The next day, I texted the two brothers and Singh that the Arabs who were willing to go to the desert had been found. He called Professor Aymerdin, and when he got the answer, he took Moussa to him.

In order to reduce the embarrassment of walking with the white robe, I made an appointment directly at the 'door' of the professor's office. Moussa had been here a few times with Ayyub, and it was not difficult to find him.

The process of the 'exchange' was very short, it was nothing more than a question of salary, and Moussa did not care about this, so Professor Aymerdin only asked about the 'sex' symbol, and gladly accepted him as his entourage. The professor then instructed the other project participants to come to the office and check the preparation list again.

Singh, the two senior brothers, and the teachers of the other two project teams all came, and the entire project team totaled eight people. Led by Professor Emmedin, the assignment of each person and the items they need to carry are clearly divided.

Although Musa is a graduate student in petroleum geology, because of his undergraduate business background, the professor still only treats him as an "unskilled" translator, and even his tasks are much easier.

In this way, Moussa and I clearly became the "underdog" in the group, invisibly separating ourselves from the others.

Professor Emmerdin read the items that needed to be prepared, and when I got to the food column, I noticed that it was still the same amount as before, so I directly mentioned it: "Professor, just now we have added one more person to our project team, and you have one less." And, while most of our food is ready to eat, we do cook occasionally, and you miss a pair of cutlery. ”

"Oh yes, I forgot to add a halal to the food, but the cutlery ......" Professor Aymerdin glanced at me, didn't say anything more, but looked at Mousa and asked, "We are not Muslims, do we need to help you prepare a piece of cutlery?"

Musa smiled indifferently and said softly, "No." ”

I was slightly stunned, and finally came to my senses after a while. I had only kept in mind that Muslims don't eat pork, but I accidentally downplayed other concepts. For example, devout Muslims must bring their animals to the mosque to have them slaughtered by the imams, and for example, Muslims cannot share utensils with foreigners......

And Musa ......

I remember the day of Ramadan, when Musa came to my hotel room to bring me iftar, and I was stubborn about making Chinese food for him to taste, and even put it in his bowl...... Looking at his frown, I thought he was disgusted with the food or disgusted with me. It is only now that I realize that I have invisibly violated his precepts......

Some remorse, some shame, and some sweet joy all came to my heart. He could have told me directly, but he was afraid of ruining my interest, so he silently hung his head and consumed the food. If a person will swallow something he doesn't want to eat for another person, does it represent a kind of pampering and pampering?

Thinking like this, I could hardly hide my joy, and slowly approached him with small steps, opened my mouth, and was about to say something, when suddenly I felt a sharp gaze sweep like me.

It's Singh. In his eyes, there was admonition, forbearance, sympathy, and a kind of empathetic melancholy.

I remember that Singh said that he once fell in love with a Muslim 'girl', and that was not a happy story.

The pace of approaching suddenly froze, even if he had the first sprout of love, it was not necessarily something to be happy about. So, I retracted my feet, hung my head, and stood obediently to the side again, no longer speaking.