When he was released ahead of schedule from his prison sentence of nearly twenty years, Jiao Zhimin was in his early forties. On his way to his father’s house, his heart was tangled with emotion. Someone else his age would have had his own home to go back to. But the home he was going back to was the one he had left when he was young, just past twenty, because he had killed someone in a brawl and was sentenced to life imprisonment. In prison, he had never lived a day without wishing for a reduced sentence. He was…