In the scorching sunlight, I squinted slightly, trying to make out every expression on his face. In the midst of the boiling crowd, in the midst of the loud and noisy discussions, Musa simply stood quietly at the finish line, as if he had stayed out of the way.

There are lively 'women' students around who marvel at his handsomeness, they seem to be tourists, while unscrupulously committing 'nymphomaniac' obsession, while sighing about the pity of handsome guys getting married. One of the 'girl' children sighed and complained, "I don't know what his wife looks like, if it doesn't look good, it would be a pity." ”

That tone, that thought, was the same as when Lian Pian and I first met Moussa.

I thought to myself, how do you know what he really looks like, how warm he hides under his cold appearance?

Let me be quiet in the bottom of my heart, and finally be a little vain for him.

On and off the field, everyone looked at him standing at the finish line, and I was 'mixed' in the crowd, becoming a glimpse of countless faces, silent. It wasn't until the participants entered the stadium that people turned their eyes to the camels and people preparing for the event. The participants were all relatives and friends of the bride and groom, and as soon as a gun rang out, the camels ran happily. A white robe fluttered in the sun, and the hooves of camels rolled up dust in all directions, which was particularly magnificent and magnificent.

This is not a professional competition, the participants are mainly for leisure and entertainment, although there is excitement, but no one is desperate to 'mess' around, but shows a leisurely and determined spirit. But even so, it drew cheers from the spectators, and the tourists and women were even more hoarse.

The first man crossed the finish line, and the crowd erupted into a rush of revelry, with the champion rider jumping off his camel and Moussa walking towards the champion surrounded by the crowd, handing him what looked like a prize money. At this moment I could see the expression on his face, with a polite and reserved smile, a little stiff.

As I gazed intently at Moussa, George's voice came out of me, sounding a little disappointed: "This is the end? Doesn't it mean that camel racing is savage? And where's the bride?"

I opened my mouth and was about to answer, when I heard a voice coming from behind me: "This is a wedding competition, not a special 'door' competition, of course, you don't have to fight too hard, everyone is happy." ”

Turning our heads, Ayub was strolling towards us, smiling.

"As for the bride, of course she won't be here, but I'll see my sister at the hotel later. Ayub answered George's question, but his eyes were fixed on me.

I was a little distracted by him, so I laughed dryly and introduced Ayub: "This is George, my friend, an American. George, this is Ayyub, the bride's brother. ”

George shook hands with Ayub and had a DSLR camera on his shoulder, which he kept taking pictures of when he was racing camels. Retracting his hand, George showed Ayub the photo he had just taken and asked, "I'm a photographer, am I allowed to take pictures at the wedding?"

Ayub said: "The men's room is fine, but the 'women's' room is not. If you want to take a photo with the bride, you also need to ask for permission. ”

I was a little dazed for a moment: "Isn't it a men's 'woman' Binri today? Do you want to sit in a separate hall?" In my concept, the so-called men's 'women' Binri means that men, women, and women can sit together freely, so I asked George to accompany me.

Ayub shook his head: "The second half of the men and women do get together, but the first half still has to be separated. ”

I gave George a dejected look and let out a soft "oh". George also patted me on the shoulder and comforted, "It's okay, I'll come to you in the second half." ”

Seeing the interaction between me and George, Ayub's eyes rolled, seemed to be relieved, nodded and smiled: "Okay, I still have something to do, I wish you all a good time today." ”

With that, Ayub waved goodbye and turned around, and walked away. It wasn't until I was sure that he wouldn't look back that I dared to look in the direction of Mosa again. Vaguely, he could only see that surrounded by a crowd, Moussa quickly got into the car and was no longer seen.

The crowd around me gradually dispersed, and I stood in the desert in the sunlight for a long time, until George tugged at my sleeve and followed him into the car.

"You look so lost. George said as he drove.

I quickly straightened my back and cheered up, "I'm fine, I just had a little misunderstanding with the bride's brother, and I was thinking about how to explain it." ”

"Don't say it, this Arab feels like he looks the same. I always felt like I had seen the bride's brother somewhere before, but I didn't seem to have seen it. ”

"You're in Abu Dhabi every day, so you guess you're mistaken. ”

George frowned slightly: "Abu Dhabi has fewer entertainment facilities than Dubai, it is not as open here, if you want to play, you still have to come to Dubai, I used to come here almost every weekend." ”

I hung my head and snapped my fingers: "There is nothing to do in Dubai, those high-end facilities are the enjoyment of the rich, and they don't match me." ”

George smiled and said casually: "Today's wedding must have a solid family foundation, and the hotel I chose is very luxurious." ”

I was stunned, rubbed my fingers, and didn't answer.

