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The endless green hills are like a sleeping dragon entrenched here. The dragon's back is full of greenery and the endless jungle is filled with the sounds of birds and animals. The forest is full of vitality. Among the mountain passes, there is a road that runs along the mountain. It is long and rugged, and slightly stirs up scattered dust. However, a minibus is seen driving alone on this undulating mountain road. The roar of the engine outside the car drowned out all the sounds in the surrounding jungle. The old Hong Kong and Taiwan songs played in the car were particularly harsh among the tattered speakers. The uncle driver cheered and danced to the rhythm while driving, immersed in his own world. . . .