The sand is undulating, and the heat waves are cascading. A round of dawn is like a disc hanging high above the sky, boundless and vast, not a single inch of grass grows, and the eyes are all rolling yellow sand. And here, it is the desert outside the Saiwai.

There is a small town on the border of the desert, which is very ethnic, with felt tents with bright and colorful feathers, half-worn flags waving in the wind, and the nomads who live here at night light a bonfire, and the butter-brushed leg of lamb is roasted on the bonfire, and the oil and water dripping on the flame is the sound of Zla.

Holding hands, singing and dancing around the ring of fire, there is a hearty woman with pigtails, bones and silver ornaments on her body, she is barefoot to perform the characteristic dance of the nomads, and everyone's face is full of joy and simplicity.

Dong Huiying and her entourage only arrived in this town this afternoon, and they decided to stay here for a night before leaving.

The wagons were deposited in the town and replaced with desert camels.

Three of the camels were used for camels, and five were used to carry supplies.

This nomadic town with desert characteristics, ancestors came from the depths of the desert, migrated around, and later found this small oasis on the edge of the desert, and settled down on a water source. I was going to wait for the water to run out before moving to other places, but the water here seems to be inexhaustible after decades, so I settled here.

The desert is vast, and it is often impossible to see people for ten days and half a month, and if you are unlucky, it may be difficult to see new faces for several months, in which case it is easy to lack water and food, so you must bring more food and water.

In addition, the temperature difference between day and night in the desert is very large, and people who can dry during the day take off a few layers of skin, and at night the cold wind blows like a knife.

She was wearing a cloak and was counting the supplies on the camel, Hong Xiangjun found her, grabbed her arm and said like a cannon, "Don't get this kind of thing, hurry up and take a look at your Shiro"

"Hao Ming"

"Look"

Hong Xiangjun raised his hand and pointed. Dong Huiying followed Hong Xiangjun's fingers and looked over, and saw a small pile of people, all of them were girls from the town, the old four were surrounded in the middle with a wooden face, and the kitten and the black cat were lying on top of the old four's head, with two small paws padding their chins, looking at these women who surrounded one person and one cat very cutely.

"Big brother, where did you come from?"

"Are you a businessman, are you planning to go to the desert to do business?"

"What's your name, how old are you?"

When the little wife saw this, her face immediately darkened.

She rushed into the crowd with a gloomy face, and the people she squeezed were very dissatisfied, "Hey, what are you doing, what are you squeezing?"

It's really hard to get over if you don't squeeze

"Hao Ming"

She rushed in, grabbed Hao Ming's wrist, and pulled him out of the crowd.

Liang Haoming had a cold face, but his small eyes glanced at the little wife, and he seemed to be a little timid, as if he was afraid that she would be angry.

She dragged him and threw her head forward.

After a long time, she paused, and then suddenly looked back at him with a blank expression.

I don't know why I suddenly felt weak, he shrunk his neck, and subconsciously said, "I didn't touch it"

He hadn't touched them, really, not even a single hair, or he wouldn't have been surrounded by the women like a wooden stake.