The happiest time in the Sahara Desert is running.

Once you determine that your final destination is somewhere where the sun is angry, everything becomes easier.

Racing is just driving your horse to run in that direction, and keep running.

The three people often suddenly run across the Sahara Desert because of various inexplicable things.

Most of the time, one person wants to drive his horse to the front, but the remaining two people chase him inexplicably. The people in front don’t know what’s wrong, but they always act like they don’t want to be caught.

, and rode forward even more fiercely.

It's weird, but - of course, maybe none of the three of them care about this weirdness, they are just playing in this quiet and lively desert, using their own methods.

The evidence for this is that every gust of wind blowing through the desert loudly expressed that they were very happy when riding horses. The laughter spread faster than the wind, and was always able to beat the rushing wind.

A somersault.

"Kitahara, don't you really think it's silly for the two of us to chase the horse in front of us?"

The alchemist wiped his face and shouted loudly - his face was covered with yellow sand given by the oncoming wind, which seemed to soften the pair of eyes that seemed too sharp, like an eagle, revealing another look.

A gleaming look.

The horse's hooves stepped on the ground mixed with small stones and gravel, and the four hooves jumped up, with a speed and agility that far exceeded that of a camel.

The sun was setting behind them.

"What?"

Kitahara and Kaede also asked loudly.

He was riding on horseback, and the night wind was all in his ears. He was mumbling words lying beside him, jumping back and forth from one ear to the other, like a little parrot with colorful feathers jumping from one branch to another.

to another branch.

There may be a certain inevitable relationship between the wind and parrots. Only they in nature can chatter and spend a whole day so lively.

"I said, I think we are stupid - and I am very, very stupid! But the guy running in the front is the stupidest. Why does he let the horse run so fast?"

The alchemist complained loudly again, and at the same time lightly kicked the horse's belly with his foot, causing the horse to accelerate further.

"is that so?"

Kitahara and Kaede heard clearly now, so they turned around on their horses, not caring at all about using the reins to control their horses. They just looked at Phillips with a pair of eyes that had the same color as the sunset, with a bright smile in their eyes.

"But I find it very interesting: Don't you think it's very romantic to ride a horse in the desert, as if you are going to the end of the world?"

"God, but we are not filming a cowboy western movie here. Okay, I admit that I am getting old, but in fact, people want to take their time walking more as they get older."

Phillips lost the habit of being secretive after his last confession, and complained directly: "And maybe there is a military camp in front of us..."

"Oh, I saw it."

Beiyuan and Feng drove their horses up a slightly higher slope, reined in their horses, and squinted their eyes to look back at the past. Under the shadow of the vague light blue moon that had appeared in the sky, they saw the whiteness of the desert.

small dots.

"It's a military camp." He recognized it briefly and then said in a relaxed tone.

The alchemist was silent for a while, then rode his horse and ran to the little bastard, and soon came to the same conclusion:

"Indeed, where has that child gone now? I shouldn't have told him those things about the heart. He has been chatting with his heart these days, and...well, the electronics that will definitely spread rapidly in the future

It’s like a serious device addiction.”

Beihara and Feng touched the camera in their arms, took it out with some guilt, took a photo of the sky in the distance, and then put it back in their arms and hid it.

"He probably hasn't run too far. His heart will remember to remind him to pay attention to safety. I remember that he was a very cute and well-behaved little guy."

The traveler pulls the reins of the horse

At the same time, he gently stroked the mane of the gray horse's head with his hand, and whispered in its ear: "The horse that took us to find the boy, okay? Wait until night, and I will find you some Alamein."

Eat that kind of root plant.”

The gray horse twitched its ears, opened its eyes in excitement, raised its neck and neighed, stood upright, and jumped out lively to find the companions it had been with a few days ago.

Only the alchemist and his white horse were left on the spot, still looking at each other on the slightly undulating sand.

"Young people are really lively."

Phillips whispered something and received a very intelligent nod from White Horse.

The two "old guys" were not in a hurry, they just slowed down and walked over slowly.

The alchemist sat on the horse, looking up at the dusk-filled east, with an airy smile on his face that had never disappeared.

In fact, even when he was complaining before, he was still smiling, as if he was always wearing the same black robe that never changed, very much like an alchemist's.

"Actually, it's quite good." He murmured to himself and whispered to his white horse, "I mean, being young every once in a while really makes people miss those days in Europe, isn't it, dear old man?

Dude?"

The white horse shook its mane, swung its long tail lazily behind it, and then let out a long cry, not sure whether it was for approval or disapproval.

