My mood of interest precipitated in an instant, the sunset, the yellow sand, the silhouette, all the turbulent 'waves' seemed to be still at this moment, magnificent and thrilling, desolate like a needle prick.

I couldn't help but put down the bowl in my hand and walked quietly behind Moussa.

The round sunset against the ridge line of the desert lined the land darkly, and only a layer of crimson remained on the horizon, shrouding this desolate place.

With his feet on the gravel and a crunching sound, Mosa turned his head and saw that it was me, and smiled, "Cece, you're here too." ”

"Hmm. "I watched the little halo stain Moussa's white clothes, and even the eyelashes were coated with a layer of sunset 'color', and I stood quietly beside him, enjoying the silence and soundness of this moment with him. After a while, seeing that he had been silent, he asked softly, "Look so stupid, what are you thinking?"

I suddenly remembered a sentence I had read in a book before. Mousa looked ahead, did not turn his head, and said softly, "What makes the desert beautiful is that it hides a well somewhere." ”

I remember that this is a classic quote from "The Little Prince", and with this situation, it is really unique, and I commented casually: "If it makes sense." ”

"Yes, that makes sense. Mosa muttered again, suddenly letting out an unpleasant sigh, "But if you find this well, and you find that you don't have the tools to salvage it, will it make the desert look desolate?"

I didn't expect Mosa to suddenly say something like this, and I was stunned and didn't respond.

My silence made him fall deeper into reverie, frowned, and continued: "This well, if you jump down desperately, may never come out again, but if you give up with your teeth gritted, you will feel reluctant in your heart. Either way, it's a dangerous situation. He took a light breath and turned his gaze to me, his words were flat, but there seemed to be burning anticipation in his eyes, "Cece, you say, instead of this, isn't it better not to find the well in the first place?"

The 'waves' of the desert holding the setting sun froze, like a sleeping sea. The dim canopy of the sky slowly opened, making the endless yellow sand look even more desolate and tragic.

Mosa stared at me, and I stared at him in his gaze, when suddenly a gust of wind and dust blew, 'fascinating' and 'flowering' my eyes, and I also withdrew my reluctant gaze.

"Don't think like that. I rubbed my reddened eyes and said, half-slurred, half-uneasy, "What if you suddenly find a tool to get the water out?" ”

Hearing this, he withdrew his gaze, returned to normal, and nodded to himself: "Maybe." ”

The rest of the conversation couldn't be more trivial. The long, hot desert journey was tiring today, and before everyone was asleep, I followed into my little tent.

The wind howled, and the desert at night was filled with a murderous aura, and only the lonely gravel stared coldly at all this. I remembered what Mousa had said, and I couldn't fall asleep.

What makes life beautiful is where it hides unexpected happy people. However, if you meet that person and you find that you cannot hold hands with him, does this become the sorrow of life?

Is that what Moses meant? Or maybe it's just that I'm thinking too much about it.

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but my mood became more and more irritable. The cramped tent is restrictive, so you can put on your clothes and go out alone to breathe. The desert was too empty, and as soon as I went out, I saw a figure standing in the dust, and when I approached, the man turned his face and smiled at me, and it was Mosa.