Back to 1986: Mastering Basic Skills to Fish and Hunt in Northeast China

"It's all done, why are you still here? Planning to be a leech?"
"Tiger, as a man we have to keep our word. We agreed this would be the last time—after this, we're done."
"Get out!"
Lin Hu only felt a sharp kick, followed by a chill that swept over his whole body. He jolted awake.
The sharp, distinct smell of the countryside rushed into his nostrils.
He snapped his eyes wide open.
Before him stood a young woman, not a single thread on her body, clumsily struggling to put on an old-fashioned cloth bra from the 1980s.
Her cheeks were flushed with anger, her pale arms covered in scratches, and her long white legs bore the marks of last night's frenzy—bruised and mottled.
"Liu Ying?"
He was looking at his first love from when he was eighteen.
Lin Hu was dumbfounded.
Such a scene, enough to make one’s blood boil, only made his mind clearer.
Dried corn cobs lined the windowsill, white paper pasted over the window fluttered with a tear.
The walls were covered with yellowed newspaper, a faded "Good Fortune" poster, a rusty sickle hanging nearby.
In the corner sat a jar of pickled vegetables, a broken wardrobe, ceramic bowls, an aluminum lunch box...
Every object, every detail, yanked him back to the wild days of his youth.
"Ying... is it really you?"
To be sure,
Lin Hu reached out to pinch her again.
"Yah!"
Liu Ying shrieked, and with legs as strong as a bicycle pedal, she kicked him off.
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