Cloud Chaser Cemetery

The festival Kang Zhe and the others prepared is the Mountain Turning Festival on April [-] in Kangding every year.

In the place where the Tibetan and Han ethnic groups live together, there has been a saying for a long time: the eighth day of the fourth month of the lunar calendar is the birthday of Sakyamuni Buddha. One hundred thousand times the merit.

Every year on this day, people from far and near the Ganzi Tibetan area will wear national costumes and gather on the Paoma Mountain and the banks of the Zheduo River.

People first go to the temple to burn incense and pray, burn paper money, and then turn to the mountain to worship the gods, praying for the gods to bless the coming year with prosperity.

Kang Zhe told Tang Yuhui that in the past, every time Tibetans went around the mountain, they would set up tents and carry out various activities. Each village would also perform Tibetan opera, sing folk songs, and dance Guozhuang dance and Xianzi dance. , The riders will also conduct horse racing and archery competitions.The Tibetan girls all dressed up beautifully and went out to have a picnic on the grassland.

Tang Yuhui imagined it for a while, and felt very fascinated. Although Kang Zhe poured cold water on it and said that the tradition of the past is long gone, and it is more like a tourist festival revolving around tourists, he is still looking forward to it and counting the days. The arrival of the eighth of April.

He wanted Kang Zhe to take him to the county town to participate in the festival, but Kang Zhe obviously wanted to refuse.

He suggested that Tang Yuhui go by car by himself, and mentioned that there are many tourists to join in the fun during the annual Zhuanshan Festival.

Without Kang Zhe as the accompanying adverbial, Tang Yuhui's interest suddenly faded a lot, and he said a little melancholy: "Why don't you go?"

Kang Zhe said: "Because that day is indeed a very important day, I can't leave."

"Is there anything important for you?" Tang Yuhui pursed her lips, feeling that she still wanted to go, so her heart sank, and her voice softened, "I want you to accompany me."

——His acting like a baby was actually unnatural, but the air immediately became sweet and dense.

This seems to be Tang Yuhui's own talent. He rarely uses it, but it stands to reason that he has tried it every time.

Coning said that this was his big weapon, and told Tang Yuhui not to take it out casually, and seriously suspected that it would lead to a war.

Although Tang Yuhui felt that Ko Ning's statement was a consistent commercial exaggerated compliment, he could also roughly understand that if he lowered his profile and made a sincere request, he would almost never be rejected.

It may be that the world is full of color control with a high probability, but it is more likely that he is deceptively innocent-the same language, if Tang Yuhui softens his tone, the carbohydrate content seems to be more saturated than others.He deliberately wrapped his words with a layer of sweet bullets, hoping that Kang Zhe would be confused for a while.

It's a pity that Kang Zhe seems to be immune to sugar, he said indifferently without any reaction: "It should not be possible."

"Okay," Tang Yuhui actually knew it would be like this, and became even more depressed, because he really wanted to go, so he had to lower his expectations and choose plan B.

He said sadly and dejectedly, "Then I'll just hitch a ride with someone else."

"Actually, you don't have to go," Kang Zhe said suddenly, "there are activities in the town as well, but it's not as big as the county."

Tang Yuhui blinked, then looked at Kang Zhe without moving for a moment, "Oh."

Kang Zhe glanced at him, and said indifferently: "Will you go?"

Tang Yuhui was silent for a while without speaking, and suddenly drew closer to Kang Zhe, kissed him on the cheek forcefully, then hung on Kang Zhe's body, and began to lift his clothes to look around.

Kang Zhe took him off his body not very politely, and said calmly: "What are you doing?"

Tang Yuhui raised his head and said seriously, "I'm looking for bullet holes in the frosting."

"I don't understand." Kang Zhe wrapped Tang Yuhui's chin with one hand, and pinched his cheek gently, "Are you going or not?"

"I'm not going..." Tang Yuhui rubbed against his palm, curled the corners of his eyes, and smiled sweetly, "Then how will you celebrate the festival?"

Kang Zhe put down his hand and said simply: "Jishan."

Tang Yuhui paused, and said hesitantly, "Oh...then I...can I go?"

Kang Zhe stretched his waist, "There's nothing wrong with it. As long as you maintain the respect you deserve, no one will care."

"Then I want to go," Tang Yuhui said, "I want to follow you."

Kang Zhe hummed, raised his hand and pinched the back of his neck, "Then go ask my parents and say hello to them."

"Then I'll go now!" Tang Yuhui raised his voice.

He got up from Kang Zhe and quickly ran downstairs.

