Starry sky.

There is no heavy industry in Dali, and transportation is not too developed, which limits the high expansion of the population, so that the environment can be so fresh and beautiful.

Standing in front of Duanjia Villa, you just need to bow your head to see the car going away.

Soon, the car's red taillights disappeared completely under the stars.

In just a few tens of hours, it's like a mature ten-year-old emperor Duan, looking at the same time, a lot of old Duan, a sour nose, whispered: "Grandpa, they have gone. You, it's time to go back to your room and rest."

As if he hadn't heard...