Cloud Chaser Cemetery

The best tourist season in western Sichuan is summer and autumn. If you open all the travel software, it will be marked like this.

The spring in the plateau is too short, and the warm breath will be blown away by the immature summer wind in a blink of an eye.

But even in July and August, Kangding is still very cold in the morning and evening, let alone early summer.

Tang Yuhui came back from school every day, and went to the roof to look at the stars for a while after eating.

Kang Zhe was afraid that he would catch a cold, so although he didn't agree with it, he didn't stop him too much in the end.

Kang Zhe didn't know where the red blanket was taken away, but even if it was still there, it was difficult for Tang Yuhui to wear it calmly.Kang Zhe took the next best thing and went to the house to get a dark blue blanket again, but it may be a psychological effect, Tang Yuhui always felt that it was not as warm as the previous one.

Once the cold season is over, more and more people come to western Sichuan to travel. There are almost no vacant rooms in the inn. Father Kang and mother seldom go home, so they live directly in the inn, which is convenient for taking care of the inn. affairs.

Tang Yuhui went to school during the day, and after Kang Zhe sent him off, he came back to help Kang's father and mother take care of the store.

However, according to Kang's father's complaints during dinner, Tang Yuhui deduced that Kang Zhe was often lazy, and went to see the sheep he had been thinking about or go riding a horse, and then lay down on the hillside for an afternoon.

Until I went to school to pick up Tang Yuhui back from school.

Because of this situation, Tang Yuhui cherished the time lying on the roof side by side with Kang Zhe every night.

He knew his summer was short and would be over soon.

After several days of observation, Tang Yuhui discovered that Kang's father and mother seldom cared about what Kang Zhe was doing, and even seldom asked about Kang Zhe's affairs. Maximum freedom.

As far as laziness is concerned, complaints are complaints. If it weren't for Kang's father's acquiescence and indifferent attitude, Tang Yuhui felt that Kang Che would not do this often.

Kang Zhe's treatment of Tang Yuhui recently can be called gentle.Although Kang Zhe didn't say anything, Tang Yuhui always felt that since the last night in the grassland, Kang Zhe seemed to have developed something similar to a sense of responsibility towards him.

Many times Tang Yuhui felt that Kang Che might be swearing in his heart, but he still tried his best to spend time with Tang Yuhui doing meaningless things without saying anything.As if Tang Yuhui should not be left alone, it has changed a lot from the previous time when his face was full of "stay away from me".

Almost every night, the two lay side by side on the roof of the building, on a blanket, staring intently at the sky above their heads.

When looking at the moon, Kang Zhe is silent and dim; when looking at the stars, Kang Zhe is dazzling and bright; but without exception, he is always very silent and serene.

It's not that there is no speech or no communication, on the contrary, Kang Che's talking has always been very interesting.It's just that Tang Yuhui felt that when Kang Zhe was always shrouded in the distant night sky, the meaning of everything around him would become very light.

It is often said that lovers are the farthest away when they look into the distance, but Tang Yuhui felt that when there was no one in Kang Zhe's eyes, he was closer to him.

Because it seemed like Kang Zhe let go of all his indifference, and finally admitted frankly in front of Tang Yuhui that there was indeed nothing in his eyes.

Not even himself.

For some reason, Tang Yuhui always felt that Kang Zhe should be alone.

Kang Zhe is not proud of his loneliness, and of course he is not ashamed of his loneliness; he has always been proud from the beginning to the end—not the kind of windy man with his head held high and his spine propped up. The pride of the scenery; but the kind of calm, willing to wake up alone, cold and silent pride.

Of course, Tang Yuhui is not stupid, and his growth experience taught him to establish a self-protection mechanism very early - the sense of smell in the face of danger, and the ability to refuse to be sad. Even now, Tang Yuhui wakes up every morning and opens his eyes. The first thought in my heart is - I always want to go.

You can love a cloud, watch a moon, get close to it, and admire it, but you can't catch up with it, and you can't take it away.

Of course Tang Yuhui understood this truth, he could vaguely sense that Kang Zhe should like him, maybe very much, or even the only one he was tempted to like.

But Kang Zhe is a person who doesn't even love himself, which is destined to stand on two different roads from the beginning, which do not meet, and there seems to be no need to stop.

And Tang Yuhui is describing Kang Zhe more deeply during his short journey day after day, and then looking for a time similar to this in his countless possible futures.

And he can realize that compared with his deep love for Kang Zhe, what scares him more is the gradual nostalgia.

