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Bao Danhua only felt pain in his eyes, looked up at Gongsun Yingwei, and couldn't help sobbing aggrievedly.

Gongsun Yingwei touched her head, hugged her in his arms and comforted her.

After stabilizing her mood for a while, Gongsun Yingwei walked back to the slope to collect the bag, and searched for Danhua's glasses along the way, but found nothing.

He helped Danhua to the nearest rest shed under the sand dunes. Danhua took off his mask and rinsed his mouth desperately. Although he was wearing a mask, all the sand piled up when he rolled down.

Gongsun Yingwei also took off his sunglasses and mask, took out a wet tissue, and asked her to wipe her face clean, then raised her fair and tender face, and carefully observed her eyes: "Turn your eyes."

Bao Danhua rolled her eyes obediently, and Gongsun Yingwei came closer and blew into her eyes with gentle movements, and then helped her remove the fine sand around her eyes with a clean wet tissue.

"There's still sand, keep crying."

"...I can't cry anymore."

"No salary this month."

"Okay, I'll brew it up."

Taking advantage of Bao Danhua's brewing time, Gongsun Yingwei tidied himself up. The boots were filled with sand, and even the socks could not escape bad luck.

Bao Danhua squeezed tears for a few more minutes, but there was still panic in his eyes, but it was much better than before, and the rest had to be dealt with after returning to the hotel.

Gongsun Yingwei forgot to pick up the shoe cover, it is impossible to go to the desert again, and Bao Danhua also has a serious shadow, so he walked to the Crescent Lake.

The water of Crescent Moon Spring is very clear and glows golden under the sun. Bao Danhua squatted down and picked up a palm of water, tasted it: "It's very sweet, do you want to taste it?"

Before Gongsun Yingwei could answer, a couple next to him walked forward and said, "Is this water drinkable?"

"Don't drink it, it's poured in artificially, who knows where the water came from."

"..."

Seeing this scene, Gongsun Yingwei lowered his head and held back his laughter, then looked at Bao Danhua whose face was darkened, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing at, I don't know." She pursed her mouth and muttered, "And it's really sweet."

Seeing her like this, Gongsun Yingwei walked over and knelt down beside her, picked up a palm of water and drank it: "It's quite sweet."

Bao Danhua looked at him in surprise: "You know it's artificial?"

"Check to see if what you're saying is true."

In the afternoon, the wind swept in like a vent, and the entire Mingsha Mountain was shrouded in the misty wind and sand.Bao Danhua wrapped his head tightly with the scarf he bought at the night market that day, without revealing a strand of hair, and walked with Gongsun Yingwei and Qiao Longbiao on the way back.

However, Bao Danhua's hair was too much, and it fell down after a while without wrapping it. She rewrapped it again unwillingly. Gongsun Yingwei couldn't stand it anymore: "Anyway, it's all over your head in the morning, so don't do it."

"No, it's uncomfortable to blow on." She was overdressed, and it was really difficult and strenuous to keep her hands away from the back. As a result, she was out of breath just by replying to Gongsun Yingwei.

Gongsun Yingwei pulled her scarf, made her stand still, and helped her to wrap her hair tightly with his hands, but the shape was not very elegant, and it felt like an Indian snake blower, which made Bao Danhua turn heads even more a step.

But she was completely unaware of the joy of walking ahead, and saw a wishing column made of wooden shelves not far away, covered with wishing cards made of wooden boards, each with a small bell on it, following The wind blows and sways and collides, making a pleasant bell sound.