher kept advising that it was not appropriate to stay there, as this inn was contracted to provide meals for prisoners. I thought it was none of my business if the inn also provided food for prisoners, but since I couldn’t bring myself to be unfriendly, I had no choice but to look for another suitable place to stay. So, we moved to another house. Although we were far away from the prison, as a result we had to drink that indigestible pulp juice every day. It’s probably because rarity makes things valuable. When cabbage from Beijing is transported to Zhejiang, its roots are tied with red string and hung upside down in fruit shops, where it is regarded as \"glued cabbage\"” ； The aloe that grows wild in Fujian is brought to Beijing and placed in greenhouses, where it is given the fancy name \"agave\". I also received such favorable treatment when I went to Sendai; not only was there no tuition fee at the school, but several staff members also took care of my meals and accommodation. At first, I stayed in an inn next to the prison; it was already quite cold in early winter, and there were still many mosquitoes. Later, I covered my entire body with a blanket and wrapped my head and face with clothes, leaving only my nostrils exposed to breathe through. In this place where breathing never stops, mosquitoes can’t interfere at all, and one can sleep soundly. The food isn’t bad either. But one gentleman thought that the inn also provided food for prisoners, and that it was not suitable for me to stay there; he kept saying so over and over again. Although I felt that it had nothing to do with me to provide food for the prisoners at the inn, I couldn’t refuse such kindness, so I had no choice but to find another suitable place to stay. So they moved to another place, far away from the prison; unfortunately, they still had to drink that unpleasant taro stem soup every day. From then on, I was able to meet many teachers for the first time and attend many new lectures. Anatomy was divided between two professors. At first, it is osteology. At that time, who came in was a thin teacher with dark skin. He had a full beard, wore glasses, and was carrying a pile of books of various sizes. As soon as he placed that book on the lectern, he began to introduce himself to the students in a casual tone with little variation in his voice. From then on, many unfamiliar professors could be seen, and many new lectures were given. Anatomy is taught by two professors. It was initially osteology. What entered at that time was a tall, thin man with a moustache, wearing glasses and carrying a stack of **small books. He placed a book on the lectern, then introduced himself to the students in a slow and deliberate tone: 「 I が Fujino Genkurou というものでして……」 “My name is Fujino Genkuro……” ” A few people in the back burst into laughter. Next, he began to lecture on the history of the development of anatomy in Japan. Those books of various sizes were works on this subject, from the beginning to the present day. The first few volumes were in the Tang-style format. There were also reprints of Chinese translation versions. Their translation and research in new medicine are by no means as fast as those in China. A few people behind started laughing. He then recounted the history of the development of anatomy in Japan; those **small books are the works on this subject from its earliest times to the present. At first, there were a few in bound form ； There are also those who reproduce Chinese translations; their translation and research in new medicine are no earlier than those in China. Those who were sitting at the back and laughing were students who had failed in the previous grade and remained in their current grade. I had been at school for a year by then and was familiar with various situations. And to the new students, they explained and had them listen to the backgrounds of each professor. According to that, this Mr. Fujino is careless about how he dresses. Sometimes I even forget my tie. In winter, I shiver in just one old coat. On one occasion, on a train, the conductor mistakenly thought someone was a thief and urged the passengers on board to be careful. Those sitting at the back laughing are the students who failed last year and had to repeat a grade; they have been at school for a year now and are quite familiar with the ins and outs. They then gave the freshmen a lecture on the history of each professor. Mr. Fujino, it is said, dresses in such a sloppy manner that he sometimes even forgets to tie his tie ； Winter is like an old coat that makes one shiver; once, when he was on a train, the conductor suspected him of being a thief and told the other passengers to be careful around him. Their story is probably true. In fact, I have actually seen him show up in the classroom without a tie once. What they said is probably true; I saw with my own eyes that once he went to the lecture hall without a tie. A week passed, and I think it was on a Saturday; he ordered his assistant to have me called. When I went to the laboratory, I found him sitting among human bones and many individual skulls—at that time he was studying skulls, and later an article on this topic was published in the school’s journal. After a week, around Saturday, he had his assistant call me. Upon arriving at the laboratory, I saw him sitting among human bones and many individual skulls; he was studying those skulls at the time, and later a paper based on his research was published in the university’s journal. 「\"Can you take notes during my lecture?