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When I was in my twenties, I returned to my hometown without success, and things started from there... One day, the sky was dark. I took the bus from the county seat back to my hometown. When I got off the bus, the sky was even gloomier. I remember that it was not like this usually, the sun was always shining brightly. But I didn't think much about it, because there was still more than ten kilometers of mountain road before I got off the bus. , But when I walked into the forest path, it was extremely dark. I saw the world in black and white. I felt that the world had lost its vitality and was dead silent. I started to get scared and anxious. I started running desperately to the place where I remembered my home, but it seemed that I was still too late. I slowly couldn't see anything, and my consciousness began to become heavier and heavier... For a long time, I gradually heard The voices of my parents and grandma, their low and rhythmic unknown notes, and the percussion of jingles, made me slowly feel the sensation in my body. Amidst the percussion of their notes, I gradually woke up. I wanted to ask what was wrong with me, but no one told me. They looked at me. After a day of rest, I felt a bit different. After a day of rest, I regained some energy and walked out. The cornfield at the door felt weird. I was curious about what it was like to be named Bai, so I walked into the cornfield. At this moment, my cousin walked over from the opposite side...