The night sky was like a painting, the cold moon like a hook, and the stars dazzling. A melodious flute drifted through the night wind, accompanied by the faint howls of wolves in the distance. The boundless Gobi Desert gave off a vast, desolate air.
The moonlight was faint, the starlight brilliant, and the two illuminated one another, adding a touch of chill to the early-summer night.
A bonfire, several strings of roasted meat, the rich aroma of wine, two figures, and a car added a hint of vitality to the bleak wilderness.
At the distant end of the Gobi Desert, the lights of an oil field flickered in and out of sight, as if reminding travelers who had ventured deep into the desert that even if they fled here, they still could not escape the light of human civilization.
Though the dazzling lights of the bustling city were beyond reach, the scattered lights at the horizon seemed like an invisible chain, still binding the depths of their hearts.
The radiance cast by those lights seemed, at that moment, like the fetters of the mortal world, or an emotional noose, binding every lovesick man and woman who tried to escape.
The melodious flute danced through the night wind, telling the heavens of its sorrow and pouring out its reluctance to part to the earth.
The smooth melody suddenly rose several levels, as if only by making the flute sound like a suona could the emotions in his heart be released.
It was like a soldier about to march into battle, directly severing his longing for home and charging passionately onto the battlefield.
The figure beside the bonfire was startled by the flute's sudden change in tune.
His hand trembled around the wine cup, and the strong aged liquor instantly spilled