\" he asked. “Could you copy down my lecture notes? ”He asked. 「I can do a little bit.” “I can copy some of it.” ” 「Bring it here and show me.” “Bring it so I can see it! ” I handed over the notebook I had written in. He took it and returned it after a day or two. And he said that from now on she should bring it and show it every week. When I took it home and opened it, I was surprised. And at the same time, overcome by a sense of anxiety and excitement, my notes were revised in red from beginning to end; not only were many missing parts added, but even grammatical errors were corrected one by one. Thus, it continued all the way until he finished his core courses: osteology, hematology, and neurology. I handed in the notes I had copied; he accepted them, returned them to me after a day or two, and said that I should give them to him once a week from then on. When I took it down and opened it, I was very surprised, and at the same time felt both uneasy and grateful. It turns out that my lecture notes had been revised from beginning to end with a red pen; not only were many missing parts added, but grammar errors were also corrected one by one. This continued until he had finished teaching the subjects he was in charge of: osteology, angiology, and neurology. Unfortunately, at that time I was extremely careless with my studies, and sometimes even selfish. I still remember it; once, Professor Fujino called me to his laboratory and showed me a diagram taken from my notebook. It was a blood vessel in the lower arm. He pointed at it and said to me calmly—It’s a pity that I wasn’t hardworking enough at that time, and I was also rather willful sometimes. I still remember once when Mr. Fujino called me to his laboratory, he found a diagram in my lecture notes showing the veins in the lower arm, pointed at it, and said to me kindly, \"Look, you’ve changed the position of these veins a little――of course, it’s true that this makes the shape look better.\" However, anatomical drawings are not art. We must not change what the actual thing is like on our own. Now that I’ve fixed it for you, from now on you should write as written on the blackboard.” “See, you moved this blood vessel a little bit out of place.” ──Naturally, with such a change, it does look better. However, anatomical diagrams are not art; the actual objects are what they are, and we cannot change them. I’ve corrected it for you now; from now on you need to draw exactly as it is on the blackboard. ” But I was dissatisfied inwardly. I agreed verbally, but in my heart I thought— I’m still not convinced; I agreed verbally, yet inwardly I thought, \"I’m still the one who can draw better.\" In the actual situation, of course, I keep it in my mind.” “I’m still the one who drew the diagram well.” ； As for the actual situation, I naturally remember it in my heart. ” After the end of the school year exams, I went to Tokyo and spent a summer there. At the beginning of autumn, when I returned to school, my grades had already been announced. Among the little over a hundred classmates, I was in the middle tier and managed to avoid failing. This time, the courses taught by Professor Fujino were anatomy lab and regional anatomy. After the end of the academic year’s exams, I went to Tokyo to spend the summer, and returned to school at the beginning of autumn. By then the grades had already been released; among the more than 100 classmates, I was in the middle tier, but I didn’t fail. This time, the courses taught by Mr. Fujino are practical anatomy and regional anatomy. Around the first week after the anatomy classes began, he called me again, in a good mood, and said in his highly expressive tone, \"I heard that Chinese people revere the soul; so I was quite worried that you might be reluctant to dissect corpses.\" It’s quite reassuring; nothing like that will happen.” “I was worried because I heard that Chinese people hold ghosts in high regard, and I was afraid you might refuse to dissect the body.” Now I’m finally relieved; it’s not true. ” But sometimes he would also trouble me. He said that Chinese women are said to practice foot binding, but he didn’t know the details. He asked me how it was done, and what kind of deformities the bones of the feet would suffer as a result. Then he sighed and said, “I really can’t understand it unless I see it with my own eyes; I have no idea what it looks like.” But there were times when he also put me in a difficult situation. He had heard that Chinese women bound their feet, but didn’t know the details, so he asked me how it was done and what kind of deformities the foot bones would develop. He also sighed, saying, “One has to see it in person to understand.” What on earth is going on? ” One day, a member of the student council from my class came to my boarding house and asked to see my notes. When I took it out for him, he just flipped through it briefly and didn’t take it home. As soon as they left, the mailman delivered a thick letter. When I opened it, the first complaint was── One day, a member of the student council from my grade came to my apartment and asked to borrow my lecture notes. I inspected it and handed it to them, but they only took a quick look at it without taking it away. But as soon as they left, the postman delivered a very thick letter. When it was opened, the first sentence read: “Repent!” “Reform yourself!” ” This is a verse from the New Testament. But recently, it has been cited by Tolstoy. It was around the time of the Russo-Japanese War. Tōō sent letters to the