George took control of the steering wheel, didn't look at me, and continued: "However, Arabs attach great importance to weddings. The cost of the wedding is paid by the man, but the wedding dress needs to be bought by the 'woman' herself. It is said that the bride's gold jewellery must be brand new when she gets married, so don't forget to 'steal' a few photos for me if you have the chance. ”

"Let's talk about it. "I replied, 'licking' my lips, my throat was so dry that it looked like it was about to crack.

After driving the car into the parking lot, I first went to the bathroom of the hotel to change into a cheongsam dress. Not to show anything on purpose, but I only had this slightly more formal dress, so I used it to make do with it. After changing into cheongsams, George and I walked all the way, and first met Musa's father at the 'door' of the men's hall. He greeted the guests politely, and although he smiled lightly, I could still feel the seriousness of his body. I shudder when I remember that Mousa once mentioned that if we were together, his father would probably break off the father-son relationship with him.

There was a constant stream of people, most of them wearing white robes, and George and I stood out. I couldn't stay too long at the 'door' of the men's room, so after saying goodbye to George, I went to the 'women's' room alone.

Bypassing a barrier sign, I saw a group of 'flowery' and shiny 'women' lined up, wearing all kinds of exaggerated and 'exposed' evening dresses, which made me look too reserved in a cheongsam. A 'woman' came up to me warmly and hugged me, and invited me into the hall with a smile, and I couldn't help but feel flattered.

Although I was nervous and nervous, I still tried to hold my head high and my chest high, and I wanted to be generous and natural. But as soon as I entered the hall, I was still deeply shocked.

Completely different from the festive wedding dress in China, as soon as you enter the 'door', you can see the sofa and T-shaped stage that are essential for Arab weddings. The side walls of the stage are carved with large, intricate and gorgeous images, embellished with various shades of "color", "arrangement" and "flowers". The lantern overhead adopts a unique lantern design, and the light shines through the hollow carved "flowers", shallow sprinkled on the "flower" rich hall, and the whole space is "intertwined" with white "color" and "gold" color, like a magnificent and charming luxury dream.

Looking at the wedding scene, I finally understood why Moussa had been preparing for the wedding since months ago. Its vastness, complexity, extravagance and splendor, how can it be displayed at will.

Looking at the Arab 'women' around them, some of them are still wearing black robes, but more of them have changed into violent 'exposed' dresses that 'exposed' their chests and 'exposed' backs in the front, with heavy makeup and glamour, shining ornaments, and the 'breasts' all over the field are 'desired'. I never thought that the body wrapped in a black robe would be so exaggerated and unrestrained under 'private'. In comparison, my tightly wrapped dress did look very monotonous and boring.

It was only then that I fully believed what George had told me. In the past, I always thought that the black-robed 'women' were all repressed, submissive, and put themselves extremely humble, but when I got here, I realized their wanton 'spirit' power and their unabashed pursuit of beauty.

A 'woman' or 'woman' who looked like a bride was married came to greet me, presumably Ayub had greeted me before, and the man took me to the side of the catwalk, which was indeed an excellent viewing position. I took a wry smile and fidgeted surrounded by a group of Arab 'women'.

When I arrived, the appetizers were already on the table, all typical Arabic flavors. During the feast, many Filipino maids shuttled back and forth, asking me if I wanted dessert and 'milk' tea, as well as perfume to spray. These habits are completely different from those in China, and I didn't dare to try too much, so I only asked the Filipino maid to pour me a cup of Arabic coffee with a golden 'colored' long-spout pot, which tasted a bit like Chinese 'medicine', blending with my bitter mood.

The whole time, I waited anxiously for Mousa and the bride to show up hand in hand. But after a while, I didn't even see the bride's shadow in the hall. Singers and dancers began to perform on the stage, shaking their chests and buttocks, and fighting for their beauty. After a few performances, the relatives and friends present also came to the stage to dance. It is said that it is dancing, but in fact, it is not appropriate, it is shaking and shaking, although it is not 'exciting', but there is no lack of demon 'glamorous' flexibility.

After waiting for a long, long time, I finally couldn't help but ask the person next to me, "Who is the bride?"

"Bride?" the 'girl' next to her took a piece of minced 'meat' rice ball and took a bite, "Bride, haven't come yet." ”

My eyes widened and I was stunned.

This dance lasted for a long time, and just as my breath was relaxing, a little 'flower' boy sat on the sofa on the stage. The 'girl' next to me knocked on my shoulder and said, "This little 'flower' boy is on the stage, which means that the bride is about to appear." ”

I never dared to overdo it as a bride of Mussa. In my impression, there was only a black robe, wrapping a humble body. But when I arrived at the wedding, I realized that she was not as closed and conservative as I imagined.

The bride wears a white 'colored' wedding dress and wears various jewelry around her wrists and neck. I looked up at the bride on the catwalk and felt an unattainable distance. She was not born outstanding, nor was she bleak, but the position she stood in was faintly envied in my heart. I also remembered that George said that the jewelry on the Arab bride's body was provided by the groom's family, and I couldn't help but feel a deep sting in my heart.