The night was deep.

Now it's early December, Yanjing belongs to the north and has officially entered the cold winter.

The winter in Yanjing can only be described as cold.

Chen Yang travels from Foshan to Yanjing as if from summer to winter.

When he was on the military plane, Shen Morong gave everyone his military coat. At this moment, Chen Yang and Shen Morong are wrapped in military coats.

Subsequently, Shen Morong got on the bus and Chen Yang sat on the co-driver.

It's eleven o'clock in the evening.

The bleak North wind.

Shen Morong started the car. Chen Yang could not help asking, "What shall we do now?"...