If I let you create your own character, will you become a god directly?

The sun is shining brightly, and the sky is full of clouds.

Taklamakan Desert, Wumu Town.

Evening.

The sun sets.

The stars rise.

In the yellow sand.

After a day of exhaustion, everyone sat around the campfire, sipping strong liquor and chatting.

The desert nights are cold all year round.

So strong liquor is needed to warm the body.

And not far away.

The staff of Ali Baba are busy setting up the stage for the cultural and artistic performance.

"Hey, Teacher Yin, how are the Haloxylon ammodendron trees you just planted growing?"

"The situation is not very good. Although Haloxylon ammodendron trees have a relatively low requirement for water, there is basically no water in that desert area. It is too difficult for those newly planted Haloxylon ammodendron trees to survive."

"Teacher Yin, I plan to spend money to buy a few more water trucks. Transport water from afar. No matter what, we must ensure that these newly planted Haloxylon ammodendron trees survive!"

"Mr. Song, you... the cost of a water truck is not low, do you still have that money!"

"Money is a bastard, go and earn it if you lose it. I plan to sell my house in my hometown, so that I can have the money to buy a water truck. All these Haloxylon ammodendron saplings can be saved."

Speaking of this, Mr. Song, who is only in his forties, but in this long-term windy and sandy weather, has a childlike smile on his face, like an old man in his fifties or sixties.

As the technical consultant of Alibaba Desert Oasis Project, Mr. Yin sighed deeply.

Mr. Song in front of him was a millionaire when he came here a few years ago.

Now.

He is no different from an ordinary farmer.

"Mr. Song, you have made enough contributions to this land. That house should be your last asset, right? There is no need to cut off your last retreat."

Mr. Song picked up the strong liquor in front of him and drank it all. Looking at the yellow sand all over the sky and the poplar trees still standing upright in the yellow sand, he smiled with relief.

"When I decided to come here, I had no way out."

"I grew up in the Gobi Desert and can understand the ruthlessness and horror of the desert."

"At that time, it was a group of respectable people like you who dedicated their youth and life to plant trees there to prevent wind and sand. Only then could my hometown not be swallowed by the desert and turned into an oasis. So, a few years ago, I decided to come here."

"After I die, you don't have to bury me in my hometown. Just bury me in this desert, and use my body to provide nutrients for these trees for the last time."

Not only Teacher Yin.

Many people sitting around were silenced by Mr. Song's words.

Some of the younger ones couldn't stop crying.

Jiang Shu, who was sitting not far away, of course heard all of Mr. Song's words.

He stood up.

Jiang Shu looked at the endless desert and sighed.

This big desert.

How many people's dreams and unwillingness are buried there?

Desert Oasis Project.

To transform such a big desert into an oasis where humans can live.

How many years and generations of joint efforts will it take!

No one knows.

Including Jiang Shu.

But, at least, now.

Jiang Shu can contribute his own strength to this matter.

"Jiang Shu, it's your turn to sing on the stage soon. Get ready!"

Huh!

Jiang Shu took a deep breath.

He adjusted his mood.

He held the microphone and stood on the stage.

"Long road dedicated to the distance"

"Rose dedicated to love"

"What can I give to you"

"My love"

"White clouds dedicated to the grassland"

"Rivers dedicated to the ocean"

"What can I give to you"

"My friend"

...

Jiang Shu sang very emotionally and infectiously.

Accompanied by a faint voice like whispering.

Many people at the scene couldn't help but immerse themselves in it and shed tears.

At the same time.

Accompanied by Jiang Shu's singing.

Under the effect of the Rain God card.

A heavy rain.

It also fell in the Taklamakan Desert area.

Huhuhuhu!

The heavy rain woke up everyone immersed in Jiang Shu's singing.

"This is... It's raining, it's raining!!!"

"I have been here for more than five years, and this is the first time I have seen such heavy rain here!!"

"Woo woo woo

, so excited. No, I must post it on WeChat Moments to commemorate it! "

"Let the storm come even harder!"

"I'm from the south, and I always hated rainy days. But after coming here, I love rainy days so much! I wish it rained every day here!"

Although it was raining.

The bonfires used for heating were all extinguished.

But everyone didn't feel cold at all, and was completely immersed in the ocean of joy.

It's not that there will be no rain in the desert.

But it's rarely seen, and the rainfall is very small every time it rains.

Like this time's heavy rain.

No one present has ever seen such a scene.

It's so shocking!

It's unforgettable!

In the heavy rain, Teacher Yin and President Song looked at each other, and then laughed at the same time.

Teacher Yin: "President Song, with this heavy rain, all our Haloxylon ammodendron seedlings can survive! In this way, you don't have to sell your house to buy a water truck. ”

Mr. Song: “No, no, no. The house still needs to be sold. The money from the sale of the house this time will be used to buy saplings. Take advantage of this rain and plant as many trees as possible. It is not an exaggeration to say that such heavy rain is rare in the desert area, so we must make full use of it. ”

Teacher Yin: “…”

The heavy rain lasted for two songs.

It wasn’t too long.

But for the extremely dry desert area, it was enough to solve the urgent problem.

…………

At the same time.

In the depths of the Taklimakan Desert.

Two lonely figures were staggering and numb.

They were two men, not very old, just in their early twenties.

At the same time.

They had another identity.

The only sons of two high-ranking families in Yanjing.

A few days ago, the two took the initiative to challenge crossing the Taklimakan Desert.

As a result, due to no experience, they were directly trapped in this vast desert.

Now.

It has reached the point of running out of ammunition and food.

“Brother Fan, do you have any water in your kettle? I’m so thirsty.”

“There’s no water. There’s only some of my own urine that I just saved. Do you want to drink it?”

“Ah?”

“Ah what?” When you want to pee in the future, don't pee randomly, you have to pee all in the kettle. That way, you drink mine and I drink yours, and maybe we can both walk out alive. "

"Well, okay! But, Brother Fan, if this happens, you must not drink your own urine secretly. We have to supervise each other!"

"..."