Cloud Chaser Cemetery

Kang Zhe stood without saying a word for a while, Tang Yuhui felt that he would not get an answer, and gradually let go of his hand in disappointment.

As soon as he let go, Kang Che took a step back.

Tang Yuhui paused, feeling a little hurt.

Although he was used to being rejected by Kang Zhe, he rarely exposed himself to this point, and the light in his eyes instantly went out uncontrollably.

However, in the next second, someone bent over his knees and hugged him horizontally.

Compared with many Tibetan men, Kang Zhe can even be said to be a little thinner.He is thin, although he is tall, but not strong, and he always wears a vague smile. If he does not reveal his true emotions, he does not seem to be very aggressive; even people who do not know him , at first glance, I still think he is a clean big boy.

But Tang Yuhui knew from long-term experience that Kang Zhe had great strength, and he never moved his mouth when he could do it.When he is silent, narrowing his eyes, or smiling casually, the time around him seems to slow down like nostalgia, and the surrounding light will instantly darken. Only he is the quiet and lovely person in the space. Looking at things, people can't help but want to look at him for a long time.

It might be dangerous, but it just makes people unable to extricate themselves.

It's the same now. This is the most charming time for Kang Zhe. He hugged Tang Yuhui horizontally without saying a word, walked out of the gate of the inn, hugged him onto the motorcycle that had just been turned off, and said in a deep voice: "In this Wait me a moment."

Tang Yuhui's heartbeat made his ears go numb, and he sat under the starry sky for a while, feeling that the unstoppable love was longer than the Milky Way.

He looked up at the sky, thinking regretfully and full of nostalgia, only a very few people in this world have seen such a night.

Kang Zhe came back quickly, he took the huge red blanket, the red was still conspicuous in the dark night, Tang Yuhui was deeply touched in an instant.

He remembered that this blanket was wrapped in the silent bonfire at night when he went downstairs to say hello to Kang Zhe for the first time, and had accompanied him through many peaceful evenings on the roof, and now it smelled of clean soap, It was unfolded by Kang Zhe like a wedding dress, and draped over Tang Yuhui's body.

Kang Zhe whispered: "It's cold at night."

Tang Yuhui hummed, and said softly, "Where are we going?"

Kang Zhe was silent for a while, and one corner of his mouth was tilted up, that canine tooth was just showing a charming sharp corner, "I don't know, you decide."

He put on a helmet for Tang Yuhui, started the motorcycle, and with the sound of the rumbling engine and the frantic wind, he rushed into the wider night.

It was really cold at night, and it was obvious that it would be early summer in a short time, but Tang Yuhui still felt the merciless chill of the mountain wind—they blew away the clouds, made the stars brighter, and made Kang The hem of Zhe's clothes blows like a silhouette in the revolving door of life.

Tang Yuhui hugged Kang Zhe's waist tightly, trying to convey warmth to Kang Zhe, but found that Kang Zhe was not cold, maybe his hands were frozen unconscious by the wind, Tang Yuhui slowly separated the Touching a layer of cloth, he actually felt that his iceberg was warm.

"Ach," Tang Yuhui said softly, "Can you sing Kangding's love song?"

"Huh?" Kang Zhe was taken aback, and sneered mercilessly, "Why are you singing it at this time, I hate this song the most."

Tang Yuhui originally thought that the wind was too strong, and Kang Che should not be able to hear it, but he lost his momentum for a while, "Why, I think it sounds very good..."

Kang Zhe didn't answer. Tang Yuhui was used to being connoted by him, and he had already cultivated the mentality of being as immobile as a mountain. Just when he was about to ask again, a low-pitched chant surrounded by the wind in the wilderness seemed to shake Tang Yuhui's nerves The same, clearly passed to his ears.

It is a Tibetan folk song.

To be honest, like most people, Tang Yuhui used to think that although the languages ​​of ethnic minorities have their own value, they often seem not so appropriate.Putonghua with correct characters and round accents often represents official cultural symbols, so other forms will inevitably appear to have a local flavor—although it is heavy, it always sounds unsophisticated.

For example, he has always felt that the pronunciation of the word Tashi is very strange, a bit clumsy, with a feeling of dullness, but when Kang Zhe sang, these natural words are really as empty and far away as the wind in the wasteland , so long and clear.

In this deep and distant singing, Tang Yuhui felt an empty call like a long wind in the wilderness.

