Facing the wall of plants, I studied it carefully.

"I love this wall, how did it come about?!" I reached out and touched the texture of the desert color, and was surprised to see that it was actually real sand, sand of all colors, different thicknesses.

"Different thicknesses, different colors, how did this work?" When I turned to look at Pan Yang, he was already standing beside me.

"It's sand taken from all over the world, and it's white and fine, from Boracay, Bohol, and some small unknown island in the Philippines," he said, gesturing. Like these coarse white sand from Honolulu in Hawaii, yellow fine sand from South Africa and some countries in Central Africa, dark yellow from China's Sansha Islands, yellowish brown from the Arctic Ocean periphery, such as Alaska in the United States and northern Siberia in Russia, yellow from China's Taklamakan Desert, white and yellow mixed from the Dead Sea and the Black Sea, and the bottom of the heaviest color, yellow-brown, and very coarse, from the Sahara! Venezuela, Argentina, and the stamens are permafrost sands from Antarctica. ”

Listening to him finish this big set, my eyes are straight, completely sand sculpture, such a sand painting, actually from all over the world, and really opened my eyes, after listening to his explanation, I quickly withdrew my hand, feeling that my touch, is blaspheming it, destroying it.

Pan Yang saw my small movements, held my withdrawn hand, squeezed it lightly, and said gently: "Don't be careful, this is just a kind of souvenir of the place where my parents worked, not a work of art, and it won't be damaged if you touch it." ”

"How can that be, this is a kind of testimony of their life experience, if I touch it casually, it is a kind of blasphemy against them, I can't accept myself like this. I looked at him earnestly.

He smiled and stroked my wet hair, and then, his eyes fixed on 45 degrees downward, and I looked down at the place where my half-length hair was wet and wet, just ...... My chest?!Just now he grabbed my hair and fell on my shoulders, but I was not wearing underwear, and now the full softness looms!

I yelled, crouching down to cover up. "You, you, you pervert! Hand me the bath towel!!"

For a long time, there was no movement, I looked up at him, he was still standing, a bright red slipped down his nostrils, he had a nosebleed!? I looked down at the ground and whispered, "Wipe your nosebleed." ”

Then I heard the sound of trotting, and the sound of water, and the sound of a rope, and then a soft towel was draped over my shoulder, and another was put on my head, and there was a little rubbing, and then he helped me up, and when we looked at each other again, I couldn't help laughing, how could there be a nosebleed?

"I'll go take a shower, you can rest as you please. ”

"Haven't said anything about ......plants yet," I whispered.

"Huh?" he was stunned, "oh," and suddenly understood.

Then he talked endlessly, it turned out that his parents were geologists and botanists, with the support of the United Nations Environmental Protection Fund, to carry out research work on the cultivation of plants with poor geological tolerance, so it was necessary to collect soil samples and tolerant plants from different geological landforms at different latitudes around the world for research comparison and research, these sand samples were obtained when collecting soil samples and sand samples, and the plants on the wall were one of their research results, non-irrigated plants, which only need photosynthesis and absorption of tiny water molecules in the air to survive and take deep roots, especially suitable for soil and water conservation and restoration in desertification impure desert areas。

After listening to his explanation, I was fascinated and confused, how can there be so many possibilities in a person's life, just studying environmental plants, I can experience so much, my eyes reveal not only intoxication but also envy and longing. What a blessing it would be if I could walk so much with him.

Wait, why be with him?!

I sat up straight and tried to erase the thought that had passed me by the moment. But it seems that everything has been taken into his eyes, and you don't have a meaningful smile, as if you know everything.

I realized that in just one day, I seemed to have hallucinated several times, could it be that there was something hallucinogenic in him, such as a smell, or a sound? I thought again and again, it must be a smell, a hormonal smell!

After touching my hair, he stood up, pulled me up, put me on the sofa, threw me an operation panel, and said, "You can play by yourself, there are small games developed for environmental protection, but it is a beta version, and you can't keep records, I'll go take a shower and wait for me to sleep together!"

With that, he went upstairs.

Forehead...... Am I being confused again? I have to stay awake!, and then I picked up the control panel, turned it on, and sure enough, it popped up called "Dripping into the Sea of Sahara", and I clicked in, and then I fell on my side on the couch and clicked start, and then, and then again...... I don't know anything.