Fog, thin fog spreads between the sky and the earth, covering everything. The sky and the earth seem to be connected into one. The vigorous tricycles are driving on the winding mountain road. People are swaying on the stools on them. Looking down, the sky is as white as the sea of coiled dragons and clouds. The yellow cement road just stretched between the mountains. Zhang Chengen's right hand was holding tightly on the railing on the right side of the car. He felt inexplicably panic. If he fell on such a high mountain road, his body would be shattered.
In fact, he could choose to walk or take a ride. Either way, he would have a clear conscience. It's just that he obeyed the arrangements of the folks and chose the answer he least wanted to see.