Finally, it was unblocked, but it started to rain in Sydney. I was suppressed by the epidemic for a long time and couldn't help but look for AIRBNB's cabin. I drove into the mountains alone. After the breath, the valley was not calm. The roof was whistled by the strong wind from time to time. When the wind stopped, I could hear the sound of rain hitting the iron roof. It was already summer in the city. Atai only wore a short-sleeved mountain. When he went out to the supermarket to buy steaks on the road, he was blown so hard that he was trembling and lit the wooden stove. He simply fryed a steak and stuffed it into his stomach. Finally, he dispelled the chill. There was no cell phone signal in the cabin and there was no Internet. He was a little bored. He roasted a small fire by the fireplace, and wrote a story without a head or tail.