By this time it was already dark, and only one moon hung in the sky, lonely. On this bleak night, seeing the faint smile in Mussa's eyes, I felt a little like I hadn't seen each other for a day.

"Still not sleeping?" he asked softly.

"Can't sleep. The temperature difference between day and night in the desert was quite large, so I rubbed my hands and put them in my pocket, "Aren't you too?"

Moussa laughed at himself: "I'm different. You've got work tomorrow, and I'm just a useless translator. ”

His self-deprecation made me feel a little friendly, and smiled to comfort him: "If we are really 'lost' and we don't understand the language, then you can be of great use." ”

We walked and chatted, and when we saw that the folding stool for the afternoon meal had not been put away, we naturally sat down. The desert was silent, a strong wind blew, I shivered slightly, but I was reluctant to leave, only subconsciously moved to his side, only to find that he was holding a small notebook in his hand, and there was a pen in the notebook.

"What is this?" I asked, pointing to my notebook.

He spread out the notebook, didn't dodge or dodge, and let me lean over to look at it.

"Are these your class notes?" I was stunned, there were scattered knowledge points in the class, and there was no system.

"It's not. He flipped back again, this time in a series of Arabic texts, which Mousa said contained a list of things needed to get to the desert.

"It turned out to be a miscellaneous book, and I memorized everything. It dawned on me that there was nothing special, so I flipped back a few more pages.

My hand was very fast, and Hula carried several pages, and when Moses saw this, he hurriedly reached out to stop me, but it was too late.

On the notebook is a painting, although the standard is not high, but the lines are delicate and very careful. In the painting, a 'girl' child sits at a desk, with a pen in her mouth, her long hair tied into a ponytail, as if she is contemplating. She was wearing a blue 'colored' skirt, and her whole person was refreshing and quiet, which should be an Asian face.

When Mouses saw that I could see clearly, he no longer fought for his notebook, but his breath was 'disorganized' and a little hurried.

I was stunned to remember the day I dressed up for him, wearing such a blue 'color' dress. It was the day after I was alone with him for the first time in the hotel, and I thought we were getting closer, but I was treated coldly by no one in his eyes.

And now this painting ......

I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know where to start. I wanted to pretend to be stupid to cover up the past, but I found that in the lower left corner of this page, there was a mottled mark that had been wiped. In the moonlight, I opened my eyes wide and tried to make out the words, but I still couldn't make out the words surrounded by scratches, only a faint sight of a hidden initial: C.

C?Is it originally CECE written here?

The thought of this made my face turn crimson and hot. Fortunately, the night was dark, and he should not be able to see clearly. I adjusted my emotions, cleared my mind, and joked pretending to be calm: "You painted me so ugly!"

My voice was unusual, like a joke, but also like disapproval. Musa breathed a sigh of relief and picked up on my words, "Drawing casually when you're bored, the technique is not good, that's the only way." ”

"You can't be so ugly when you're bored!" I laughed, muffled my inner turmoil with a raised tone, looked away from the painting, and was about to say another when I was suddenly stunned.

Just now, because I leaned over to look at his notebook, and I got closer to make out the vague traces, now the whole person was almost in his arms. When I looked up, I looked at each other, just a few feet away. The two were so close that their breaths seemed to be entwined.