When a gust of wind hit, I lost my eyes, pulled up my windshield hat and held a large scroll in my arms, and hid in a small Mongolian tent next to me.

The weather in September is the same as the summer in the interior, with a gust of wind calling for heavy rain.

I walked to the small window of the tent and opened the unfinished WeChat picture with one hand, and the company's circle of friends was blown up, and Gu Yin and Chen Aisi's wedding was broadcast live.

Maybe it was the rainstorm outside that entered the open window slightly, and a large drop of water spread on the screen, blurring Gu Yin's fair and handsome side face, which happened to be a photo of the newlyweds kissing after exchanging wedding rings.

I gently wiped the droplet with my fingers and pressed the power off button.

I put the scroll aside, and with a trembling hand, I pulled out the inner pocket of my stormcoat, and after two times, I finally pulled out a pack of cigarettes, knocked one out, held it in my mouth, and carefully put the rest into the inner bag.

One a day, I've been here for ten days.

I looked up and blinked my damp eyes, the rain stopped, and the sand sucked up the water, as if the rainstorm was an illusion.

The blue sky in the distance, the sand dunes, the asphalt road, and the bright green jeeps parked on the side of the road at some point, all these are as quiet as a painting, and time seems to have stopped.

I fumbled in my pockets, changed my clothes without fire, I'm not a typical smoker, but lately I've been getting one at night, and it's like an addiction.

"Brother, do me a favor and ask for directions," the low, melodious baritone voice startled me.

Turning his head two meters away, he saw the open collar of his camouflage shirt and the tight skin with broad shoulders, and the man was very tall. I moved to stick the cigarette paper to my somewhat dry lips, and I could barely squeeze out a good word.

"Excuse me, I read it wrong, looking for fire?" Before I could see it, the man turned on the army-green iron lighter, and I followed his slender fingers and glanced up, just in time to see his fluttering Adam's apple.

To be honest, I was a little cramped by someone next to me, and smoking was my own privacy in my perception, so I flicked my finger twice casually, and the cigarette branch fell into the sand outside the window with sparks.

I always feel that there are eyes following everything about me, and the person next to me does not speak, but I can't ignore his presence in the slightest.

Anyway, mixed with the steaming heat of the sand after the rain, his presence makes people hot.

I tore off my windshield, tilted my head slightly, brushed my short hair on my forehead with my fingers and asked, "Didn't you ask for directions, where?" "I felt that my throat was a little dry after smoking, so I coughed lightly twice.

Unexpectedly, the tall existence beside him nodded his head, and the corners of his mouth grinned and touched the lines of his side face, and there were actually dimples!

I looked into star-black eyes, his gaze was too direct and thorough, and I turned my head away for a moment.

"Where is the Shuanghe Hotel?" This time, the voice was a little more thought-provoking.

"I'll show you the way, you take me there." I replied unequivocally, reaching for the heavy scroll beside me. But his outstretched hand rubbed the back of my hand to block it, and his wrist turned and rested it on his shoulder very easily: "The man is here, this work is not the turn of the woman." Wanton laughter echoed through the tent, and the back of my hand still had the warmth of the moment it had rubbed against me, and my cheeks were hot suddenly.

The army green cargo pants wrapped around the long legs with strong lines, he walked in front, the military boots creaked against the sand, I looked against the light at the tall back in front of me and covered me, calculating that there should be 188?

I'm tall among girls, 172.

A word stringed into my mind, walking hormones, probably nothing more than that.