He has no beliefs, and these things used to represent a strange tradition far away from him, but at this moment he can really feel the metaphysical pursuit of rebirth.

Tang Yuhui felt as if he was going to be blown through by the cool night wind. His soul and body were divided into two, far away from the motorbike, the dark road, and even Kang Zhe, and turned into a picture. The kite that is about to fly to the snow mountain - he may never reach it in his whole life, but he really wants to catch up with the cloud that gathers and disperses.

Kang Che said that he was allowed to decide, so he really only cared about running forward.

Tang Yuhui saw the bright moon hanging in the distance, and quietly watched them running in a silence.

And on the hillside where Gongga Mountain could be seen, Tang Yuhui made Kang Zhe stop.

Kang Zhe's collar was disheveled by the wind, the cold water in his eyes was almost competing with the moonlight, the vastness was like night, so distant and quiet.

Tang Yuhui wanted to get down by himself, but Kang Zhe held his hand.

It turned out that Tang Yuhui was not an illusion, his iceberg was really warm.

Kang Che hugged him gently.Tang Yuhui was wrapped in a blanket and placed steadily on the grass on the hillside step by step.

It's really cold.Tang Yuhui looked into Kang Zhe's eyes, even though he was lying on the blanket, he still wanted to tremble.

A gust of wind blew over, and Kang Zhe knelt down on his knees, lying on top of him.

Behind him is the night sky full of stars, and Kang Zhe is also like a fallen star, slowly approaching involuntarily.

Kang Zhe leaned over, clasped Tang Yuhui's wrist with both hands, and opened the zipper of Tang Yuhui's down jacket with his teeth.

This down jacket was lent to Tang Yuhui by Kang Che when he saw him for the first time, and Tang Yuhui always put it on from time to time.He was obviously in a bad mood when he went out today, so he wrapped himself up subconsciously.

The moment Kang Zhe saw Tang Yuhui walking out of school in the afternoon, he suddenly realized that the dress turned out to be so big.

Tang Yuhui might have been shivering because he was afraid of the cold, but Kang Zhe kindly let him go.

He didn't take off the coat, but gently picked up the hem of Tang Yuhui's long sleeve from Shan Ruliu.This piece of skin was exactly as Kang Zhe had imagined, and it even surprised Kang Zhe—the answer he gave out of his mouth was really so accurate, and it was really as white as goat's milk.

Kang Zhe gently massaged Tang Yuhui's waistline with his fingers, and lifted Tang Yuhui's arm up with one hand, pressing on the wrist with a little force.

Stop shaking, Kang Che thought, your skin is so thin, your pulse is beating so fast, why are you so positive in your fear and response, as if you will die if you leave you.

Tang Yuhui was almost on the verge of crying, his voice was trembling, and he said carefully: "Ach..."

Kang Zhe finally looked away as if pity, he bent down without saying a word, and clasped Tang Yuhui's back with his hands lingering around his waist, and swept up inch by inch.

The bodies of the two overlapped each other, and Kang Zhe lingered between Tang Yuhui's teeth. The iceberg seemed to be a volcano. Tang Yuhui felt for the first time that Kang Zhe's body temperature was not low. At this moment, he seemed to be scorched by high temperature. Baked rocks.

Tang Yuhui's hands were tied, unable to move, he could only gently rub Kang Zhe's calf with his feet.

Kang Zhe paused, and hooked around Tang Yuhui's tongue, which had been hiding back, with the tip of his tongue, as if pushing in punitively, Tang Yuhui immediately let out a whimper.

Kang Zhe propped up his upper body, and said with a half-smile, "You're quite courageous."

... Tang Yuhui was about to speak when Kang Zhe gagged his mouth. His long-sleeved T-shirt was completely pushed up, exposing two bright red spots. Kang Zhe actually used his canine teeth to grind him, Tang Yuhui's whole body trembled, his waist was lifted up unconsciously, and the back of his feet was stretched straight.

Kang Zhe's hands slowly wandered down from his ears, around his neck, hovering between all his bare skin delicately like stroking a lover.

Tang Yuhui licked his cochlea like a lamb, Kang Zhe paused, then pressed down hard, wrapped his hands around Tang Yuhui's thin waist, and moved his thumbs back and forth not too gently.

Kang Zhe pushed Tang Yuhui's trousers to the bend of his knees, but he just untied his belt, put his protruding hip bones against Tang Yuhui's lower abdomen, and slowly rubbed it back and forth.

