What if I'm really rich

11 month 12 day.

In the afternoon, 14:26.

A convoy drove in the vast desert, passed through the ancient city of Jingjue, and entered the ancient city of Jingjue.

Crossing the dry riverbed of the Niya River, the convoy headed north and west, completely entering the hinterland of the desert.

The Populus euphratica in the back is immortal for a thousand years when it is born, it will not fall for a thousand years after death, and it will be immortal for a thousand years after it falls, which is amazing.

Especially seeing a Populus euphratica half-lived and half-dead, like the little oasis before and after the desert road.

The hope of life, out of trouble.

Su Ze has seen the spirit of human beings conquering nature many times in the western region.

Whether it is building bridges when encountering water, or digging holes when encountering mountains, or the roads that represent the spirit.

They are all symbols of human indomitability.

"Whirring whirring…"

Su Ze drove a four-by-four, followed behind the leading convoy, and walked along their car marks.

The Taklamakan Desert is a typical mobile desert. In fact, it is not recommended for ordinary people to go off-road.

This is not like those well-developed off-road deserts, where the chances of getting stuck will be greatly increased.

The sea of ​​death is no joke.

The yellow sand is flying!

A group of convoys were driving on the sand dunes, and the tires and the sea of ​​sand blended together, which was very shocking.

The convoy set off to the n39 route, and replaced the four-by-four with desert tires, but it was still a bit unsatisfactory.

It is not suitable for the desert.

"The sand dunes are beautiful."

"Let's go down and walk around."

The four by four stopped slowly. Su Ze looked at Zhao Yuwei, the co-pilot, and said with a smile:

"Just waiting for the car behind."

The cars in front were a bit fast, but there were many support cars behind them that were not fast. The convoy was divided into three parts.

At this point they stopped on a sand dune, the highest in the vicinity, overlooking the mountains below.

Of course, the mountains here are not real mountains, but rolling sand dunes.

"Okay, let's drive slowly for a while."

Zhao Yu nodded slightly, but while unfastening his seat belt, he did not forget to remind Su Ze who had forgotten himself just now.

The sky was full of yellow sand, and there were many times during this period.

Zhao Yuwei, who was sitting in the co-pilot, could see that the windows of the car were buried by yellow sand, but the speed of the car did not decrease.

As the saying goes, driving is not afraid of riding.

It may be because of the steepness along the way, after trekking through mountains and rivers, Zhao Yuwei has some ability to bear it.

She wasn't planning to run away from Su Ze, but she just reminded her gently, which represented her stubbornness.

"Okay, wait a minute."

Of course Su Ze knew what the other party meant, but he didn't break her mind immediately.

Not everyone is adventurous.

Let alone a weak girl.

Zhao Yuwei, who was originally traveling to Sanya and other places, couldn't go back because he accommodated Su Ze.

Although the scenery is very beautiful, Zhao Yuwei has really suffered a lot in the past month or so.

Su Ze loves classmate Xiao Zhao very much, so compared to the other party's regrets, he actually has a lot in his heart.

If there is a chance in the future.

He must conquer where he can.

"Actually, the desert is quite beautiful."

Zhao Yuwei and Su Ze stood on the sand dunes, and the wind swept the surrounding sand grains, forming elegant dancers.

But it is elegant now, but it does not mean it will be like this forever. It is not at all unbearable during sandstorms.

Fortunately...

"The wind is getting stronger."

"I have a bad feeling."

Su Ze looked at the scorching sun above his head, and listened to the sound of the wind and the dancing yellow sand around him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from the intercom.

"Mr. Su."

"The former team encountered a sandstorm."

"Probably around level 6."

Dasha can't run away, but Xiaosha doesn't need to run away.

Su Ze looked at A Pu and the others who were beckoning from behind, and grabbed Zhao Yuwei who was a bit worried.

"It's all right."

"It's only level six, probably very small."

After comforting Zhao Yuwei, Su Ze took her back and had to go back to the car to avoid the wind and sand.

A sandstorm is not just a gust of wind, it is also accompanied by sand rain, and even granular gravel is hidden in it.

On the way back, the wind became stronger and stronger, and Zhao Yuwei's hair was blown like a flag.

"Su Ze, they are here."

Because the front team is not very far away from them, with a wind speed of level 6, it will hardly take long.

The two turned their heads to look behind them, and the sky was overwhelmed with gray, one side was grayish yellow, and the other side was blue.

Like a tsunami.

Also like a doomsday scenario.

"We're lucky."

"The first time I entered the desert, I encountered a sandstorm."

Because it wasn't a super strong sandstorm, Su Ze relaxed a lot and had already arrived at the convoy.

Zhao Yuwei's clothes were blown up, she covered her mouth and nose and gave Su Ze a white look, and was dragged into the convoy.

The previous reminder was very timely, because it was a localized sandstorm, but it looked very scary.

At this time, the team seemed to have set up a dragon gate array. In order to protect the air filter, the car had turned around and adjusted its position.

Against the wind, Su Ze and Zhao Yu sat in Brabus in the middle of the convoy and put on masks and goggles.

After the two were done, they half-kneeled in the rear seat curiously, looking out through the rear window.

The sand wall is like a ferocious beast. When it gradually approaches, the sound of wind and violent sand scraping has become in the ears.

"I feel…"

"It's not as good-looking as Huang Tian."

"This sandstorm is dirty."

Su Ze has experienced a lot of sand and dust weather since he was a child. This cannot be said to be the norm in North China, but it is not uncommon for it to happen every few years.

"I feel a little scared."

"Maybe it's because the wind is too scary."

The two were lying on the back seat, you said one sentence, and I commented on the sandstorm in the desert in detail.

"Yellow, yellow."

Feeling the shaking of the car slightly, Zhao Yu pointed to the left side window which was not yet covered with sand.

"Eh…"

"slight."

Su Ze listened to the strange wind sound like a monster coming, and asked softly as if to ease his mood:

"If one day we meet the end."

"What do you most want to say to me?"

Hearing Su Ze's question, Zhao Yu slightly looked away from the window and opened his arms.

Can't see her eyes clearly.

Can't see her face clearly.

If it wasn't for her exerting some strength, Su Ze wouldn't even be able to hear her voice clearly.

But Su Ze felt the hug.

"If there is a doomsday, I will be like now, just want to stop and hug you without talking."

Hearing Zhao Yuwei's answer, Su Ze looked out the window and hugged her, smiled and asked in her ear:

"Then what if disaster strikes?"

Su Ze's words made Zhao Yuwei let go of him instantly, and looked at him quietly as if he was blaming him.

He raised his hand helplessly and said:

"If it's a disaster."

"Then you just drag me away."

"Are you stupid?"

Saying that, Zhao Yuwei had fallen into the rhythm of Su Ze decompressing her, and showed a state of thinking.

"If you can't escape... I can use the attitude of doomsday to face it with you."

"Haha."

"You're pretty realistic."

Su Ze showed a smile, took Zhao Yuwei's hand, gently hugged her who was approaching, and said in her ear with a voice that only two people could hear:

"rest assured."

"There will never be an end."

"Ah."

The inside of the car kept shaking, yellow sand covered the sky, and being in the dark, it seemed to be swallowed up in the next second.

Simply localized sandstorms are not particularly severe, nor will they last for several hours like extremely strong sandstorms.

I vaguely remembered that the video call between Zhao Yuwei and Li Jiajia hadn't ended yet, and the wind gradually stopped being violent.

Unlike the imagined sandstorm, I thought it was very dry until I wiped a sticky lake.

Although the convoy was not submerged, it was covered with yellow quilts, like sand dunes.