Cloud Chaser Cemetery

At three o'clock in the morning, Tang Yuhui wrote a long email to her original doctoral supervisor.

After the incident, he did not contact the teacher. First, he was ashamed. Although Ko Ning might have explained it to him, the guilt still lingered; second, Tang Yuhui didn't know how to contact him. It's not easy to apologize for this, because he doesn't know where he is wrong.

Tang Yuhui didn't want to disturb the teacher's work, and she was more or less timid, so she specially sent this email in the early morning.

He knew that scientific researchers always lost their hair, but he didn't expect the teacher to go out day and night to this extent.Not long after Tang Yuhui sent it out, he received a reply.

The teacher who would have been his Ph.D. supervisor was highly respected, and even in the generally strict academy, he was notoriously unkind.Many senior brothers and sisters have complained that studying for a Ph.D. with him is a life stage of depression, self-doubt, and life is worse than death; but Tang Yuhui had contact with the teacher before and felt that he adapted well.

But the teacher has always spoken sharply, sharply, and mercilessly. Even Tang Yuhui would not say that he is a kind person; but today, Tang Yuhui read the old man's words from this ordinary email. Consolation after consideration.

Although the words are still consistently stern and revealing, the content of the email rarely involves most of the book suggestions related to Cobb.

Originally, things like Kaobo had nothing to do with Tang Yuhui. He should have continued to study and do research with the most powerful teacher with the highest level of honor without any objection, and everyone took it for granted. .

And even when the matter of Tang Yuhui was spreading in the college, the teacher expressed that he didn't mind the school's postponement of graduation, and still reserved the recommended spot for Tang Yuhui; but Tang Yuhui insisted on taking the exam, and in Express your thoughts with the teacher in the email.

But maybe the teacher didn't seem to care about such trivial matters, and he didn't seem to mind Tang Yuhui's appearance of leaving school for a year.

At the end of the email, it says: Come back to work next semester, but you can’t find it no matter how hard you look for it.

Tang Yuhui was outstanding since he was a child, and his beautiful life experience gave him a sense of distance. He has always been independent and independent. He respects his teacher but doesn't get close to him. This is the first time he felt sour when he read the email.

He didn't reply to the teacher's confirmed return time in the email, but just thanked him solemnly.

Tang Yuhui's room has a good signal. After clicking to send the email, the small circle that loaded almost only rotated a little bit to show that the email was sent successfully.

The moment the page jumped, Tang Yuhui felt as if he had landed from the floating clouds, as if he could hear the roar of the landing gear being lowered.

Ganzi suddenly became very far away from him, although he was still in the middle.

Tang Yuhui felt like a traveler who had been traveling in the desert for a long time, walking aimlessly in the yellow for a long time, but suddenly found a spaceship in the center of the desert.

This absurd vision reminds the tourist of his identity, and the spaceship will lead him to fly away from the planet where he briefly landed.

The mail is a spaceship, and the spaceship is a butterfly in a dream. Once it is broken, you don’t know whether it is this Tang Yuhui who grew up in the grasslands of western Sichuan and loves the local people more than the locals. A distant dream of Tang Yuhui who fell asleep staring at the electronic equipment lonely while receiving the highest award at the highest university.

Perhaps his happy moments were meant to be stitched together, and having them was the price of being taken away by the ship.Tang Yuhui thought.

Due to some special reasons, Tang Yuhui sometimes avoids Kang Zhe and acts alone recently.

He kept his composure, because Kang Che was getting more and more busy, and he didn't seem to notice.

At this time, the town seems to be planning some kind of festival. Every day, young or old Tibetans come to look for Kang Zhe.

At the same time, he had to deal with tourists, and Kang Zhe was so busy that he became less and less visible almost every day.

Tang Yuhui didn't find it interesting to observe Kang Zhe's way of dealing with people at first, because he saw Kang Zhe's exhaustion and the quiet boredom hidden under the exhaustion.

So he would only sneak into Kang Zhe's room at night, after Kang's father and mother had fallen asleep.

Sometimes Kang Zhe would smoke a cigarette and sit with him under the already green peach blossom tree, looking up at the same tired stars; sometimes he would sit on one side of the bed with Tang Yuhui and read books in different languages; but Sometimes, when Tang Yuhui passed by, Kang Zhe had already fallen asleep.

The two of them staggered their free time. Under such circumstances, Kang Zhe often didn't know what Tang Yuhui was doing during the day.

Tang Yuhui ran several times, but because he did not pass the school project and only promised to stay until the summer vacation, the only two schools were unwilling to recruit him as a teacher.

Even if it is completely self-supporting free teaching, and it is quite hard-won, the local elementary school with poor conditions rejects this short-term whim, and does not simply agree to Tang Yuhui's application, even though Tang Yuhui may be someone they have seen The most "golden" "college student".

The reason for staying was even harder to find than expected. Tang Yuhui didn't dare to tell Kang Zhe yet. He was worried about Kang Zhe's reaction, and he had a premonition that he would not be happy, so it was the best he could think of for the time being. There is a way.

