It is the 1990s, and this is a recollection of youth on the plains of northwestern Shandong, in a stretch of land with Qili to the north and the Tuhai River to the east, a tale of love and hatred written in blood and rain, now faded into mist. Back then, in their youth, they drank blood wine beside the eastward-flowing Tuhai River and swore brotherhood. In high school, they were bound by deep affection and unwavering loyalty, close as could be, and spent three years together as classmates. A season of falling blossoms, a youth without end! The first volume of Zhang Ming’s memoir-style novel, “Storms in the Mortal World”: “Memories of Our Schooldays.”