——Especially after the relationship between the two people goes further.

Tang Yuhui didn't know if he was born with zero, because compared with the meaning of his body, he always felt that his growing weakness after that was more frightening to him-he was indeed becoming softer irresistibly, his The feelings are more delicate and lingering, he doesn't want to be separated from Kang Zhe, and always wants to get close to him from time to time.Tang Yuhui knew that this was far more terrifying than a love that was about to be crushed.

Now what he pays is love, affection, it doesn't matter, this is not scary enough, not everyone has to live by love.

Tang Yuhui is willing to be unrequited nourishment. After all, he is not the only one in the past and present. Time flies, and generations have passed by. Everyone may have hoped to nourish the impermanent life phenomenon that he is now fully committed to.

But attachment is something else entirely—it means possession, trust, the pain that always comes with the trek, love parting, wanting nothing.

Alas, Tang Yuhui sighed helplessly facing the night sky, thinking what should I do?

"What's wrong?" Kang Zhe, who was lying next to him, heard him sigh, so he turned his head sideways.

"It's nothing," Tang Yuhui said rather sadly, "I'd better stay away from you."

"Huh?" Kang Zhe looked puzzled.

He lay back on his back, as if thinking seriously: "Have I been too used to you recently?"

Tang Yuhui could already see that he didn't care at all, because Kang Zhe would not be emotionally affected by such a trivial matter, he was quite tired and said: "Azhe, if you really get used to me. "

When Kang Zhe heard the words, he suppressed a little smile, and said seriously as if he was very serious: "Which habit?"

As long as Tang Yuhui had a bit of courage, he must have yelled at the night sky, Kang Zhe, you are enough, but even though he knew that Kang Zhe might not even have a response, Tang Yuhui was still reluctant to say it.

Tang Yuhui said reservedly: "Anyway, it's not the aspect you think... not for the time being... Well, leave me alone, I think I may just be too lacking in love."

Kang Zhe didn't speak anymore, and when Tang Yuhui started to be in a daze again, and the two fell into silence again, Kang Zhe suddenly turned over, put his hands on Tang Yuhui's sides, and pressed him down.

——It was that foul, sweet half-smile again, Kang Zhe narrowed his eyes and looked at him lightly, "How lacking? Isn't there enough people in this world to love you?"

Tang Yuhui hugged him back quietly, "It's not that kind, you know, that's not what I said."

It is very happy to be able to embrace the person you like under the starry sky. Tang Yuhui looked at the vastness that silently embraced them with a little regret.

Kang Zhe's smile remained unchanged, as if he was always looking at him from a distance through a layer of fog that could never be clarified, "That's difficult."

"Probably." Tang Yuhui was silent for a while, and then smiled, "But what do you think of the way to be happy day by day, Ah Zhe?"

Kang Zhe glanced at him, seemed a little surprised, nodded, "Well, that's it."

These words were cloudy, but Tang Yuhui knew that Kang Zhe understood everything.

Tang Yuhui has been able to understand, from the day he fell in love with Kang Zhe, or from the earlier time, when Kang Zhe galloped up to him at the airport on the plateau, and gave him an encounter under the clear sky—— Tang Yuhui had already felt that vague pain at that time, since the day they first met, it never disappeared from his love.

He is a stern liar at all, he is most afraid that Kang Zhe will see clearly, and he is afraid that Kang Zhe will not want him.

Tang Yuhui changed the subject in a timely manner: "Ah Zhe, take me to the county seat tomorrow."

Kang Che was a little surprised and said, "I thought you wouldn't go."

Tang Yuhui didn't look at him, and smiled at the stars all over the sky, "You should go there once."

Kang Che paused, "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, just walk around." Tang Yuhui said, "There is nothing in the town. I want to buy a few books for the children in the class, and I also want to buy two clothes for the past two days."

He was silent for a while, and then said very slowly: "I still want to buy something for my friends."

Both of them looked up at the night sky at this time, and did not look at each other.Kang Zhe's gaze seemed to rest on Tang Yuhui for a while, but that was too far away and too light, and Tang Yuhui wasn't sure if they really happened.

Kang Zhe's voice didn't sound hesitant at all, and Tang Yuhui's vague pain intensified.

He got an affirmative answer, and rightly so.

——Kang Zhe's words are the same as usual, as distant and smiling as when we first met.

"Okay, I'll take you there tomorrow."

The author says:

In any environment or a person, when you feel the pain of parting when you meet for the first time, you must fall in love with him. ——Huang Yongyu "Along the Seine to Emerald"