Cloud Chaser Cemetery

Tang Yuhui's life was finally enriched under the leadership of Kang Zhe, and he began to look like a qualified tourist.

He went to Mugecuo, saw lavender fields, and climbed several hills whose names he could not remember.

They often passed by a temple on their way back, but Kang Zhe never took him in. Every time Tang Yuhui sat quietly on the back seat of the motorcycle, quietly folded his hands in the vermilion golden dome, praying to Kang Zhe happy and healthy.

Kang Che would not take him out to play every day, more often they just stayed together to pass the time.

The authority of the backyard was assigned to Tang Yuhui, and there was actually a small study remodeled by Kang Zhe there, which became the place where they spent the most time.

Kang Zhe sometimes invites Tang Yuhui to watch movies together, and Tang Yuhui is very happy every time he agrees, but in fact he is not keen on movies other than documentaries. If he lies on the sofa together, more often he just Sitting at the side openly, staring at Kang Zhe's concentrated silhouette in a daze.

Tang Yuhui always knew that she liked Kang Zhe, but now she was afraid that she loved him.

Kang Zhe never asked him to concentrate on anything, just follow Tang Yuhui's liking.He didn't react when he was seen, but he would laugh when he was kissed.

Tang Yuhui thinks that he has a quiet and mad temperament, which is often interpreted as indifference. In fact, there is nothing wrong with it, but Kang Zhe just doesn't care about anything. He doesn't care about everything, he doesn't care about tomorrow, so he can always stay awake , indifferent.

When watching a movie, Kang Zhe’s silhouette is often outlined more deeply by the light of the projector in the dark, and the fluorescent blue cold light is projected in the air, reminding Tang Yuhui of the movie played in the school auditorium a long time ago. galaxy.

He thinks that Kang Zhe is like a satellite moving periodically along a closed orbit, sometimes near and sometimes far away, balancing the rotation of the planet where the comet is located, controlling the tide, and turning it into a time coordinate similar to cloudy and sunny circles, running quietly At a distant point, neither moving away nor approaching.

Tang Yuhui didn't ask what their relationship is now, and Kang Zhe didn't mention it either. Like a pair of mutes, they roamed peacefully in the sea of ​​love clouds, neither going deep nor approaching the shore, just drifting in a boat.

Tang Yuhui doesn't think he has caught up, but he is willing to be the stared, silent planet.He can keep his eyes open, he can be stuffed into a room filled with cotton in the dark, he can be silent, obedient, and not ask any questions in love.

Because an unspeakable wave of ambiguity surged between the two of them, Kang Zhe became willing to share a lot of time with Tang Yuhui.Although getting up early is short-lived, but many times, even if there is no plan to go out, Kang Zhe will stay in the inn in the afternoon, Tang Yuhui is reading a book in the sun, and Kang Zhe is playing games next to him.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the afternoon is invaded by the presumptuous spring heat, and sleepiness suddenly becomes reasonable.Tang Yuhui often curled up on the grape arbor and was sleepy in the afternoon, and then was awakened by the strong aroma of Kang Zhe and dinner.

He had called Ko Ning several times, and Ko Ning's attitude was always happy and complicated; but for some reason, he didn't ask Tang Yuhui about the fact of his love for proof.

This made Tang Yuhui feel lucky. He didn't want to lie. Although he had the greatest happiness in his conscious life so far, he had a hunch that Ko Ning would not feel the same way.

The weather has become much warmer, and the thinner clothes that Tang Yuhui brought before can gradually come in handy, although he will still borrow Kang Zhe's down jacket to wear in the morning and evening.

Tang Yuhui's inherent laziness caused troubles in his house, and he didn't want to return to urban civilization at all. Even in a small county town, he found it very troublesome to go shopping.

Because he was so satisfied with the rice worm-like life, he soon developed new needs. Tang Yuhui asked Koning to send him books several times, but he did not expect that he would actually receive them one day.

There was no express delivery point in the town. When Ko Ning called him, Tang Yuhui was at a loss, so he could only ask Kang Zhe to go out on a special trip, and then brought him a small box of heavy books back on a motorcycle.

When Kang Zhe entered the door with the box in his arms, although Tang Yuhui felt a little embarrassed, he quickly greeted her——

"Excuse me, isn't it very far..."

"No, it's okay to ride a bike." Kang Zhe went to the front desk to get a knife and helped Tang Yuhui open the box, "But instead of sending so many books, you can't ask your friend to send you some clothes and daily necessities ? Wouldn’t it be good to read it on the computer and mobile phone if you need to read it?”