emperors of Russia and Japan, using this line at the beginning. Japanese newspapers criticized his arrogance, and patriotic youths became enraged. However, in reality, I had been under his influence since early on without even realizing it. After this complaint, it said something to the effect that I already knew the questions from the previous year’s anatomy exam, as Professor Fujino had marked them in my notes; that’s why I was able to get such good grades. And in the end, it remained anonymous. It is a sentence from the New Testament, but one that was recently cited by Tolstoy. It was during the Russo-Japanese War, and the elderly gentleman wrote a letter to the emperors of Russia and Japan, beginning with these words. Japanese newspapers harshly criticized his insolence, and patriotic youths were also outraged; yet in secret, they had already been influenced by him. Secondly, roughly speaking, the topics for last year’s anatomy tests were marked by Mr. Fujino in his lecture notes, which I knew in advance, which allowed me to achieve such results. The end is anonymous. That made me remember that there was such an incident a couple of days ago. Since a class reunion was to be held, the organizer wrote a notice on the blackboard; the last line read \"Everyone must attend – no one should be left out,\" and a dot was placed next to the character for \"left out.\" I felt at that time that the ellipsis was strange, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. It is only now that I realize those words were a dig at me, meaning they were a mockery of me for having gotten the questions from the teacher. Only then did I remember something that happened a few days ago. Since a meeting at the same level was to be held, the staff member wrote an announcement on the blackboard; the last sentence read, “Please ensure everyone attends – no one should be absent,” and a circle was drawn next to the word “absent.” At the time, I thought it was ridiculous to be put in such a group, but I didn’t mind it; it was only this time that I realized those words were also mocking me, as if to say I had gotten the questions from the teacher. I immediately informed Professor Fujino about it. Several classmates who were close to me were also outraged; they went together to see the person in charge, demanded an explanation for the rude act of inspecting our notebooks, and asked that the results of that inspection be made public. In the end, this rumor dissipated. Then, the organizer rushed about in every direction, trying to collect those anonymous letters; in the end, I returned this Tolstoy-style letter to them, and that settled things. I then informed Mr. Fujino about this matter ； Several classmates I know were also upset; they went together to rebuke the staff for their rude pretext of conducting inspections, and demanded that they make public the results of those inspections. Finally, that rumor was dispelled, but the officials still made every effort to retrieve that anonymous letter. In the end, I returned this Tolstoyesque letter to them. China is a weak country. Therefore, Chinese people are naturally idiots. Having 60 points or more is not due to one’s own efforts. It may not have been unreasonable for them to doubt this. But I was destined to witness the shooting of the Chinese people next. In the second academic year, a bacteriology course was added, and the morphology of bacteria was shown entirely through slides. After a paragraph, when it was not yet time for school to end, they showed some newsreel footage; of course, it was all scenes of Japan winning battles against Russia. But suddenly, Chinese people appeared among them. It was the scene in which he was captured by the Japanese army and executed for spying for the Russian forces. The crowd gathered around to watch were also Chinese, and inside the classroom, there was still one person there: me. China is a weak country, so of course the Chinese are idiots; scoring over 60 points isn’t considered an indication of one’s own ability – no wonder they’re confused. But then I had the fate of witnessing the execution of Chinese people. The following year, mycology was added to the curriculum; the shapes of bacteria were shown entirely through films. When a section was completed but it was not yet time for class to end, some newsreels would be shown, all of which depicted Japan’s victories over Russia. But there were Chinese people among them: they worked as spies for the Russians, were captured by the Japanese army, and were about to be executed, with another group of Chinese people watching ； There is also another me in the lecture hall. 「“Long live!” They all clapped their hands and cheered. “Long live! ”They all clapped and cheered. This cheering always rose every time a slide was shown, but for me, the cheering at that moment was particularly piercing to the ears. Even after returning to China, I saw people who casually watched the criminals being executed by shooting; they would surely cheer, as if drunk—Ah, there are no words left to say. But at that time, in that place, my thoughts changed. This kind of cheering occurs every time I look at one, but for me, this sound is particularly grating to hear. After returning to China, I saw those people who watched the execution of criminals; they too cheered as if drunk──Alas, there’s nothing to think about! But at that time and in that place, my opinion changed. At the end of the second academic year, I went to see Professor Fujino and told him that I wanted to stop studying medicine and that I intended to leave Sendai. There seemed to be a hint of sorrow on his face; he seemed like he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn’t say anything at all. By the end of the second academic year, I went to see Mr. Fujino and told him that I would not study medicine and would leave Sendai. His expression seemed somewhat sad; it seemed like he wanted to speak, but he didn’t. 