I was stunned, frowning, and pondering the meaning of his words.

Lonely men and widows and 'women' living in the same desert may not mean anything in our eyes, but in Ayub's heart, it is not. As Edward told me, Muslims believe that "when a man and a woman are alone, the devil is the third person", Ayyubid's wariness does not mean that he is convinced that there is a problem between me and Moses, but rather that it is dangerous for a man and a woman to be alone.

He was suspicious and tempting, but it was not the kind of angry and determined 'tone'.

So, I faced his back and said in a cheerful voice: "If I don't help you with your homework, then I have time to go." You can help me arrange the location, and I'm going to bring my friends along!"

Hopefully, Ayyub will let his guard down because he thinks that I am a foreigner and that I must be accustomed to being 'unruly'.

He heard my cheerful voice, paused, said "yes" softly, and continued walking towards his car, unable to guess what was going on in his head.

I smiled wryly and got into the taxi.

In the car, Brother Ricky hadn't woken up from the strange atmosphere just now, and asked me curiously, "What the hell happened just now?"

It's really no wonder that he was just a good person who wanted to share the joy, but he didn't expect to accidentally shake it out.

I took a soft breath and whispered, "It's nothing, it's just a misunderstanding." ”

"That'...... Did you really meet two explorers in the desert?"

I groaned for two seconds, closed my eyes, opened them again, and finally made a clear voice: "Yes." ”

Singh sat in the passenger seat, heard the words, turned his head to look at me, and stopped talking.

I looked out the window, and the sparkling sunlight reflected on the smooth façade of the tall building, which made my eyes blur and I couldn't tell where I was going.

Ayyub had already figured out the truth, and I had made up a lie about it, and I think he would have found an opportunity to ask Moses for confirmation. I sighed helplessly, and it seemed that I had to contact Moussa again to inform him of the matter as soon as possible.

After goodbye, it takes courage to reunite. Taking out my phone, my hands trembled, I wanted to send a text message, but I was afraid to leave a record, gritted my teeth, and dialed Mousa's number directly.

The long, noisy bell rang silently, and my heart followed suit. Holding his breath, ready to finish all his words in one breath, he never answered. In my ears, there was only a busy sound of "beep".

I hung my arms, unspeakably uneasy and lost.

In a trance, I soon arrived at Singh's home, in the old city of Dubai. The city of Dubai is split in half by a bay that juts out inland, just as Shanghai's Huangpu River splits the city into Pudong and Puxi, and Dubai is split into the old and new districts. Locals live in the new city, while the old city is mainly populated by migrant workers from Egypt, India, and Pakistan. Most of the neon-lit, extravagant hotels are in the new town, while the old town is full of men and women from third world countries who make a living.

The architectural wonders of the new town are far away, while the old town is full of life, the afternoon sun shines on the silent eaves, blows the colorful clothes hanging on the balconies, and the chaotic buildings are fluttering with a hint of struggle, everything seems to be stuck in the last century.

Singh's home lives here, and behind the prosperity and luxury, there is also the hustle and bustle and backwardness. More and more, I feel that we should look at Dubai dialectically, where openness and conservatism, prosperity and backwardness coexist. It's like heaven, it's like hell.

After Singh was safely delivered home, Ricky was ready to go home, but my mind was still a mess, and I didn't know how I was going to face Mussa's wedding. Do you really want to watch him tie the knot with his bride? But if he doesn't, he is afraid that Ayyub's suspicion will deepen, and it will be against Mosa.

Come to think of it, let's go shopping and relax first.

Nearby is the famous gold market in the old town, with a wide variety of gold ornaments, mostly in Arabic and Islamic styles. The price of gold in Dubai is said to be the lowest in the world, and I originally took a fancy to a necklace, but I didn't have enough money today, so I couldn't think about it in vain, so I bought a ring. was about to pay the bill, but the ghost was stunned, and his eyes caught a glimpse of a men's broadfacial ring again.

Think about it, I don't like to wear gold and silver jewelry on weekdays, so I bought it and gave it back to my parents, of course, in pairs, so I bought it together.

The inside of both rings is engraved with a hymn from the Quran in Arabic, which I don't understand, I don't mind, and the price is not expensive anyway.

Walking down the street, the fragrance in the air makes people's noses itch, and soon they arrive at the spice market, where bags of open spices are neatly placed on the side of the road, and from time to time you can hear the blunt Chinese saying "hello" and "discount", it seems that the purchasing power of the Chinese is quite famous. With a novel attitude, I picked out three fragrances that tasted good, wanting to bring a little change to my life.

