He never dared to forget.
Wrapped in the scorching hot air at dusk in late summer, Li Mudong stood on the hillside and looked at the horizon. The Dalian soda in his hand was steaming out. He stood behind him, looking at the sweaty and sticky hair on the back of his head sticking to the back of his neck. The hot wind carried his brother's voice. It sounded like it was coming from another world.