Hanging up the phone, Musa's expression looked a little solemn, he took a deep breath, calmed the remnants of the fierce struggle, and then secretly spit it out.

"Are you alright?" I can only give such a stretched concern.

"It's fine. He smiled reluctantly at me, frowning again in deep thought.

Silent, I don't know if it's time to say something lively, or if he just wants to be quiet and not be disturbed.

"The ......," we both said at the same time.

He stopped: "You speak first." ”

I didn't know what to say, so I shook my head: "You can say it first." ”

Moussa chuckled under his breath: "Okay, then I said it." He cleared his throat and said in a very light tone, "I hope you can do me a favor." ”

I was embarrassed to 'touch' and 'touch' my head, and said suspiciously: "I just came to Dubai, I am poor and white, how can I help you?"

Moussa turned to look at me, a smile on Kiyojun's face.

"Take me to Professor Emmerdin and tell him that I want to be part of his project. ”

I stiffened.

As if he was suddenly speechless, he didn't know what to say, and it took a long time to react: "You want to go to the desert?"

His eyes were clear, and the corners of his mouth were raised: "What?

"Yes, it's just ......" My voice grew lower and lower, as thin as a mosquito.

"Huh?"

"No, nothing ......"

It's just that I originally went to cut off the love thread, why did you come with me?

I sighed in my heart, tossed back and forth, pursed my lips, and still wanted to find a tactful reason to struggle: "You went to the desert just after Ramadan, I'm afraid my body can't stand it, right?"

"Young, it's fine. ”

"The subsidy is very small. ”

"I'm not short of money. ”

I frowned: "It's damaging your body and not making money, so why are you?"

He paused and replied in a straight voice: "Learn knowledge." ”

I was speechless, but did he really have the consciousness of "learning knowledge"?

Now that he's determined, I'm not in a position to put too much beak in it. The more I want to hide, the more I can't hide, and the escape prompts us to meet again, and how do you know who is the cause and who is the effect.

The car stopped at the hotel's 'door', I unbuckled my seatbelt, thanked Moussa again, and prepared to get out of the car and leave. As soon as he opened the car door, he suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, retracted his feet, turned around and asked him, "Why don't you let Ayub take you to the professor?"

They have been friends for many years, and Ayub is a student of the professor, and if he doesn't go by himself, if he can find someone to help, he will definitely be able to retract some of the professor's favor. And I am just a shallow Chinese 'girl' child with whom he 'intersects'. If he really wants to go, no matter what he thinks, this matter should not be entrusted to me.

Musa's indifferent expression froze suddenly.

I asked again, "Does he know you're going?"

After a moment's hesitation, at last, Mosa shook his head silently, heavily, helplessly.

"Why?"

"Don't tell him yet. Moses let out a long sigh: "When I return, I will speak to him myself." ”

The air inside the car became unbearably hot, and I suddenly realized that I couldn't see anything, I couldn't guess anything. A sense of foreboding filled my veins, and I could be sure that he was hiding something, but I couldn't tell if he was hiding from Ayub or from me.

I lowered my head, and finally said the words of euphemism in my heart: "Actually, you can really not go." There are so many Arabs, you can always find them if you look hard, and there is still time to ......"

“cece。 He interrupted my chattering exhortation and whispered, "I told my mother just now when you answered the phone for me. She finally agreed. ”

His golden-brown pupils looked at me, as if bottomless, with a bitter taste: "She said that when I come back, my life will be different." I was allowed to experience life in the depths of the desert once, only once, one last time. ”