On this day, Tang Yuhui went out alone in the afternoon again, Kang Zhe returned to the inn from Jiayang, Kang's mother was in the kitchen at the back, and Kang's father was sitting in the hall watching TV.

Kang Zhe stood at the door for a while, Kang's father smiled and said, "Where are you looking for Xiaotang?"

Kang Zhe didn't answer, but Kang's father said: "You have looked around, Xiaotang has gone out."

Kang Zhe responded flatly and said: "Aren't you here?"

Father Kang averted his gaze from the TV, turned to look at him, and wondered: "Didn't you like to take people to play before?"

Kang Zhe raised his eyelids and corrected: "I don't like to wear them much now."

He picked up the motorcycle keys on the table, not intending to listen to what his father said later, "Let's go, come back before dinner."

Being rejected by the school again to no avail, Tang Yuhui walked aimlessly along the river. He didn't know which fork he turned to, and unknowingly came to a temple he had never seen before.

Kang Zhe wasn't there, he didn't understand the situation, so he didn't dare to disturb him.

This is a rather lonely Buddhist temple, which is already a bit dilapidated. Tang Yuhui didn't meet any monks, maybe he went to go around the mountain, or maybe there was no one there long ago.

There is a high platform outside the main temple, almost like an altar, and a tall white tower is built in the center.

Tang Yuhui walked up.He has always been curious, but this is the first time he has seen such white pagodas that can be seen everywhere in the Kangding Grassland up close.

A ring of wind chimes is hung on the top of the tower, and the wind blows gently from time to time, and the deep and distant sound echoes around the open space.

Obviously it is a very simple and high-quality pagoda, but the moment it makes a sound, it is like being awakened by heaven and earth, and there is a sense of splendor and solemnity in an instant.

When Kang Zhe found Tang Yuhui, he saw him standing on the platform from a long distance away, touching the bottom of the white pagoda with his hands, looking up at the top, very absorbed, not knowing what he was thinking.

The motorcycle made a rumbling sound, and the blank scene was immediately pulled closer to Yunying.But they were all in front of him, and Tang Yuhui didn't move at the same place as if he hadn't noticed it yet.

Kang Zhe took off the motorcycle, put his legs on the ground, and suddenly didn't want to get off.

He raised his eyes and called out to the person above in a deep voice, "Tang Yuhui."

The bell on the top of the tower was awakened by the singing in the gap of the wind, and Tang Yuhui's sense of hearing grew back inch by inch——

Kang Che seldom called his name, but at this moment it sounded like a passing water.

Tang Yuhui was still blank, but at least he moved. Kang Zhe frowned when he saw him, "Do you still want to carry you down?"

The frowning brought Tang Yuhui back to his senses, "No... why are you here...?"

Kang Zhe said: "Go shopping, my father asked me to take you back by the way."

The blank scene began to flow, and all the spacious and open brocade clusters, Tang Yuhui blinked, and said slowly: "Are you looking for me?"

Kang Zhe twisted the handle, making a gesture to start the motorcycle, but Tang Yuhui immediately shut up knowingly.

He was obediently planning to walk down the square platform, but the impatient person suddenly stretched his legs, walked a few steps and stood at the bottom of the steps, raised his head and looked at the person standing high.

Tang Yuhui was about to speak, but Kang Che suddenly touched his ankle exposed in the air from below.

Kang Zhe pinched it lightly, and said not very gently: "Hurry up, I'm going back, I'm hungry."

Tang Yuhui was pinched so that all the neurons suddenly concentrated in his ankle, and that small piece of skin began to tingle inexplicably. He shivered, and said truthfully and sincerely: "Sometimes I am really scared by you..."

Kang Zhe interrupted him, suddenly said: "Jump."

Tang Yuhui: "...what?"

Kang Zhe showed a smile: "If you don't dance, I will leave, you can come back by yourself."

Tang Yuhui looked down, it wasn't too high, but Kang Zhe was really not a normal person.

His ankles were still numb, but he took a step with a bit of backbone, as if sullen and childish unwillingness, and his eyes were open and frank, even though thousands of people are going to do it.

What Kang Zhe finds most interesting is Tang Yuhui's courage, which appears to be lonely, isolated but never vulnerable.With such a leap endowed with a sense of youth, the time for both feet to hang in the air seems to be extraordinarily long——

Kang Zhe saw the expression on Tang Yuhui's face, and saw clearly the hem of his clothes that was held back by the wind. It was not until the wind chimes from the top of the White Pagoda passed through the clouds and went straight down to the grass that Kang Zhe's arms were connected to the steps. The weight of the jump.

Kang Zhe put his arms around Tang Yuhui's waist, hugged him high, looked at him quietly with the background for a while, smiled, it was the same as usual, but he was never seen by Tang Yuhui The smile that has been there.

Kang Zhe carried Tang Yuhui onto the motorcycle, buckled the helmet heavily on his head, and said fiercely, "I'll see you where you are going in the future, don't run out by yourself, understand?"