The weather in October is much cooler than before. This early morning, with the mood of being slightly relieved by Musa and Yun Yushu's instructions to be safe all the way, we finally set foot on the road.

Eight people, three cars. One of them is a four-seater desert off-road vehicle, and two desert off-road trucks with two people each, and all the items and surveying equipment needed for the desert are loaded in the back of the trucks.

Everyone on this trip will drive, but driving in the desert is no better than on an asphalt road. The road conditions in the desert are complicated, the vision is not good, the speed is too high, there is a danger of overturning, and if it is too low, it is easy to get stuck because of the loss of power. Singh doesn't drive a lot, I don't think I have the skills to drive in the desert, and the others decide to take turns as drivers.

Most of the people on this trip are relatively stable, but there is only one brother named Ricky who is 'sexual' and hot, especially fond of stabbing 'excitement' and adventure. Although he repeatedly said that he would take care of his safety, I had secretly made up my mind that I would not get into Ricky's car when he was the driver.

Today is a clear day, the wind is weak and the clouds are light, and there are no 'waves' along the way. Musa and I sat in the back seat of the buggy, with two big Buddhas, Professor Aymerdin and Singh, suppressed in front. Although he has not been enrolled for a long time, Singh has become the most appreciated student of the professor, he is diligent, hardworking, and rarely spoken, as long as he 'handovers' the generation, Singh will do everything properly. Ayyub, on the other hand, has become a representative of laziness in the eyes of professors.

This was the second time that Moussa and I had sat side by side in the car, the back seat was wide, and we consciously freed up a large piece in the middle, each huddled by the window. Dubai is a city on the desert, and it doesn't take long for it to enter the endless yellow sand barrenness. In the beginning, there were only the voices of Professor Emmedin and Singh discussing academics in the car, but later on, I added a few words to discuss it. As I spoke, I looked sideways and saw that Mosa had fallen asleep against the window.

Either he didn't get a good night's sleep last night, or he hated academic issues too much. I snickered in my heart, just like him, he was embarrassed to come to the desert in the name of "learning knowledge", which was really ridiculous and cute.

The light of the desert shines on him, which looks very delicate, and even the 'waves' of the yellow sand ripple out the slightest rays of comfort. Through the air between us, I could hear his even snort, and his mood gradually softened.

After ten minutes of silence, I suddenly felt thirsty. When I asked the front row, Singh only brought a bottle of water, which had been opened, and asked me to go to the trunk to get it. I was troublesome, so I searched around again, and found an unopened bottle of water by the 'door' of the car at the other end of Moussa, so I leaned over to get it.

With Mossa's sleeping body in the way of the window, and I couldn't bear to wake him, the process was very difficult. I saw that the sandy road in front of me was fairly flat, and I didn't expect any big bumps, so I propped my right arm on the wall of the car next to Musa, and my body was suspended in the air, and I cautiously probed the water bottle with my left hand. At this moment, Mossa's sleeping back was right now, only two inches between his bodies, and my hand had finally reached the water bottle.

Victory fetched water, I breathed a long sigh of relief, and was just about to relax, when I heard Singh's voice burst out: "Cece, what are you doing?!"

I was so frightened that my right arm, which was propping up against the wall of the car, was not stable for a while, and I fell down with the whole person, and slammed into Musa with a "thud".