2025.

Monday.

Sunny, suitable for sacrifices, prayers, consecration ceremonies, and business openings.

In the southern suburbs of Jingzhou, nestled among evergreen pines and cypresses, a solemn and dignified gray-white building stands quietly.

On the front of the building, the gilded characters "Shen Mingyuan-Sha Zhenjiang Memorial Hall" gleamed in the morning sun, the characters vigorous and powerful, exuding a dignified and upright aura.

The square in front of the memorial hall was already packed with people.

More than 2,000 people, including leaders at all levels from Handong Province and Jingzhou City, representatives of veterans, government officials, teachers and students from schools, and representatives from all walks of life, arrived early and stood in formation.

Everyone wore a solemn and respectful expression.

On both sides of the square, flower baskets presented by various organizations and individuals were laid out, with white chrysanthemums and yellow carnations forming a sea of ​​flowers, expressing people's deep remembrance of the revolutionary martyrs.

Dozens of cameras and video cameras were set up in various corners of the square, and the live broadcast vans of Jingzhou TV Station and Handong TV Station were already in place.

Even CCTV sent a special reporting team.

Reporters, microphones in hand, were making final preparations for their live broadcast.

"Have you heard? Not only is Secretary Sha coming today, but a high-ranking leader from above has also been sent to attend in person!"

"My God, is the higher-ups taking this so seriously?"

"I heard that Grandpa Sha Zhenjiang is Secretary Sha's uncle, could it be that...?"

"This is big news! Could it be that Secretary Sha is going to...?"

"But who is this Shen Mingyuan? I've never heard of him!"

"He's even ranked ahead of Old Master Sha, could he be some important figure?"

"I guess Secretary Sha is trying to avoid any appearance of impropriety. I think this memorial hall is mainly for Mr. Sha Zhenjiang!"

"That makes sense..."

People in the crowd whispered among themselves, their voices filled with anticipation and reverence.

It was exactly 9:00 AM.

"They're here! The leader is here!"

Someone shouted.

All eyes turned toward the entrance to the square.

A convoy of trains slowly approached and stopped at the entrance of the square.

The car door opened, and Sha Ruijin was the first to get out.

He was wearing a dark Zhongshan suit and looked solemn.

Immediately afterwards, an elderly man with gray hair and a sprightly demeanor came down.

Upon seeing the elderly man, the reporters at the scene instantly became excited, and their camera flashes went off everywhere.

"It's my old boss!"

"I never expected it would be this person attending in person!"

Sha Ruijin quickly stepped forward, respectfully supporting the old leader, and whispered something to him.

The former leader nodded, his gaze fixed on the memorial hall, his eyes filled with reminiscence.

Subsequently, a group of provincial and municipal leaders from Handong and Jingzhou also got out of the car and followed behind the two.

The door of the last car opened.

Shen Wang came down.

He was unusually dressed today, wearing a black suit and a black tie, with his hair neatly combed.

Upon seeing Shen Wang, Sha Ruijin immediately stopped and waved to him.

"Xiao Wang, come here."

Shen Wang walked over quickly.

"Old leader, this is Shen Wang, the great-grandson of martyr Shen Mingyuan," Sha Ruijin introduced to his old leader with a smile.

The old leader reached out and firmly grasped Shen Wang's hand, his eyes gentle and kind: "Comrade Shen, hello! Your great-grandfather and Comrade Sha Zhenjiang were both remarkable heroes; the people will never forget them!"

"Thank you, former boss."

Shen Wang bowed slightly and said respectfully, "It is what we, their descendants, should do to build a memorial hall for these two martyrs and let more people know about their deeds."

"Well said."

The old leader nodded and said approvingly, "We must remember history and cherish the memory of our martyrs. Only in this way can we stay true to our original aspirations and continue to move forward."

Sha Ruijin chuckled and said, "Old leader, Xiao Shen really put in a lot of effort to build this memorial hall; he donated almost all the materials!"

"Oh?"

The old leader looked at Shen Wang, his eyes filled with even more appreciation: "Good, it's rare to see such a young man with such a heart."

As they talked, they walked toward the platform in the center of the square.

9:15.

The opening ceremony officially began.

"All stand at attention! Play the aria..."

As soon as the host gave the order, the majestic singing resounded throughout the square.

After the performance, the host announced, "We present flower baskets to Shen Mingyuan, Sha Zhenjiang, and others!"

The melodious "Song of Offering Flowers" began to play.

Sixteen honor guards carried eight huge flower baskets and marched in step to the front of the memorial hall, where they neatly placed the baskets on the steps.

The former leader, Sha Ruijin, Shen Wang, and other leaders walked slowly forward and carefully adjusted the ribbons on the flower basket.

Afterwards, everyone bowed three times to the martyrs.

One hundred students, dressed in matching school uniforms, held flowers and sang in unison.

The clear and melodious singing echoed in the square, full of vitality and hope.

Next, Sha Ruijin delivered a speech.

Standing on the platform, he spoke in a loud and heartfelt voice: "Today, with the utmost reverence, we solemnly hold the opening ceremony of the Shen Mingyuan-Sha Zhenjiang Memorial Hall."

"Let us jointly commemorate the great achievements of these two martyrs, express our condolences, and carry on their spirit..."

Sha Ruijin's speech was met with enthusiastic applause from the audience.

Following that, the former leader also delivered a brief speech.

He highly praised the spirit of Shen Mingyuan and Sha Zhenjiang, emphasized the importance of remembering history and cherishing the memory of martyrs, and announced the official opening of the memorial hall.

Finally, the host invited the former leader, Sha Ruijin, and Shen Wang to jointly unveil the memorial hall.

The three walked to the entrance of the memorial hall and together pulled down the red silk covering the plaque.

The gilded characters of "Shen Mingyuan-Shazhenjiang Memorial Hall" shone brightly in the sunlight.

The entire audience erupted in thunderous applause.

The applause lasted for a long time.

After the opening ceremony, leaders and representatives from all walks of life, led by the guide, slowly walked into the memorial hall for a visit.

The heavy solid wood door was slowly pushed open, and a solemn and dignified atmosphere rushed out.

At first, the crowd maintained their usual politeness and distance.

Many people actually feel that this is just another generic red memorial hall, displaying a few old photos and replicas, and that's it.

Some people even gossiped privately, saying that this was a vanity project put on by Secretary Sha to commemorate his uncle and to casually include an unrelated person, Shen Mingyuan.

But when they entered the first exhibition hall, everyone involuntarily stopped in their tracks.

The walls of the entire exhibition hall were covered with black and white photographs.

Not the blurry images they had seen countless times in textbooks, but raw photographs that were shockingly clear.

The photos starkly document the crimes of the Japanese soldiers—burning, killing, and looting:

Burned-down villages, massacred civilians, looted supplies...

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