Tang Yuhui said, "That's different."

Kang Zhe nodded. He thought that Tang Yuhui had a fixed habit of reading paper books, but Tang Yuhui was actually thinking that he would have enough excuses not to take these books away, and he would leave them to Kang. ocher.

If he can give Kang Zhe something, he hopes to leave the meaning of Tang Yuhui as a person, and hopes that the people he likes can share his soul.

Kang Zhe flipped through it casually, "You read so many books? "One-dimensional Quantum Physics", "Quantum Theory of Many-Body Systems"... What are these..."

He picked up a few thin books with obviously different packaging and said to Tang Yuhui, "What are these... Is this in English? I don't seem to be able to understand a few of your books."

Tang Yuhui: "This is the original version of the collection of poems I collected. The words on it are in Spanish. It is the second major I minored in when I was an undergraduate."

"What exactly do you study?" Kang Zhe smiled, "Not only the young master, but also a top student, your character design is too idealized."

"It's not that exaggerated..." Tang Yuhui thought for a while and said, "It's actually hard to explain. I still study physics, but my research direction is condensed matter. It is a very complicated subject. Generally speaking, it is the study of atoms. , Molecules, and aggregates of artificial atoms and molecules, I am not too interested in theory, so I have been doing material experiments that intersect with metaplasia."

He smiled faintly, "But in fact, my favorite is language, but my family doesn't let me read it. My father is an engineering physicist. They all think that natural science is the truth in the world, and they often look down on each other, let alone the language of other stupid people."

"But I may be more talented. You can try to teach me Tibetan, and I should be able to learn it quickly." Tang Yuhui said, his smile became vivid and sweet.

Kang Zhe's expression didn't change, he stretched out his hand and patted him sincerely several times.

Seeing Tang Yuhui's suspicious gaze, Kang Zhe raised his hands and said innocently: "I don't mean anything else, I really think it's amazing."

After a short silence, Tang Yuhui rolled his eyes again, "Isn't it, is it very powerful?"

"Well, it's not what I thought," Kang Che came over, rubbed his hair, and corrected, "I mean you."

Tang Yuhui was taken aback, "Me?"

"Yeah," Kang Zhe said, "much smarter than I thought."

Tang Yuhui, who has always been praised for his intelligence, did not express any objection. He pulled Kang Zhe's hand off, wrapped his fingers with his palm, and said softly: "I'm not very smart, I can't do many things well. .”

Kang Zhe said: "Everyone has many things they can't do well."

"Do you have it?" Tang Yuhui showed that ignorant, innocent and seductive questioning expression again, which was completely different from the smart face he expressed, "I always feel that as long as you want to do it, you can do anything very good."

"On the contrary." Kang Zhe raised his eyelids, "There are many things that I can't do anything about."

That's because there are too few things you want to do, so you don't bother to include so many good things.Tang Yuhui added silently in his heart.

Kang Zhe seems to have taken a lot of interest in Tang Yuhui's book, so he played less games, and often curled up with Tang Yuhui on the recliner under the grape arbor to pass the time.

Although Kang Zhe often said that he could not understand, Tang Yuhui felt that was not the case. Kang Zhe chose the bibliography from easy to difficult in a very orderly manner, and it was almost the order of the introduction to research, and he stayed at the reading of each page. The time was gradually shortening, and Tang Yuhui didn't tell him any important points during this period, so he felt that Kang Zhe was really smart.

Tang Yuhui had read all these books a long time ago, and Ko Ning sent them to him because he was worried that he would be too decadent, but in fact, this was just an innocent worry.Even during the most difficult days, Tang Yuhui never forgot to read the news of the journals and papers of the day when he woke up every day.

This is a habit carved into the bone marrow by more than ten years of training, and it has become a part of life almost like breathing.Fortunately, Tang Yuhui also likes physics, and the few thin volumes of poems he really wanted to read were sent over, so he has nothing to complain about.

It's almost the best time of year when dreams and relationships are as lush as anything.

Tang Yuhui, like all ordinary people, began to spend a lot of time staring at the sky in this season, condensing the clouds in his eyes for a long time.

Reading is a suitable way to welcome spring, not to mention spring on the plateau.The grass is smoky, the wind is warm, the sun is white, and all the beauty is breaking the silence.

Tang Yuhui is growing and changing gradually, although it is much slower, but at the same time, he empathizes to the point where Kang Zhe is wild in this group of land, waiting for a spring that has been waiting for a long, long time.