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Title: Dark stories of Netmaster's Garden The dark room shades the sunshine and sprinkles gold dust in the cracks. The leisurely and smoggy smell hovered in the air, like an old farmer smoking dry tobacco. Old furniture in the house whispers about the past. A young woman in a cheongsam was about to enter, wearing black high-heeled shoes, and stepping on the threshold. A man in a yellow military uniform was about to go out. Bright leather boots were walking back and forth in the hall. On the chair of Taishi sits an old man wearing a landlord's cap. The old man's eyes are sparkling with tears and silently gazing at all these. Old and new ideas are circling and struggling in his mind, protecting his family or defending his country? When can we go back to each other? Without children, a stable life will eventually not be able to pull his son's heart. Outside the old well, beautiful butterflies spread their wings and dripping drops of water down the eaves. Bottomless well water is a long return, the heat of the sun, the cooling of the well water. The green between the bluestone slabs exudes ancient vitality. Time sprinkles in my dream, capturing an answer, people flow past, years of melancholy, thousands of generations of reincarnation, tossing and turning, time, has passed a thousand years.