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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.,While Lin Daya was out feeding the pigs, we snuck into her house and rummaged through her belongings. We didn't stay long each time, just popping in and out, but we did it so often!。