Shopping is always a thing that makes the 'woman' forget her worries, and my heart relaxes in this hour of wandering and experiences the joy and pleasure brought by shopping. With excitement on my face, I used to 'sex' take out my phone to check the time, but my smile froze for a moment.

Moussa's missed calls, seven. In the noisy market, I didn't even hear my cell phone ringing, and I almost forgot that I had made a call to him in a taxi.

Suddenly, my phone started singing again, and the screen flashed eagerly, and it was Mosa's number again.

Before my brain could react, my fingers had slid over the on-button and the earpiece was close to my ear, waiting for him to speak.

"Where are you?" he said first, sounding anxious and worried.

"Spice market. I said.

"No wonder, it's so noisy to hear you. He breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you wouldn't contact me again, but I accidentally saw the number just now, and I thought something had happened to you." ”

My heart moved slightly, and his first reaction was to worry about me.

"I'm fine, just just hang out. "I had forgotten my original purpose, and I was incoherently trying to fill the blank space, so I started gossiping with him, "I bought the fragrance that you Arabs like to use, and I went to the gold market and bought a pair of gold rings with the Qur'an engraved on them, but I can't read ......."

"I can show you that. He said.

"Really?" there was a lot of commotion around me, and people kept walking past me, rubbing shoulders one after another, and my body was crooked, and my mind was not very clear, so I just replied according to instinct, "Okay." ”

"That'...... I'm coming to you now?" he asked tentatively.

"Huh?" There were too many people, my mind was filled with all kinds of buying and selling sounds, I didn't hear them too clearly, covered my ears, shouted into the phone, "Wait a minute", hurriedly 'pumped' to a secluded angle, panting, "I'm sorry, there were too many people just now, can you say it again?"

"I'm coming for you. He repeated calmly.

I froze in place, my consciousness slowly regressing, but there was still some confusion. On the one hand, reason told me that I could not see him again, but on the other hand, the thought of "salvation" yesterday was already hovering in my mind.

I said to myself, I am not wrong, the person he loves now is me, he has no feelings for Ayub's sister, he is not married yet, what can I do if I see him again? This excuse just came out, and I suddenly remembered the original intention of calling him today, and hurriedly shouted into the phone: "Don't! Don't come!"

His voice seemed to come from afar: "You hesitated for too long just now, I'm already driving on the road now." ”

"Don't come, I'm calling to tell you something. Ayyub has ......"

He interrupted me: "When you get there, you wait for me at the exit of the spice market." ”

With that, Moussa hung up the phone.

When I dialed the number again, he was gone. I gritted my teeth, stared at the lamppost beside me with wide eyes, and reluctantly went to the exit of the spice market.

Waiting at the exit, I looked left and right, for fear of being discovered. Time passed little by little, but my mind became more and more turbulent. The guilt of being a thief competed with the uncontrollable longing, so that I quietly longed to see his face, and felt a deep remorse for this hope.

The resistance and tearing posture are overwhelming and frustrating.

In my 'chaotic' and 'chaotic' mood, my mobile phone rang, and Moussa said, "Look at the other side." ”

He lowered the window so I could see his face and waved at me. I was desperate to run towards him, but my feet couldn't move.

"Don't hang up. I stared at him across the road and whispered.

"Come here, it's inconvenient for me to come here. "Not only is it inconvenient to drive, but also because of the people around here, he can't come and take me to his car alone.

He is always like this, imminent and fleeting, imminent and immediate, real and destructible. Panic, making people 'want' and reluctant to give up.

"No, I'll just say it here. "My voice is gentle and firm. It's enough to see him here and know that he's here for me. If I hadn't met Ayub today, maybe I would have gotten into the car under the pretext of "saving", but not now, I felt countless pairs of eyes around me staring at us, afraid that Ayub would really tell his sister or Musa's family about it.

So, I said, "Ayub already suspects your motives for going to the desert, and in order to prove your lie, I lied that I met two desert explorers, and that there were four of us who stayed in the desert. Don't come here again, let's go, don't bother you any more. ”

For a moment, Musa fell silent and bowed his head in silence. After a long time, he finally answered in a deep voice.

Across the road, I saw his sad and bitter expression, and my heart was sour. Obviously he was right in front of me, and obviously each other's voices were clearly heard in the earpiece, and it was clear that we were only a dozen meters apart, but we could never get close.