After staying in the desert for a while, his delicate mind faded, and he was only asked to sing a song with interest. I leaned back in my seat and looked at him with a smile with my hands in my hands.

Musa glanced at my relaxed smiling face, then looked straight ahead, "Why don't you sing first?"

I was stunned, and suddenly laughed, "It's hard for you to not be able to sing, right?"

Moussa hesitated slightly: "No." I'm already driving and can't be distracted from singing. Now that you're empty-handed, you should of course sing a song. ”

This sounds very reasonable, and I don't refuse, and I respond straightforwardly.

But what song is good to sing?

My voice is delicate and soft, and I like to use slow-paced love songs on weekdays. But now, the majestic desert and the vast land cannot be so unpleasant. In the past, when we went out in the wilderness in China, the teacher always asked us to sing "The Song of the Exploration Team", or "I Sacrifice Oil for the Motherland", which could still 'match' the current scene.

When you are presumptuous, you can say serious things that can make people laugh. In the same way, singing such a "rooted" song in the wild leisure time has a unique fun. I couldn't think of any other song for a while, so I straightened up and began to sing with great interest: "I offer oil to the motherland, and where there is oil, there is my home......"

After singing a few transliterations, I sang happily, and after singing, I felt even more 'excited', and I couldn't help but praise myself in my heart for my dedication and patriotism, and I still wanted to dig oil for the motherland in the desert of the Middle East.

Musa naturally couldn't understand Chinese, and he quietly listened to the whole song I amused himself, holding back the laughter that came out of his mouth, and only spit out one word without saltiness: "terrible."

"Terrible?" I asked, turning to him in surprise and grimacing, "not to that extent, has it?"

He didn't answer me directly, he cleared his throat and brewed his breath.

In the next second, a loud and melodious song floated out of Mouses's mouth, the beat was slow, and the tune was long. He speaks Arabic with a strong Middle Eastern flair. When it is thick, it is like a long cry of an eagle flying alone, and when it is tactful, it is like a line of tears that are affectionately 'intertwined', and the song rushes out of the car, crawling slowly on the open 'swing' and 'swing' wilderness, and even the air rises and falls.

Rao is unwilling to give in, and I have to admit that "I Dedicate Oil to the Motherland" is indeed a bit terrible compared to it.

The sun shone on Mossa's pious face, and I couldn't help but warm my heart as I gazed into his slightly fluttering eyelashes. This man is not only good-looking, but also sings so beautifully, it is really easy to be addicted. It's a pity......

I sighed inwardly, inaudible.

After the melodious singing, Moussa also relaxed his tense mood, and then accelerated the tempo and sang a cheerful song. As I listened, I couldn't help but beat him on the side, and the palms of my hands were not enough, and when he was in high spirits, I didn't hesitate to join in. The two men, one in Arabic and the other in Chinese, did not understand each other, but they were both quite interested. Through the armor of music, the gentle and affectionate gaze is no longer embarrassing, we sing, laugh, laugh and play, I even gently pushed a few arms, and he was happy to accept it, no different.

It was the happiest time of the trip, and no matter how many times I remember it, I will be infected by the excitement and enthusiasm, sometimes happy to tears, sometimes sad to laughing.

And just as we were immersed in the music world of the two people, the truck of Ricky and Singer in front of us suddenly plunged to the side and rushed down the steep sand dunes at full speed. In the thrilling blink of an eye, the car turned several times in a row, and the items and instruments of the car were scattered and messy, and then a violent "bang" sound was heard, the sand and dust were flying, and the car overturned the bottom of the hill.