The sun was strong and the music in my headphones was hot, so I turned off the music and rode as hard as I could. There are very few cars on this road, and it takes half a day for a car to pass by. Passing vehicles are more enthusiastic about the cyclists on the road, and they always honk their horns when they see them, showing respect for the brave.

I didn't dare to drink more water, the water in my luggage bag was only enough for a day, and if I ran out of water, I would have to die of thirst on the Gobi Desert.

Dark clouds gradually began to appear in the sky, and the clouds became thicker and thicker, and it seemed that it was about to rain. I stopped, found a flat spot and pitched my tent.

Wow! Sandstorm! Sandstorm is coming!

I'm a little happy, but I'm also a little worried. The black wind and sand swept over from the other side of the sky, like a curtain on the stage, pulling from the sky. There was the roar of a sandstorm in the air, and it was still a little scary. It's showing me how tough and domineering it is.

"Damn sandstorms. Come on!" I scolded into Sandstorm's nose.

Before I could finish speaking, I was thrown to the ground by a sandstorm, and its power was so great that it swept away me and the entire Gobi Desert like a cover. It was dark in front of me, and I tried to open my eyes, but the onslaught of the sand and rocks forced me to clench my eyes. Don't dare to open your mouth, the biggest advantage of opening your mouth is that you can eat a mouthful of soil, which is guaranteed to make you scream.

I crawled into the tent with the memory I had just made, and the first thing I touched was the tires of my bicycle. I climbed along the edge of the tent and into the tent, and once I got into the tent, I felt like I was back in the same world. The wind and sand were beating wildly outside the tent, and whether my tent could withstand the sandstorm was also one of my worries.

Lying in the tent drinking the black earth, eating duck neck, and listening to energetic music is a very pleasant thing.

When I started to feel a little sleepy, I vaguely felt a pair of eyes watching me. I rolled over and saw two faces reaching into my tent.

"It's a human or a ghost!" startled me.

Two unfamiliar faces smiled and replied to me, "People, people." Hello, we are also passing through here. ”

I unbuttoned the tent and invited them to come in and sit. They brought food and drinks that they had brought in the car, and we ate them while talking.

"It's such a damn weather on the Gobi Desert that our car was forced to stop!" the man complained. His wife added: "We are so happy to see a tent here, and we can still see people here!"

"Where are you going?" I asked.

The man was eating roast chicken and replied to me: "We are going to discuss business! There are still 200 kilometers to go, who would have thought that we would encounter this weather!"

The woman asked me, "How long have you been riding?"

I replied, "It's less than a week." ”

"I really admire you people, but you have to ride a bicycle to suffer this sin. The woman continued.

After chatting for about half an hour, the man put his head out of the tent and looked.

"Alas, the sandstorm seems to have stopped, we should go! Leave you with all the food and drink! Take care of yourself along the way!" they got up to leave, and I followed.

Their car was parked on the side of the road, blown away by the sandstorm, and the car was covered with a thick layer of soil, and the woman wrote a few words on the hood and said to me with a smile: "Brother, it's a pleasure to meet you, stay safe!"

I waved goodbye to them, and the dust on the car drifted in the wind.

It's time for me to set off and try to ride out of the Gobi Desert in two days. I rode another 200 kilometers, but the weather was not very hot because of the sandstorm just after the sandstorm, so the ride was relatively easy.

At sunset, a dilapidated castle comes into view. I was very surprised, and I was lucky to meet such a majestic building on such a desolate Gobi Desert. I happily walked into the castle, which was in tatters and should have been abandoned for a long, long time.

It's getting late, so I'm not going to go any further today, so I'll spend the night in this castle.

After eating something, I'm looking for something to burn in the castle, and tonight I'm going to have a bonfire party for one person inside the castle.

However, this is just an imagination, and there is not a single bit of wood or anything like that in the castle. The castle is made of pure earth, and there are no wooden structures on the buildings.

Judging by the size of the castle, it must have once been the seat of a tribe. Where have the people gone here? I don't want to know. I sat down, thinking about how I could find some wood.

A rope hanging above the castle caught my eye, and I walked over and watched for a while under the rope.

I curiously pulled the rope hard, and at this time, I felt that my feet collapsed instantly. By the time I reacted, I had fallen underneath the castle.

I patted the dirt off my body and stood up to look around. On the walls around me, there were beautiful murals, and I rubbed my eyes and stepped forward to take a closer look at the contents. In the painting, there are many dancing girls from the Western Regions, their smiles are sweet and realistic, and their dancing postures are beautiful, and I was intoxicated by a stick when I was knocked unconscious.

When I woke up, it was the middle of the night. I got up and looked around, and it was still the same castle, and in the middle of the castle, a bonfire was blazing.

I was amazed, there must be someone here, why was I knocked out by the good guys, and who lit this fire? I felt a pang of trepidation.

"Who? who are you?" I shouted.

After a long time, no one responded to me. A page of flags floated down from the top of the castle, and it slowly floated in front of my eyes. I grabbed the bunting and unfolded it to take a look.

It reads: Stay one night and leave, don't think too much.

After reading the words on the bunting, I was a little at a loss, oh my God! Am I crossing over? Who could be in the castle?

Don't dare to think about it anymore, thinking too much may mean that nothing is wrong, and doing nothing means being beaten.

Now that you're here, let's get high. After a dance song, I danced merrily around the campfire. Even though it was a one-man bonfire, it seemed like there were many pairs of eyes staring at me.

Tired of jumping, he lay down next to the campfire, drank two sips of liquor, and fell asleep unconsciously. This night, I slept very soundly, and in my dream, there were many dancing saints of the Western Regions, they smiled at me, and I couldn't help but walk among them and dance with them in their unique style.

The sun shone on me, and it hurt my eyes. I opened my eyes, sat up, and found that I was sitting on a piece of the Gobi Desert, and yesterday's ancient castle was gone.

Could it be that I'm hallucinating? Where is the castle? Where are the saints?

I still have to keep going, so I packed up my salute and rode my bicycle on, hoping to ride out of the desert as soon as possible.