"Dog, drive, go to Kowloon." The cold son is indifferent. The dog responded and started the car and walked away slowly.

It was still rainy and windy. In the morning, the whole city of C was covered with fog and low visibility.

C is a mountain city, and no large area in the city is completely flat, so the buildings in the city are different in height and scattered, as if they were built on terraces.

The window of the car is not closed, and the bone-piercing cold wind continues to rage in the car as the car goes forward. It blows cold son today, but he has not tidied...