Cloud Chaser Cemetery

Spring is here, and tourism in Ganzi has begun to pick up.Other tourists began to come and go in the inn one after another, and Kang's father and mother, who had passed the busy farming season, would often come to the inn to help.

Tang Yuhui found the most comfortable corner in the whole store, that is the roof terrace. On the third floor, Kang Zhe gave him the key.

The world of the two was interrupted by the crowd, but Tang Yuhui didn't have much objection, because there was a more pleasant compensation - he especially liked watching Kang Zhe receive tourists, and felt that it was really a "mademyday" every day.

Tang Yuhui found that Kang Zhe's way of dealing with impatience was actually very simple. He often just raised his eyelids, then let his eyes go blank in boredom, stared at something without focus, and didn't say a word.

But Kang Zhe looked at people for a while, and those guests who tried to be naughty would start to hesitate, and either gave up in the long silence, or went to Kang's father and mother who were more talkative.

In addition, just as Tang Yuhui expected, Kang Zhe can be cold and sweet, he can quietly turn away backpackers' hiking invitations, and he can handle all the pretty girls' strike-ups with ease.

Many people wanted to invite Kang Zhe, with various intentions.But Kang Che refused.

Tang Yuhui mentally builds that Mount Fuji cannot be privately owned every day, but it seems to be of little use in suppressing the excitement.

He often hides on the top floor reading in a good mood.When Kang Zhe was not busy, he would take him out, and when he was busy, he asked Tang Yuhui to get the keys by himself.

When he woke up once, Tang Yuhui's face was stamped by the keyboard, but his body was covered with Kang Zhe's big, thick red blanket.

The positive state of getting better can be felt by those around you even if you don't have to communicate it too much.

Although he didn't deliberately show off, Coning also knew that Tang Yuhui was talking about a happy and distant love.

Although he was so anxious that he could hardly fall asleep, but he was Tang Yuhui's best friend, and it was difficult for him to say a single bad word.

So Coning could only take advantage of Tang Yuhui's feeling of being in a good mood, and poured him several buckets of cheap chicken soup.

Chicken broth is helpful.Tang Yuhui really feels that life has begun to be beautiful, and the world has become colorful and colorful again in the eyes of love.

He accepted Corning's suggestion to get back on his feet, and suddenly felt that all the betrayal, humiliation, and cold reception he had suffered before were in the final analysis just small things that were magnified by his self-esteem.

Tang Yuhui is not reluctant, weak, and never miserable.

He is strong enough to have the courage to start over.

With the help of Ko Ning's careless artificial chicken soup and his own huge love brain, Tang Yuhui suddenly felt the huge difference in size between the world and the mayfly, and was surprised that he would be trapped in such a small rough place .

If you let Kang Zhe look at it, you will definitely feel that his troubles are really a drop in the ocean.

It's not a regained confidence, but Tang Yuhui vaguely understood a kind of general, unknown greatness.He has no bigger dreams.No matter how rugged the journey was, it also brought him a beautiful daylight.

That evening, Tang Yuhui was wrapping a blanket on the roof and reading a thesis. There was a cold cup of buttered tea beside him, which was given by Kang Zhelin before he went out.

Kang Zhe never served butter tea to his guests.Father Kang knew how to fight, but in all fairness, his fight was not as good as Kang Zhe's.

Father Kang is kind and kind, and the butter tea is not expensive, but even if the customer complies with the contract and pre-orders, it will cost 20 yuan a pot.

Tang Yuhui drank it every day, but he had never been charged for it.

Kang Zhe took the sheep out of the inn to go around the mountains. He said that he couldn't see Jiase, but he wanted to be exposed to the rain and dew properly.

Tang Yuhui was tired of saying the word cute, so he could only kiss Kang Zhe who was about to go out with the fragrance of butter tea.

Kang Zhe kissed him tenderly, and Tang Yuhui began to melt as if following the rules.

However, halfway through the reception, Father Kang suddenly came out of the hall and went to the yard to find something.Tang Yuhui was shocked by a casual glance, and bit Kang Zhe's lower lip without paying attention.

Father Kang didn't see the two of them, but Kang Zhe smiled coolly and sweetly, and his hands were strong, and Tang Yuhui's waist was pinched hard.

When Kang Zhe came back, the dusk was already overcast, and Tang Yuhui stayed on the roof for an afternoon, his nose was reddened by the sun again.

His skin is too thin and too white, and the fine hairs grow around his cherry red lips, which is really like a gift of faith.

Kang Zhe put the sheep in quickly, stood in the yard for a while and looked at the round shadow of the setting sun on the roof, took out a cigarette, thought for a while, put it back, and walked towards the stairs.

Tang Yuhui read the thesis seriously, and was suddenly picked up by Kang Zhe from behind.

He was startled, his limbs reacted before his brain - he wrapped his hands and feet around the only fulcrum, hung on Kang Zhe's body, and dared not move.Only the heart beat like a wrinkled drum, beating out with a dull, loud sound.

Kang Zhe didn't look at him, but just stared at Tang Yuhui's computer screen intently. He put one arm under Tang Yuhui's thigh to ensure that he had a sense of security that he would not fall.

Tang Yuhui couldn't remember how to say it in Chinese anymore. He organized his words in a panic, and even the words became hot, "You...what are you..."

Kang Zhe didn't answer him, but concentrated on reading the last two lines on the page, then turned around and smiled at Tang Yuhui, "I don't understand."

