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I reached out to pull the covers, but my hand wouldn't lift. What was wrong with me I strained to open my eyes, but all I saw was darkness. I couldn't see a thing.,It is April 1972. This is Yangshutun, a remote village in Heilongjiang Province in Northeast China. Four years ago, my parents died protecting the production team's cattle.,After the rain stopped, a few strong men from the village were organized to dig up the body. The person had already passed away, and Lin Daya's father still held the rope of the ox tightly in his hand.。