Cloud Chaser Cemetery

When the day when he really agreed to go to Kang Zhe's house came, Tang Yuhui felt that although he had been in Kangding for so long, although every day was very relaxed and happy, this might be the day he was most looking forward to.

Tang Yuhui didn't sleep almost all night, always tossing and turning with a little inexplicable excitement, even more nervous than before the defense.

So the next morning when Kang Zhe came out of the backyard yawning, he saw Tang Yuhui squatting idly by the door looking up at the sky because he got up too early, like an unwanted door god.

Kang Zhe was still sleepy, but his eyes had subconsciously focused indifferently.

Just as he was about to speak, Tang Yuhui stood up suddenly, leaning against the gate of the yard and looking inside, "You just got up? I'm embarrassed to call you. The backyard of your house is so big, where do you live?"

Such a long series of questions, Kang Zhe wanted to interrupt halfway through.

He was just about to pat Tang Yuhui's head to stop him from looking, but the movement of his hand suddenly stopped, remembering that we are going home together today, there is really no need to be so gentle.

Luckily, Kang Che's hesitation got stuck in a sentence of impolite indifference.

The morning on the prairie is warm, and he is gentle with the flow.

Kang Zhe struggled to get a little patience out, and led Tang Yuhui along the path in the backyard to his small courtyard.

To Tang Yuhui's surprise, there was a huge peach blossom tree planted in front of Kang Zhe's yard, which was extremely out of proportion to him.

It may be that the climate in the plateau is different. The peach blossoms that should have passed their flowering period have just faded, but there are still one or two pink and white flowers interspersed among the oily green leaves, as if a forceful spring for the host.

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Tang Yuhui: "You actually grow peach blossoms..."

Kang Zhe said expressionlessly, "Why can't I grow peach blossoms?"

Of course Tang Yuhui would not answer this proposition. Kang Zhe glanced at him and said casually: "If you came two weeks earlier, you could still see the flowers blooming, and you would be able to see a patch of red from the wall when you stood in the front yard." Get out."

Speaking of this, Kang Zhe's voice paused for a moment, and then deliberately used an emphatic tone: "However, guests are generally not allowed in the backyard. During the peak season, my parents and the recruited guys will live in this small area separately. It’s not very convenient to be in the courtyard, it’s okay if there aren’t many people recently, but usually if you want to find me, it’s more convenient to call.”

--understood.

Tang Yuhui automatically translated, "Private area, idlers are not allowed to enter. Don't disturb if you have nothing to do, open the door as appropriate for major matters, and contact the drift bottle for minor matters."

He nodded to Kang Zhe, and the joy in his mood did not disappear because of this little indifference.

He has long understood that Kang Zhe has always been like this, and Tang Yuhui has developed the habit of not expecting, such lines with room for leeway have already made him feel Kang Zhe's thoughtfulness.

I'm not a bit masochistic, Tang Yuhui thought gloomily.

But no matter what, he still followed the honesty in his heart, excitedly and eagerly grabbed Kang Zhe's cuff, "Understood, shall we go now?"

Kang Zhe nodded, and while walking, he told Tang Yuhui some precautions for visiting a Tibetan family, which made Tang Yuhui more and more nervous.

Kang Zhe smiled when he saw him looking like an enemy, and wished him a good time.

When Tang Yuhui walked to the door in doubt and came back to his senses, he found that Kang Zhe's cuff, which he had been tugging on nervously with courage, had already loosened from his hand.

After having breakfast outside with Tang Yuhui, Kang Zhe took Tang Yuhui to stroll around the morning market.

It is said to be a "morning market", but in fact, some small Tibetan households who do not have grazing or farming at home buy and sell vegetables, meat, eggs and other things they eat every day in a small area on the side of the street, and most of the transactions are live poultry.

Kang Zhe said that in western Sichuan, most of the local residents' food is provided by themselves, and they rarely buy from outside. Almost every household farms or raises cattle and sheep.

But where there are people, there must be a market. Tang Yuhui followed Kang Zhe around in a novelty.

There were almost no tourists in such a place. Tang Yuhui looked at Kang Zhe with curiosity and envy and smiled and talked to the peddler, but unfortunately he couldn't understand a word.

Tang Yuhui thought endlessly, the characters in Xinjiang look very similar to Arabic, but Tibetan and Sanskrit look very similar, so I don't know if it is difficult to learn.

In the end, Kang Zhe took Tang Yuhui and bought a few boxes of eggs, a large bag of fruit, and two bottles of highland barley wine that Tang Yuhui had never seen before. Then he took Tang Yuhui with him on a motorcycle. Comet went home.

Kang Zhe's home is not far from Xinduqiao Town, and he only drove for [-] minutes to get there.

Just like ordinary Tibetan dwellings, Kang Zhe's house is also a red brick-colored two-story building with a large yard.

What surprised Tang Yuhui was that, like the inn, there was a large backyard with a few sheep hanging out in the fence, and the stables were on the side of the yard.

Kang Zhe parked the motorcycle beside him and beckoned Tang Yuhui to enter the house, but he walked towards the stable.

Instead of saying hello to his parents, Kang Che seemed to come back specially to see his animals.

Tang Yuhui saw him gently pat the head of a sorrel pony, and then drove a lamb that ran out of the yard back into the pen.

Kang's father and Kang's mother were all indoors, so they probably didn't notice them coming.Of course Tang Yuhui was embarrassed to go in by himself, so he stood in the yard and waited for Kang Zhe.

The sun made him soft and soft, Tang Yuhui stood alone under the blue sky, and for the first time wanted to take out his mobile phone to take pictures.

The indigenous houses on the Ganzi side are all built with gray bricks, because the density of the houses is very sparse, when standing on the grassland under the blue sky, it always looks higher than the actual floor height.

Every house often has many windows, and the window sills are painted with beautiful and complicated patterns on the outside, and the buildings are like wild and rough ruins.

Kang Zhe finally came back as if he had inspected his own territory, and he said to Tang Yuhui, "Why don't you go in?"

Tang Yuhui was very obedient and honest: "Wait for you."

Kang Zhe glanced at his mobile phone screen, it was a coincidence that his window in the side room happened to be the foreground in the corner of Baiyun.

He swiped this one boredly, and said to Tang Yuhui, "Let's go, I should be waiting for you."