The night is deep.

Except for a few bits and pieces of starlight in the sky, it was pitch black almost everywhere. In the daytime, the golden rice fields that are about to enter the harvest period have become dull at this moment, only fireflies are dotted in twos and threes, and a gust of wind blows, faintly...

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