With the arrival of Ramadan, Dubai's daily routine has also changed.

School hours have been drastically shortened, and most politicians and companies leave work at 2 p.m. Dubai's government offices are all locals, who are already very lazy, and when it comes to Ramadan, the efficiency of work is simply unbelievably low. In addition, the activities of merchants have been reduced accordingly, and business activities have been changed to evenings. Merchant shops are open from six or seven o'clock in the evening until two or three o'clock in the evening.

Night and day, in an impossibly harmonious way, are completely reversed.

Indeed, as I had said to Moses, I began to fast half-heartedly, and did not eat a single bite of food during the day, except to drink water.

Probably because I was too well nourished with oil and water when I was in China, and after three days, I didn't have anything to do. Even the night of iftar is only symbolically 'sexual' to fill a little bit of food. By the fourth day, I was a little sleepy in class, but I could barely get through it. On the fifth day, I saw Jia Yi and them hiding in the lounge to eat after class, and I was already eager to grab it with my teeth and claws.

As Yun Yushu said, I am the most pious when I eat, so I am hungry, and my brain has no ability to think, how can I be pious? The essence of foodie is not to be moved at all no matter where I am.

I was so dizzy that I couldn't help but want to sneak into the lounge to ask Jia Yi for something to eat, but as soon as I stood up and looked back inadvertently, I saw that Moussa was looking at me with his lips pursed in his seat.

I was about to step out of the classroom and unconsciously walked to the last row.

When I walked up to Mousa and Ayub, I realized that I had nothing to say, and I opened my mouth slightly to make up something, but hunger made my mind go blank.

Normally, Ayub couldn't wait to start livening up the atmosphere, but when it came to Ramadan, he was adamant that silence was golden.

I struggled to open my mouth and whispered to Ayub, "Why don't you speak?"

He took a deep breath and spat out only four words: "Save energy." ”

Maybe the amount can't be saved, I just want to absorb the energy now.

Seeing my haggard look, Mosa gently stirred up his dry lips, and his voice was hoarse: "Cece, if you can't stand it, you don't have to force it. ”

Originally, I had already disarmed and surrendered, but his words made my stubbornness 'excited' again, and I wanted to bite a hard breath: "No, I will do what I say." ”

When Moussa heard this, he just smiled, as if he was a little moved.

As a result, within a few minutes of the next class, I fell asleep on my desk and fainted.

When I woke up, it was already out of class, and it was Jia Yi who woke me up. During Ramadan, the teacher was so understanding of the hard work of fasting that I slept the whole class and no one woke me up.

I twisted my neck to look at it, and there was no white robe in the classroom, so I stretched out my hand to Jia Yi and said, "Give me something to eat." ”

For the first time, I felt like a begging for food. No, it's not, I'm asking for food.

Jia Yi spread his hands and said helplessly: "I didn't have much food to prepare, and I have already eaten it." However, the break is about to begin, and the restaurant outside should already be open. ”

I snorted weakly, dragging my exhausted body and slowly trudging out. In my lifetime, to be able to experience such a feeling of hunger can be regarded as a kind of abundance.

Out of the teaching building, I slowly "climbed" to the nearest KFC, ordered things and served them on the table, and when I was about to eat, I found that everyone next to me had put the food on the table and was very quiet. My stomach was 'messy', so I secretly took a french fries and stuffed it into my mouth, and ate like a thief, and immediately someone with sharp eyes stood up and stopped it sharply: "Stop!

I nodded quickly, apologized repeatedly, and expressed my determination. If I get sent to the police station for a piece of fries, that's the real tragedy, and I don't have the face to 'mess around' in Dubai anymore. So, I took out my phone and counted the milliseconds for seven o'clock, my eyelids almost glued together.

Probably because I wanted to eat too much* so strongly that now looking at the screen of my phone, a line of the dream line appeared vaguely: "I received Iftar in the mosque, where are you? I'll bring you one later." ”

What a wonderful thing it is to sit back and wait for someone to bring food. But I'm alone in Dubai, and I'm probably not blessed.

But how could the food of my dreams end up in the mosque? And it was an iftar? I 'rubbed' my eyes, then 'kneaded' and 'kneaded', and this time, the words of the text message struck my mind clearly, and then burst into unexpected ecstasy.

Sender, Moussa.

It turns out that I didn't have a dazzle.