「I plan to study biology. “The knowledge you taught me is indeed useful.” Actually, I had no intention of studying biology at all, but since he seemed disappointed, I lied to comfort him. “I want to study biology; the knowledge that the teacher taught me is still useful. ”Actually, I wasn’t determined to study biology; seeing him look so sad, I told a lie to comfort him. 「“The kinds of anatomy I taught for medical purposes are not very useful in biology,” he said with a sigh. “Anatomy taught for medical purposes, etc., probably isn’t of much help either for biology. ”He sighed and said. Two or three days before departure, he called me to his home and gave me a photo; on the back of it were the two characters meaning farewell. And I also asked that they give me a photo of myself. Unfortunately, I didn’t take any photos at that time. He repeatedly urged me to take a photo later and send it to him, as well as to write to him from time to time to keep him informed of the progress. A few days before he was leaving, he asked me to go to his house and gave me a photo with the two characters \"Farewell\" written on it; he also said he hoped to receive a photo of me as well. But I just happened to have no camera with me at that time ； He told me to send him a copy once it was taken, and to keep in touch with him to update him on the progress. After leaving Sendai, I didn’t take any photos for many years. Moreover, the situation wasn’t favorable either; I thought that notifying him would only disappoint him, so I didn’t feel like writing a letter. As time passed, it became difficult to write about it formally now that it was too late, and as a result, even when I wanted to write about it occasionally, I found it hard to pick up the pen. And so, until now, not a single letter or photo has been sent at all. From his perspective, after he left, there was no trace of him at all. After leaving Sendai, I hadn’t taken any photos for many years, and due to my circumstances and lack of anything interesting to do, I was afraid of disappointing him, so I didn’t even dare to write letters. As the years passed, it became even harder to talk about it, so although I sometimes wanted to write letters, I found it difficult to start doing so. And that’s how, until now, I haven’t sent a single letter or photo. From his side, it seems that once he left, there was no news at all. But for some reason, I still often think of him. Among the people I regard as my mentors, he is one who has inspired me the most and encouraged me the most. I often think like this. His earnest hopes for me, along with his tireless efforts to teach, are aimed at benefiting China on a small scale, by fostering the emergence of new medical practices in that country. On a larger scale, it is for academic purposes, with the hope that new medical knowledge will be introduced to China. In my eyes and in my heart, his character is great. Few people might know his name. But somehow, I still often think of him; among those I consider to be my teachers, he is the one who has inspired me the most and given me the most encouragement. Sometimes I often think: his earnest hopes for me, his tireless teachings – in short, they are for China; he hopes that China will have new medicine ； In broad terms, it is for academic purposes – the hope is that new medical knowledge can be brought to China. In my eyes and in my heart, his character is great, even though his name is not known to many people. I bound the notebook he had revised into three thick books, intending to keep them as a permanent memento, and stored them carefully. Unfortunately, seven years ago, during a move, one of the bookshelves was broken, resulting in the loss of half of the books inside it; unfortunately, this notebook was also among those lost. I pressured the movers to look for it, but they never sent any response. Only his photo remains, still hung on the east wall of my residence in Beijing, facing the desk. Every night, when I am tired from work and feel like slacking off, I look up at his face in the light – his dark, thin face that seems on the point of speaking in a tone full of intensity – and immediately I feel renewed sense of conscience and gain more courage. So he lights a cigarette and continues to write those words that earn him even deeper hatred from the so-called \"gentlemen.\" The lecture notes he revised, I had ordered in three thick volumes and kept them as a permanent memento. Unfortunately, when we moved 7 years ago, a bookcase was damaged in the process, and we lost half of our books; coincidentally, these lecture notes were also among those lost. The Transportation Bureau was instructed to look for it, but there was no reply. Only his photo is still hanging on the east wall of my apartment in Beijing, across from the desk. Whenever I feel tired at night and want to slack off, looking up at his pale, thin face in the light, as if he were about to speak in a measured tone, it makes me feel guilty once again and gives me more courage; so I light a cigarette and continue writing those words that are detested by so-called \"respectable people\". October 12th.