That smile was fleeting, but it made Tang Yuhui forever speechless in all the parallel worlds at this point in time.His heart suddenly shrank, and he felt that there would be no more charming person than Kang Zhe in this world.

Kang Zhe also freed up his other hand, and lifted Tang Yuhui up.

Tang Yuhui's center of gravity climbed upwards, but his whole body was still obediently hanging on Kang Zhe's body. He stretched out his hands to grab Kang Zhe's neck, and pressed his flushed cheeks against Kang Zhe's collarbone like a soldering iron.

Kang Zhe said, "Look up."

Tang Yuhui raised his head obediently, Kang Che kissed his eyelids, put him back on the chair, rubbed his hair again, kissed his forehead, turned and went downstairs without saying anything.

Tang Yuhui stared at the computer screen for a long time, and the small four in Song style on the page quietly watched him incomprehensibly.

Tang Yuhui didn't know why he wanted to cry, but the silent and great happiness just now honestly made him tremble. This happiness made Tang Yuhui afraid, because just for a moment, he wanted to say I love you to Kang Zhe.

The twilight dyed his eyes red, and the red clouds reflected the sky. Tang Yuhui sat there quietly, looking bright and sad.He didn't know how long he sat there until it was dark and the surroundings were quiet, when Kang Zhe's message popped up on the screen, "Didn't you keep saying that you wanted to herd the sheep? Let me take you there tomorrow?"

Tang Yuhui looked at it for a while, stretched out his hand and pressed the corner of his eye, replied yes, and then slowly closed the computer.

People's beautiful imagination of grazing can probably be traced back to a very long time.

This ancient and desolate word always seems to be accompanied by the distant wind of the prairie, the sound of the vast flute, and all imaginations related to freedom——

The sun is bright and bright, and the mountains are white and gray.

Tang Yuhui thinks that it is because his going out is just going out, moving between coordinates, which is lackluster; but Kang Zhe's going out is like a traveler.Every time I see him come back from driving horses and herding sheep, I always feel a sense of thousands of mountains and rivers.

But the actual herding of sheep is much more difficult than Tang Yuhui imagined.I don't know why, but Tang Yuhui's flock of sheep, which has never had much sense of presence, is especially rebellious here. He can't drive them away even though he is sweating, but there are still goats that always move alone.Tang Yuhui was forced to help, and finally asked Kang Zhe, who was watching him lazily, for help.

Sure enough, as soon as the lambs were driven away by Kang Zhe, they revealed their docile nature.Tang Yuhui was inexplicably angry when Kang Zhe went east and they didn't dare to go west.

The sheep were driven to graze on the hillside, and Kang Zhe took Tang Yuhui to lie down on the backside of the hillside.

They leaned side by side, Tang Yuhui smelled the lush, dry fragrance of the grass, and the mountain wind quietly passed between them, he turned his eyes to look at Kang Zhe.

Kang Zhe was also looking at him, and he smiled at Tang Yuhui: "Do you speak Spanish?"

"Well," Tang Yuhui replied, "Do you want to learn?"

Kang Zhe said: "I don't want to learn. I will read your poems to you in Tibetan every day. In exchange, you can recite a Buddhist scripture to me in Spanish every day. How about it?"

"Why," Tang Yuhui was taken aback, "Can Buddha understand?"

Kang Che thought for a while and said, "I don't understand, I don't understand either."

Tang Yuhui was at a loss, but he didn't reject Kang Zhe.How could he refuse Kang Zhe? It's like pie in the sky. He never thought that those sentences could be read by the person he likes.

So in the next few days, Kang Zhe took him to the hillside to herd sheep every day.The simple and deep language is indeed like a bronze star that Kang Che read aloud.Tang Yuhui translated all the words he didn't understand into the language of love that he silently recited in his heart that day.

According to the agreement, Tang Yuhui struggled to make several transformations in his mind for the scriptures written by Ji Quqianya, and then stuttered to recite them.

Once he was on a deserted errand, Kang Zhe casually listened to him reciting Buddhist scriptures, the sun shone through the clouds on top of their heads, and the Chilean song was far away from them, but Tang Yuhui looked into Kang Zhe's eyes quietly Said: "I like you to be silent."

After the two of them had a meaningless trilingual exchange, Kang Zhe drove all the sheep back, and took Tang Yuhui to the river to play on a motorcycle.

They squatted on the stream of a small stream. Tang Yuhui took off his socks, and his feet were as white as snow.

Kang Che took him to the sharpest stone group at the rock corner and asked Tang Yuhui to stand there barefoot.

Tang Yuhui frowned slightly when his feet touched the stone, "It hurts a bit."

Kang Zhe glanced at him, and said indifferently: "Don't you know? The local Tibetans have a popular tradition. Stepping on the stones here can help massage acupuncture points, which is good for the body."

Tang Yuhui blinked slowly, "Really...?"

He stood obediently for a while, his bare feet were washed white by the cold stream, the stone was too sharp, Tang Yuhui raised his feet and saw red marks on the soles of his feet.

Kang Zhe carried Tang Yuhui from the river to the motorcycle, smiled and said sorry, it was a lie.

The deceived Tang Yuhui stared blankly at the evil canine tooth, paused for a long time, suddenly moved his body, found it with his lips as if venting his anger, and then pressed the tip of his tongue against it.

Kang Che laughed even harder, and he qualified to apologize as a liar.He put his hands on Tang Yuhui's knees, squatted down, raised his head, and kissed him long and slowly.

The author says:

The "bronze star" is translated into the language of the Spanish poet Lorca's poem.