Tang Yuhui trembled as if he had been electrocuted, he was wronged and itchy, and he begged: "Ach..."

Kang Zhe's voice was so deep that it seemed to be wrapped in sand, "What did I ask you to call me?"

Tang Yuhui shook violently, and Kang Zhe pushed himself up, as if he had given him enough patience, he said, "What do you call me?"

Despite biting his lip, Tang Yuhui still cried obediently, "Brother Ah Zhe..."

A finger was protruded in, but it seemed to be very easy to do. It moved forward inch by inch in Tang Yuhui's hole at a leisurely pace, and entangled for a while without too much force before slowly allowing the other finger to come in.

Tang Yuhui was tortured to the point of madness. He approached sadly and began to nibble on Kang Zhe's collarbone, but felt that it was not enough to relieve his hatred, so he went up and licked Kang Zhe's ear pinna hard.

The unbearable panting was instantly magnified, Kang Zhe took a deep breath, and pressed his fingers into the depths fiercely, Tang Yuhui trembled, almost out of shape.

Kang Zhe withdrew all his fingers as if losing his patience, took out a tube-shaped object from his bag, squeezed it hard, and almost half of it was in his hand.

He returned to his usual appearance, and scribbled to squeeze this layer of transparency into Tang Yuhui's body.

Tang Yuhui gasped as if he was about to cry, he said with difficulty: "What did you paint?"

Kang Zhe looked at him and smiled slowly, "Aloe vera gel."

Tang Yuhui bit his lower lip, and turned his head away from looking at him, but Kang Zhe forced his head back, forcing him to look at himself covered with a gel-like substance.

Kang Zhe said slowly: "Tang Yuhui, look, your place is shining brightly."

Tang Yuhui was really about to cry, wishing to swallow the bullying words back into his stomach, but Kang Zhe still smiled maliciously in his ear: "Is this water? So sticky?"

"Tang Yuhui, you've soiled your favorite blanket, it's wet a lot."

"Tang Yuhui, why are your legs so spread apart?"

"Tang Yuhui," Kang Zhe put his lips against Tang Yuhui's ear, crushed his earlobe with his canine teeth, and said lightly, "Are you owed bullying or fucked?"

Tang Yuhui couldn't help but straightened up, bit the edge of her underwear, and took off the last layer of Kang Zhe's diaphragm.

After getting angry, Tang Yuhui suddenly realized that his cheek was leaning against Kang Zhe's legs, and he panicked for a moment, the scalding heat almost burned him.

Kang Zhe looked at him with a casual smile, and the two finally exposed themselves to the last step. Kang Zhe stopped talking and pushed away Tang Yuhui's wetness vigorously.The sound of the water was disordered, Tang Yuhui screamed in pain, but Kang Zhe covered his mouth with his hands, and pushed forward ferociously regardless.

The fine groans still overflowed from between the fingers as if unbearable:

"Ah---Ach---ahhhhhh---"

In the pumping back and forth, Tang Yuhui was pushed straight back, and his cry gradually changed its taste, and the trilling sounds were dyed with a roundabout spring color, flowing thinly and sharply into the night .

Tang Yuhui said in his heart with the movement of the head: Ah Zhe, Ah Zhe, my Ah Zhe.

Kang Che stopped talking when he was really fucking.He was so fierce that he pinched Tang Yuhui's waist red, and Tang Yuhui was unable to stand up and down, and soon ejaculated.

Kang Zhe was expressionless, and when he was about to be released at the end, Tang Yuhui's wrist was clasped again, until Kang Zhe bent down indifferently, Tang Yuhui felt the body was filled with a huge tremor. a stream of heat.

Kang Che's panting was like a wild animal, gradually calming down in his silent silence.Tang Yuhui stared blankly at the night sky, remembering many things incomprehensibly.

Visual, tactile, spatial, and time--a glimpse of his parents; the TV in the cafeteria showing documentaries; the comings and goings of classmates; the trees and autumn in Beijing; Stuck at the airport, Kang Zhe came rumbling towards him on a motorcycle, with a cloud always behind him.

Kang Zhe's clothes were filled with the night wind of the prairie, as if they were about to fly.

He gave Tang Yuhui a sleepy look, then bent down, wrapped the blanket around the two of them, and hugged him tenderly and tiredly.