Since the age of twelve, Lou Xiaojing has often had the same dream.
Surrounded by mountains under the setting sun, there is a dilapidated rural village with only a loess road leading to the outside world.
On both sides of the road are old tile-roofed houses, and the whole village is deserted, but the doors of some houses are still open, as if people have suddenly disappeared.
He was standing on the loess road not far outside the village, facing the direction of the village.
There was a big tree full of dead branches at the entrance of the village. The tree was tied with white strips of cloth. A group of crows stood on the branches and looked at him.
There was a vague figure walking towards him from the village, getting closer to him every time he dreamed.
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