Cloud Chaser Cemetery

As expected, Tang Yuhui received the warmest hospitality from Kang Zhe's family.

But if he had to say it, Tang Yuhui felt that happiness and hardship coexisted.

He was a little reserved, for fear that he would behave badly, or do something impolite or offensive.

Although Tang Yuhui himself didn't know why he was so nervous.

Kang Zhe's mother can't speak Chinese, she can only listen; Kang Zhe's father is calm but reticent; the remaining Kang Zhe is outside the dialogue circle, let alone save Tang Yuhui from the siege.

The dishes on the table are piled full, and each dish is carefully prepared.

Because of the language barrier, Tang Yuhui could only show an exaggerated expression of appreciation when expressing the deliciousness, and at the same time gestured with hands and feet.

Judging from the corners of Kang Zhe's calmly raised mouth in Yu Guangli, Tang Yuhui imagined that he might be able to stand up to the four characters of singing and dancing.

After eating, Mother Kang brought out a small plate of tsampa from the kitchen.Unlike the extremely large portions of Tibetan food, this plate is small and delicate, and it looks like it was specially made for Tang Yuhui.

Kang's father stirred the buttered tea, milk dregs and sugar, and handed it to Tang Yuhui without saying a word.

Tang Yuhui endured the fullness and tried hard to swallow the food that had piled up in his throat into the esophagus. He forced two of them, and was so eaten that he lost his words.

Seeing him stuffing food with puffed cheeks like a hamster, Father Kang couldn't help showing a little smile on his serious face.

Kang Zhe sighed, and pushed the plate in front of Tang Yuhui towards him, "Don't eat it, just forget it if you can't finish it, my parents won't be angry."

Tang Yuhui breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had eaten so much that he was about to vomit.

He quietly rubbed his belly, tried his best to give a thumbs up, and tried his best to show a bright smile to Kang's father and mother.

Fortunately, Kang's mother didn't bring anything else to the table. After Tang Yuhui was full, he went to the yard to watch the horses for a while, and finally digested some of the food in his stomach, and he felt less uncomfortable.

After Tang Yuhui teased the horse, he started to run the sheep again.

Just as he was cautiously approaching a pure white lamb in the pen, Kang Zhe walked towards him.

Tang Yuhui looked at the pure white lamb and couldn't bear to touch it for a long time, and Kang Zhe plucked the hair off his head.

Tang Yuhui looked on sadly, the lamb's head was gently rubbing against Kang Zhe's palm, and the person who was rubbed casually said to Tang Yuhui, "Isn't it boring."

Tang Yuhui didn't react: "Huh?"

"Look, this is how it is here. It's hard to even find an entertainment after dinner. At least there is Wifi in the inn, and there is no TV at home."

Kang Zhe followed Xiao Yang's back, and said calmly: "China is so big, why do you come to such a strange and boring coordinate to do nothing? What exactly do you want to do?"

Tang Yuhui's heart suddenly tightened, and his heart almost began to beat regularly and violently.

He was quiet for a while, then suddenly smiled, "Are you curious?"

Kang Zhe leaned against the railing of the sheepfold and looked at him with raised eyelids.

Tang Yuhui grinned slowly—he smiled sweetly, and looked younger, like a greenhouse rose that had never been hurt and should not appear on the plateau—

"Are you interested? Ah Zhe?"

With a bit of contempt, Kang Zhe raised the corner of his lips ruthlessly: "No."

Tang Yuhui's smile faded a little, but not too much. He gave a light oh, looked at Kang Zhe and said, "When I was young, I had very few entertainment activities, and the TV at home was almost off. The channels are also very limited. At that time, my favorite was CCTV’s record channel. I always watched it secretly, and then I developed a habit.

"They had a promotional video a few years ago, which was filmed in western Sichuan. It was very well shot. I really want to see it, and I also want to go to Yunnan and Tibet."

"I know you also have a very beautiful snow mountain called Gongga. It is said on TV that it is as holy and beautiful as a god. On some very magical days, I heard that you can also see the snow mountain in Chengdu."

Tang Yuhui opened his eyes innocently, with unconscious allure and naturalness: "Is that so?"

Kang Zhe's eyes fell silently on a spot on the ground, and he didn't answer.

Tang Yuhui's tone was a little lower: "Well...you guessed it is probably right, I... encountered some bad things, so I escaped here. It's not something that I can't talk about, I can talk about it in the future Tell you, but that's not what I want to say right now..."

The cloud after cloud that always condensed on the hillside has dispersed at this moment, the noon sun is very poisonous, and Tang Yuhui's head is dizzy from the sun, and the long-wave and short-wave ultraviolet rays begin to kill him quietly.

He was waiting for Kang Che to ask questions.

This kind of waiting made Tang Yuhui feel the pain of a tropical reptile. A layer of cocoon-like thinness slowly solidified on his body, implicating his flesh and making him connected by the air.

Kang Zhe finally spoke, his expression remained unchanged, with the gentleness and indifference of a god: "Then let's talk about it later."

