Chapter 26 Boy No. 72 Desert Boy

This boy, take me camping in the desert. sahara desert. He wears a white turban, drives a jeep, has light blue eyes and a beard. He drove into the desert from a certain city in North Africa, and after driving for three hours, he gradually got rid of the gravel desert that had not yet been weathered into sand, and entered the more Sahara-style desert. Occasionally along the road, you will see some hemispherical rocks, which are neatly cut in half from the middle, like half-cut apples lying on the ground.He said that it was something left over from ancient civilizations, and it was so weathered that it had to be split in half from the middle and scattered in the wasteland without anyone caring.

"Ancient civilization? What ancient civilization? Why have I never heard of it?" I asked. He pouted. "What the hell, there are so many ancient civilizations, and you can't manage them all until you die. Such a rotten ancient civilization, only leaving big stones and no gold, deserves no one to care about it." He said. The boy liked the desert very much. He started to rush the jeep over the large slope of the sand dunes in front of him. If he couldn’t make it up once, he would do it again and again until the jeep almost stood upright before he rushed up the sand dunes.He laughed loudly, clearly enjoying himself.

"I'm not crazy. We need to stand a little higher to find the ideal place to camp." I looked down with him, the endless yellow sand, the tail of his white cloth turban fluttering in the strong wind. "Look for flat land between two small sand dunes so that you won't be blown to death by the wind at night," he said. We got back into the jeep and continued to circle the desert. "What are you looking for?" I asked. "Look for water. Find a bigger lake, so that the moon will shine in the lake at night, and the scenery will change. Otherwise, there will be sand all around, which will be boring."

Originally, when I heard boys say that they were going to set up tents and camp in the desert, what they thought of was rolling yellow sand. I didn’t even know that I could find a lake to set off the moonlight, which was quite different from what I thought. The car slammed between the sand dunes for another half an hour, and then the lake really appeared. Boy No. 72 chose a flat sandy land between the two slopes, 500 meters away from the lake, and began to set up a tent. "Keep away from the water, don't get too close to the water, sleeping by the water is easy to meet things that go to drink water, snakes and so on."

By the time we set up our tent, the sun was almost setting.He spread a mat on the sand and told me to lie on my side to watch the sunset. For the first time, I realized that between the setting sun and the horizon, there are so many layers of colors, which are not so obvious when you stand up, but it is very obvious when you lie down. In the desert, the boy wrapped in a big blanket and I accommodated the size of the mat, head to head, legs tucked in like a pair of conjoined twins who hadn’t been cut open, lying on the straw mat. The boy's arrogance is gone, the surrounding is too vast, there is no shelter at 360 degrees, only the big sky and low horizon, he sucks his thumb like a baby.

After a while, the moon came out, but the sun had not yet fully set. There was the moon on one side of the sky, the sun on the other side, the lake on the one side, and the desert on the three sides. "Thank you for taking me to the desert." I said to him in the blanket, still lying there, and he nodded in the blanket. After a while, the whole sky will be full of stars.