But Phillips no longer cared. He raised his face and hummed leisurely, humming a ditty that was popular in Switzerland five hundred years ago. His voice was scattered in the infinitely wide and lonely desert.

"Ah, the oriole landed on the transparent grapes

The sun is shining wetly, bathing in Lake Geneva

Clear water, my beloved girl

Where are you in exile?"

"My milk-filling mill girl

Where are you in the golden land favored by the sun?

Why do I always see it when I open my eyes?

Do your eyes look clear and wet?

It’s like being on Lake Geneva…”

They have traveled from Northern Europe to Italy, to the deserts of the Middle East, where they witnessed the first desert they have seen in their lives, walked through gorgeous and luxurious streets in an Arabian Nights-like city, and received a bottle of water from a woman on her head.

, the veiled woman gracefully handed over the wine glass.

He went all the way as a doctor, as the most deviant guy, preaching his ideas everywhere, and being expelled by people. He was arrogant and willful, wild and flamboyant, like the god of wine in Greek mythology, having fun on the street

, drinking and singing with those who identify with him, wandering around the world.

But now...

"Kitahara!"

The alchemist rode down the slope and saw his friend at the root of a huge rock, with a bright smile in his eyes: "And you kid, are you really enjoying the feeling of riding a pure horse? Almost.

They all have to run to the outpost ahead."

"No."

The boy turned his head in embarrassment, holding Matthew's long neck lying down next to him with his hands, leaning his face on it, and pressing his heart with his other hand: "I just...just."

"I just wrapped a green plant stem and leaf around a long pole, stretched the pole in front of the horse's head, and then chatted with my heart and forgot about it."

Beihara and Feng completed the matter, reached out and pinched the boy's cheek, which was not soft at all due to running around, and a slightly helpless smile flashed in his eyes: "You know, he is always talking to his heart.

While we were chatting, we forgot what was happening outside."

"Because Mr. Alchemist wants me to always listen to my heart. Only my heart knows where my treasure is. And my heart will help me as much as possible."

The boy obediently allowed the traveler to rub his face and whispered.

"The heart can only do as much as it can, but there are always things it can't help you with - don't rely too much on your heart, and then treat your brain as a superfluous organ created by God."

Phillips closed his eyes and vomited

After saying this, he got off the horse and said:

"To put it simply, are you stupid? I really have never taught a stupider student than you."

What are these things called?

Taking a stupid student and a friend who "fell from the sky" on their way through the vast Sahara Desert, they would later have to pass through military camps and an area prone to war.

The boy hugged his horse guiltily. Kitahara and Kaede sighed and hugged the boy as well: "Okay, Phillips, don't be so strict. We have to cross the military camp at night, and we are so far away from this place.

Even if you are not close, you cannot light a bonfire to expose your position."

The alchemist curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

"Do you need to rest next to me for a while? The sun is about to set, and the temperature in the desert will drop sharply soon. It's better to gather together to keep warm... Ah Qiu!"

"I told you to keep warm! I don't want to ask those terrorists for medicine!"

The alchemist felt his forehead beat slightly, and his heart almost stopped slowing down because of the cough. He couldn't help but replied angrily, and took the initiative to walk over and press the other person's forehead with his hand.

Fortunately, no fever.

Phillips sighed, looking at the well-behaved and innocent look of the traveler when he looked at him, he couldn't help but feel a little more headache, and simply stretched out his arms to hug the other person's thin body.

In the desert, without fire, the methods of heating are often extremely primitive. They are nothing more than curling up and clinging to each other like animals, retaining the remaining warmth of the sun.

Perhaps because of the alchemist's black clothes, the other person felt very warm. The traveler soon yawned and shrank into the other person's arms.

"Thank you." he said.

What answered him was that the alchemist ruffled his hair silently. His movements seemed skillful yet unfamiliar, cautious, as if he was stroking the head of a cat.

Kitahara and Kaede paused subconsciously, a little worried that their too big movements would scare the alchemist away. Then the next second, the alchemist's hand also paused, as if he was also afraid that Kitahara and Kaede would be scared away.

Similar.

The two of them looked at each other for a while, and finally looked away in embarrassment: although they didn't understand why they felt embarrassed.

"Let's rest for a while. After the moon lights up, we will use the moonlight to go to the military camp. I hope the other party can let us go."

Kitahara and Kaede coughed, whistled, let the horses lie beside them to block the cold wind blowing at night, and patted the boy's back with their hands.

The boy was shrinking in his arms, hanging his head uneasily, probably worried about the upcoming war.
To be continued...