"Grandpa tea, the mountain road is rugged. Why don't you take a rest in the phone and I'll let you out when we reach the top of the mountain?"
Zhang Zian, Fati, and old time tea got off the taxi and looked up at the hill in front of them.
Misty Mountain, which was not very high, seemed to have risen from the ground forever. The top of the mountain was covered with pine trees and cypresses, and the top of the mountain was surrounded by clouds, which reminded Zhang Zian of the fog in the mahogany forest.
It was still a working day, so there were very few tourists around. Even during holidays, there were not many tourists. After all, this was not a famous scenic spot. It only occupied a corner of the tourist map of Binhai city. There were no scenic spots on the mountain, and the only feature was the fog all year round. Who would come to this place just to see the fog, and even climb a mountain without a cable car?