Tang Yuhui froze for a moment, the thin layer turned into an inorganic, strange-shaped hard shell, with various shapes on the skin, but none of them could be seen.

His blood seemed to be filled with lead mud, and he reacted for a long time before he said slowly, "Well...then I'll tell you later."

In the afternoon, Kang Zhe's mother moved out a small round table.This table looks very special, with a circle of Gesang flowers engraved on the edge, but it is not complicated, very elegant and delicate.

Moreover, the table was foldable and very light. Kang Zhe didn't even try to help, but leaned aside to smoke.

Kang's mother saw Tang Yuhui staring at the patterns on the table, showing a shy smile, pointing to Kang Zhe, and said in very jerky Chinese: "Kang Zhe...made it."

Tang Yuhui's head moved, and he wanted to look up at Kang Zhe.

But still hanging down.

Kang's mother felt that the atmosphere between them was a bit strange, when Kang's father walked out of the house with tea, Tang Yuhui stood up quickly and helped put the tea set on the table.

Father Kang waved his hand to tell him not to be restrained.

He speaks Chinese fluently, but at the beginning he always has a straight face, talks very little, and looks very serious.

Fortunately, after lunch, the formality of both parties was broken.

He smiled and said to Tang Yuhui: "Xiaotang, drink tea, we make our own at home, I don't know if you are used to it."

Kang Zhe crushed out the cigarette and stood up, "You guys talk, I'll go out for a walk."

Before Tang Yuhui could speak, Kang Zhe had already left quickly.

Tang Yuhui dryly turned his gaze back from Kang Zhe's back, a little at a loss.

He lacks the experience of getting along with kind elders, and he is very afraid that he will not behave well. When Kang Zhe was around, he was not so unnatural, but now he suddenly became alone, and the nervousness at lunch time returned again. up.

Tang Yuhui sat upright, his eyes were nervous and reserved, but he still smiled.

Tibetans are bold and simple by nature, and it is rare to see such a well-behaved child as Tang Yuhui.

The more Kang's father and Kang's mother watched, the more they felt that this child was docile and polite, and he was extremely likable. They were afraid that they might not express their enthusiasm enough.

Father Kang picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea into the small teacup in front of Tang Yuhui.

Tang Yuhui picked it up and saw that the tea was abundantly filled in the bowl, it was yellow and clear, with a long-lasting fragrance, and it shone golden in the sun.

Tang Yuhui took a sip, and felt that although the tea was clear, it was warm and distant, lingering, and had an indescribably quiet taste.

Kang's father smiled and said to him, "This is Jiaen tea, which is only available in Ganzi. It is the tea that you Han people prefer to drink. It has no fishy smell."

He saw that Tang Yuhui liked it, so he said a little more: "This tea is made from the mulberry leaves of the Snow Mountain. It must be boiled first. Add white alkali to the pot, boil the water dry, wait for the tea to turn black, and then scoop it up." Take it out to dry, grab a handful and sprinkle it in the pot every time you cook.”

Father Kang picked up the cup in front of him, took a sip, and said to Tang Yuhui with a relaxed and natural expression, "But if you like milk tea, I'll make you another cup."

Tang Yuhui hurriedly said: "No, thank you uncle, I'll just drink this, I like it very much, it's very delicious!"

Father Kang didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile for a while.

The long afternoon lay between them, and gradually, the steam of the tea seemed to spread to people's eye sockets, forming a little complicated mist.Father Kang looked at Tang Yuhui with nostalgia, and said with a smile, "I never thought that Kang Zhe would bring Han friends home to play."

Tang Yuhui didn't know if he and Kang Zhe were friends, but he still acquiesced out of selfishness.He didn't have enough confidence, he only dared to admit half of it, and quickly said: "No, it's all because I pestered Kang Zhe and asked him to play with me."

Kang's father looked at him and smiled, then turned around and said something to Kang's mother, and Kang's mother also laughed.

He said gently to Tang Yuhui: "We don't have much fun here. Ordinary people actually get tired of staying for a week. I don't think you look like you have something to do. There may be some other reason. You should have taken care of you more. "

Father Kang picked up the cup and took another sip of tea: "But now is the busiest time for farmers. In fact, in previous years, Kang Zhe's mother and I would close the inn and wait for the summer vacation to reopen. But it is the first time for us to Registered online, my memory is not very good, I forgot to cancel, I wanted to call you to ask you to cancel, but it was Kang Zhe who said that he could go to live in the store and help take care of it.”

This is the first time Tang Yuhui has heard of this information. He was stunned for a moment and said slowly, "Is that so...?"

Father Kang nodded: "Yes, this must be fate."

Tang Yuhui thought for a while, and asked hesitantly: "But uncle, does Kang Zhe...don't like me very much? I feel like he...well...doesn't really want to get along with me."

Father Kang also looked a little helpless, but he didn't explain, but said to Tang Yuhui: "He took you to ride a horse, right?"

Tang Yuhui froze for a moment and nodded.

Father Kang didn't say anything more, but said with a gentle smile, "He likes you very much."