Kang Zhe stood on the roof platform and looked down for a while, and saw Tang Yuhui gesturing excitedly with his father in the yard with his hands and feet on the ground.He took out his phone and opened the calendar, tapped the screen twice with his fingers calmly, stared at it for a while, and then locked the screen.

Tang Yuhui ran up after a while. "Uncle and aunt agreed!" He said happily, "Just let me not say that I am a guest of your family. This is not good, so can I say that I am a relative of your family?"

Kang Zhe sighed silently in his heart, he pulled Tang Yuhui over, scratched his chin like a cat, and said lightly, "Then you are?"

Foul it.

Tang Yuhui's heart felt numb, and he said in a low voice: "...how should I answer this? I guess this is not a simple proposition."

His face quickly turned red again, and Kang Zhe rubbed Tang Yuhui's cheek, feeling a little hotter than before.

No thermometer is that fast.

Kang Zhe felt that it was interesting, and raised one corner of his mouth, "Then you call Brother Ah Zhe?"

"No..." Tang Yuhui turned his face away.

His cheeks were so red that it was almost gorgeous, but his mouth still had a backbone, "Why are you always like this..."

"What is it like?" Kang Zhe was in a good mood, rarely interested in asking questions.

"Hmm...it seems like you are very good at... having been in love many times..." Tang Yuhui said slowly.

It was as if the pause button was suddenly pressed in the air. Although it was very short, Tang Yuhui noticed Kang Zhe's light pause.

However, his expression quickly returned to its original state, and he even smiled and said to Tang Yuhui, "Oh, are we in a relationship?"

The corners of Kang Zhe's eyes were bent in the same way as before, but his eyes began to change from autumn to winter. Although the smile remained the same, the vague feeling that followed everywhere returned——

He said slowly to Tang Yuhui: "That's not many times, this is probably the first time."

Tang Yuhui should have been happy, but the rapid and huge loss wrapped him like a cocoon, and he reluctantly replied: "Oh, that's my first time too."

Kang Zhe let go of the arms around him, stared at Tang Yuhui's face for a while, and then quietly returned to Tang Yuhui's familiar Kang Zhe's appearance——

He said to Tang Yuhui in a very slow tone: "I'm not happy if I do this."

No one spoke, and the air began to turn into a cohesive fluid, densely filling the dull space.

After a while, Tang Yuhui smiled hard, "No, I'm just a little surprised, haven't you ever been in a relationship?"

Kang Zhe was also silent for a while, and then raised the corner of his mouth, "I don't know, that's how it is anyway. What about you, have you never been in a relationship at school?"

Tang Yuhui shook his head. He didn't want to continue this topic. At this time, he regretted bringing it up very much. He just said simply: "No."

Kang Zhe nodded, not letting him go, "Why?"

Tang Yuhui looked into his eyes for a while, and replied a little tiredly, "Because there is no one I like."

The air was quiet for a while, as if standing in front of a mirror, Kang Che silently smiled indifferently at his original soul presented in it.

He waited for a while, and finally stretched out his hand, pulled Tang Yuhui into his arms, and kissed his eyes, "Well, I see, don't be upset, and I am the same."

Tang Yuhui blinked slowly. He really wanted to hear Kang Zhe say it once, but he didn't dare to mention liking again, so he cleverly changed the syntax: "Do you think... Is there anything wrong with me, no Disgusting...?"

Kang Zhe pondered for a while, then he naturally put his hand into Tang Yuhui's coat, through the innermost white T-shirt, and stroked his ribs like he usually touches the back of a sheep, thought for a while, Give an obviously wrong answer: "Skin?"

Tang Yuhui didn't mean that at all, but he was still electrified all over his body. He turned his head and looked at him with wide eyes, wanting to protest, but Kang Zhe showed him a big smile, "It's very white, like goat's milk, and it turns red when it's exposed to the sun." .”

Although it was not voluntary, Tang Yuhui's own body functioned as if to prove that what Kang Zhe said was always right, and his cheeks quickly turned red.

Tang Yuhui even thought a little desperately, people with thin skin are really miserable. Is it possible to control blushing?This conditioned reflex is completely redundant and unnecessary.

Kang Zhe understood what Tang Yuhui wanted to hear, but the person who answered the question was always so boring, so he changed the answer with a questioning attitude: "Eyes?"

He lowered his head, as if he had pondered for a while, and said with a little smile: "Very charming?"

Giving up, Tang Yuhui surrendered silently.

He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Forget it, can't I stop asking..."

Kang Zhe smiled, gently pressed Tang Yuhui's drooping head down again, and kissed the top of his hair—"The skin, eyes, bones, and heart are all good and pleasing, Nothing annoying."