It is rare to see a big moon at night.
Compared to the fact that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, which everyone on earth knows, few people can immediately recite how the moon rises and sets.
Some people even think that since the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, then the moon must rise in the west and set in the east
This is half true.
According to the Chinese lunar calendar, at the beginning of the month, the moon rises in the west and sets in the east. But as the date goes on, the moon's rising position will move eastward day by day. By the middle of the month, it will rise in the east and set in the west. Then, at the end of the month, it will return to the west, just drawing a circle in the sky.
At this moment, just to the east of the sand dunes, a full moon is shining, making the sky brighter than in the evening.
Although it is a far-fetched idea to describe the desert as covered in silver, the moonlight is like frost. If the summer heat had not dissipated, the continuous silver light before our eyes would really have the flavor of ice and snow.
In front of the sand dunes, Han Daxia came back with a bundle of tamarisk branches and sat on a stool next to the campfire, breaking off branches and throwing them in. He raised his hand to look at his fingers that were swollen like carrots, frowned, and stood up to look for the first aid kit next to his luggage.
It's really strange. I applied medicine immediately after being stung, but my finger is still badly swollen.
Not far away, the two camels were still awake, squinting their eyes and chewing the grass they had regurgitated like chewing gum. The little camel, however, was squeezed between the two big camels, snoring softly.
Seeing the little camel, he naturally thought of its "master". And when he thought of a badger, Han Daxia's face suddenly darkened, and he felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.
If it were just an ordinary small animal, after such a long period of contact, even if they couldn't become as close as family, at least they would be able to communicate well with each other.
But that guy can neither please me nor displease me. It seems that he simply doesn't like me and gets angry at the slightest provocation.
As a result, I didn't even have dinner. I spent an hour cooking for a badger and roasted scorpions until my arms were sore. In the end, I didn't get a single bite to eat.
Of course, with his experience of roasting snakes on the island, Han Daxia would not covet the food in other animals' mouths. But a badger just rejected him and ran to Gu Laosan with a roasted scorpion in his hand, stretching out his little paw for him to taste.
Han Da Xia's nose was almost crooked with anger, thinking that it would be fine if you could just do it behind my back, but how could you hit someone in the face like that? You are such a badass... You must be a badger!
He carefully applied medicine to the increasingly swollen finger and wrapped it with gauze. Han Daxia returned to the campfire, breathed a sigh of relief, then took out the small teapot that Gu Lang brought, poured a mouthful of tea into the tea bowl, and sniffed it.
If there was anything else that satisfied him during this trip, it was undoubtedly the tea. He drank a few cups of tea happily, then looked at the watch on his wrist and secretly calculated the time.
It’s not that he’s in a hurry to ask someone to get up and keep watch, but that tonight, Hero Han has another thing to do.
When the moon was at its zenith and the snoring in a tent became sharper, Han Daxia stood up, put down his tea bowl, and slowly approached the tent of a certain salted fish.
"Gu Lang...Gu Lang..."
After calling out softly a few times and seeing that there was no obvious change in the snoring, Han Daxia squatted down and quietly pulled the zipper on the tent curtain.
On the silvery white sand to the north of the tent, the shadows cast by the two camels moved. Someone didn't pay attention, and kept moving his hands, but he didn't notice that there was another small shadow quietly sticking out from the shadows of the two camels.
Seeing Han the hero lifting up the tent curtain, Wang Ping did not go over to stop him.
Of course, this was also because Han Da Xia had no murderous intent, and even now, he actually had no obvious hostility towards Gu Lang. Otherwise, he would have been cold when he reached out to touch the tent curtain.
From beginning to end, a certain salted fish's snoring never stopped.
Wang Ping secretly sighed and was also impressed by this guy.
Less than 5 minutes later, Han Daxia quietly retreated from the tent, pulled the tent curtain again, and held Gu Laosan's cell phone in his hand.
Watching someone sit back on the stool and unlock the door very skillfully, Wang Ping knew that this guy must have been keeping an eye on Gu Laosan for a long time and even memorized his cell phone password.
But immediately afterwards, Hero Han took out his mobile phone, backed up the data in Gu Laosan's mobile phone, and started uploading it to himself.
Wang Ping was somewhat puzzled. He would not find it strange if Han Daxia used this operation on anyone, but when he used it on a certain insignificant person, it made him... made Badger a little confused.
Is it worth making such a big fuss about Gu Lao San's little secret? I'm afraid that the information I got from squatting outside his tent and listening to him talking in his sleep is more comprehensive than what I got from his phone. Could it be that Gu Lao San has some little secret that I don't know about
Wang Ping scratched his head and suddenly became curious.
Ever since that bastard Gu Laosan was suspected of pursuing Wang An, Wang Ping never looked through his phone again.
It’s not that he respects his or Wang An’s privacy, but Wang Ping is afraid that he will see some offensive information between the two of them, so he can’t help but change Gu Laosan’s gender.
The data upload speed was very fast, not because Han Daxia or Gu Lang's mobile phones were so advanced, but because there was no data to upload in their mobile phones. It was nothing more than the address book and some chat records.
When a slight prompt sound was heard, Han Daxia frowned in surprise, checked and found that all the data had been uploaded successfully. He then stood up and quietly walked towards the tent, intending to put the phone back.
As soon as he walked out of the tent door, before Han Daxia's hand touched the door curtain, a WeChat voice invitation voice suddenly rang out from Han Daxia's hand.
“Fuck!”
Han Da Xia exclaimed subconsciously, almost throwing his phone away, and hurriedly hung up the voice invitation. Then he secretly said "bad", not caring whether he would be suspected, he pulled open the tent curtain, threw the phone back to its place, and hurriedly zipped up.
"Huh..."
Seeing that the snoring in the tent had not stopped at this time, Hero Han silently exhaled and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Just as I was about to go back, I suddenly received a voice invitation from WeChat.
Han Daxia: …
Wang Ping almost laughed out loud as he watched someone with a dark face in the night raise his hand to slap him, then hurriedly go to pull someone's door curtain.
It seems that this guy, in a state of desperation, threw his mobile phone into the tent of some lazy guy.
As the saying goes, you can do it once, but not twice. The second time is bad, and the third time is exhausted. This can be said of courage, and it is also applicable to luck.
This time, Han Daxia was not so lucky. As soon as he crawled into the tent with his phone that kept ringing after being hung up three times, he came face to face with the sleepy Gu Lao San.
"What... do you want to do?" Gu Laosan subconsciously hugged his shoulders exposed from his vest, with a look of vigilance on his face.
"I… "
Han Daxia opened his mouth and silently handed over the phone: "Your phone keeps ringing, I'm here to wake you up..."