Cloud Chaser Cemetery

When Tang Yuhui said these words, Kang Zhe's heart was actually very peaceful.

It was rare for him not to understand the meaning of others quickly and accurately, but it took several seconds to understand what Tang Yuhui was talking about.

Fortunately, however, Kang Zhe already had an indifferent face that neither knives, guns nor honey could penetrate. He didn't need to confirm, he knew that his face must be calm and calm.

So he thought, this would not hurt Tang Yuhui.

Of course it won't hurt him.

After those few seconds that could be called dazed, Kang Zhe looked at Tang Yuhui's face, but he was actually thinking slowly and calmly, why.

Tang Yuhui undoubtedly has a pair of very beautiful eyes. In fact, he did not have such a happy childhood, but strangely he has the eyes of a child who is fully loved.

Tang Yuhui has many beautiful features, such as elbows, knees, and the bridge of the nose. Perhaps more than one person has lost himself because of these, but if Kang Zhe chooses, the first thing he notices and gives up is the pair of eyes.

Sometimes Kang Zhe would see himself through the two clear pools of water on Tang Yuhui's face, thinking that this might not be another look of that mirror.

This kind of thinking made Kang Che feel tired, as if he was being watched everywhere, so that he didn't even want to be seen again.

Since there were traces, Tang Yuhui's infatuation like a fever did not actually make Kang Zhe feel so strange, and Tang Yuhui actually didn't have to express his liking so cautiously.

Kang Che doesn't resent obsessions, and he certainly doesn't value them; he's received a lot of them, and they've made him good at them.

But maybe it is because it is hard to say how to cherish, so the occasional response is not precious.

In a few seconds, Kang Zhe first felt dazed, shocked, then felt a slight pain and a little tiredness, and finally all these gradually faded away, leaving only the calmness that he was familiar with, as if it was symbiotic with him. She was astonished as if she was on the sidelines, because Kang Zhe understood how deceptive Tang Yuhui's appearance was - he looked innocent, childish, ignorant of everything, and possessed a stupid and frightening courage.

But Kang Che knew that he was actually very, very, very smart, so he might not be able to see the end of the story.

If you can choose again, Kang Zhe will definitely go to take the cable car, and be locked up with Tang Yuhui in the confined space where he resists leaving memories for Tang Yuhui, and see the white cloud that he knows will be beautiful and makes Tang Yuhui widen his eyes and golden light.

Or kiss him, or even take Tang Yuhui out of the cable car, and kiss his forehead in the sunset in front of strangers.

After all, it will be much better than hearing the following words.

So Tang Yuhui is no better than his parents, Kang Zhe thought coldly and on the sidelines, falling in love is not smart enough.

Kang Zhe believes that in the short time and space just now, Tang Yuhui's behavior seems to have returned to his childhood when no one loved him, and he had a chance to choose again.

But Tang Yuhui, who was not smart enough, made the wrong choice. He took the hand of a fresh toy named Kang Zhe, and left the perhaps big and empty house that Kang Zhe had never seen before, as if he could do everything else. No, it's like I don't care about anything.

At the cable car station at the foot of the mountain, Kang Zhe's heartbeat was slow and steady. He didn't think of a way to make Tang Yuhui close his eyes, so he could only ignore him.

He gently raised his hand and put it on the back of Tang Yuhui's neck, and with a little force, he could be called quickly leaving those eyes, letting Tang Yuhui's face rest on his chest.

Tang Yuhui heard a regular but not fast heartbeat, and heard calm but irregular words.

Kang Zhe called him: "Tangtang."

He heard Kang Che say slowly, "I can only walk with you for a short distance."

"The rest you have to go by yourself, I can't accompany you."

Tang Yuhui raised his head and looked at Kang Zhe. He seemed no longer so indifferent, but he was still very proud. Like an older brother, he asked him with deep but not intimate tenderness: "Do you understand?"

Tang Yuhui felt that he wanted to cry, but for some reason, he didn't have such a behavior.

So he quietly hugged Kang Zhe for a while.

After leaving Paoma Mountain, Tang Yuhui and Kang Zhe walked on the street in silence. Tang Yuhui felt that he was losing the memory of the previous second every second, as if he had thought about a lot of things, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

Kang Zhe walked in front, stopped suddenly, and said to Tang Yuhui, "Want to walk?"

Tang Yuhui took off the hat that Kang Zhe had put on his head before. He didn't really want to wear it, he was afraid of breaking it, and he didn't want to wear it again.

Tang Yuhui's time slowed down, as if both twilight and Kang Zhe would make him dull, he said after a while: "Okay, where are you going?"

Kang Zhe said: "Walk casually, are you hungry?"

Unlike Kang Zhe who was hiding behind the operating room and playing with his mobile phone, Tang Yuhui had been basking in the sun for a long time and felt a little pain in his fingers. He shook his head and said after a few seconds, "I'm not hungry."

Kang Che looked at him for a while, then took out the hat he was holding in his hand, and put it on his head again.

Tang Yuhui felt that Kang Che seemed a little sad that he couldn't understand, very faintly.

Kang Che seems to really lack the ability to be soft. Even such a little bit of human sadness is not the kind of wet, tearful sadness; Like a black hole, hard and silent sadness.

Tang Yuhui thought distractedly whether it was because of his untimely confession or the act of not wearing a hat.

After Kang Zhe put on his hat, he said again: "Then just take a walk, it seems that I seldom walk with you."

Tang Yuhui was distracted for a short while, feeling as though this was indeed the case.Most of the trips, they were on the motorcycle, and Tang Yuhui would naturally hug Kang Zhe, and if there was no one, Kang Zhe would hug him down.

On the flat and wide road, Kang Zhe walked ahead of Tang Yuhui.

Tang Yuhui breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know how to walk side by side with Kang Zhe at this time.

The needle-like tingling sensation seemed to spread from the fingertips to the surroundings. Tang Yuhui's nails began to ache. In the silence, the numbness accumulated and suddenly became unbearable. Tang Yuhui stopped screaming When he walked to the front, he and Yu Hui almost became one.

"Ach."

"Can you wait for me," Tang Yuhui said softly, looking at the road paved with orange light, "I really want to hold hands with you in the evening."

If it didn't really happen, maybe Tang Yuhui would never believe that it turns out that the setting sun can be so attached to people's life and death, if he had never heard of it.

Kang Zhe came over and took Tang Yuhui's hand silently.

Kang Zhe's hand was very big, and it felt very rough to the touch. When it was pressed against the skin of the hand, it was hot, as if it was different from Tang Yuhui's imagination, which was as cold and smooth as a god.

They didn't speak, and there were very few pedestrians on the road, but when they passed by, they would all look at them with a little curiosity.

Tang Yuhui held her for a while, then felt that she could let go.

But Kang Zhe held it tightly, as if he hadn't heard the eyes of others, and he opened his mouth after a long time: "Tang Yuhui."

Tang Yuhui's fingers twitched slightly.

His hands were too slender and too white, almost held by Kang Che in his palm.

Kang Che said calmly and firmly, "If possible, I don't want you to remember me."

Tang Yuhui suddenly felt that this scene was ridiculous, and felt that Kang Zhe was very unreasonable. He clenched the other hand hanging by his side without any trace, and said almost a little confused: "How is this possible?"

He even actually smiled, "I'm just an ordinary person, Ah Zhe."

Kang Zhe paused slowly, his slender and broad five fingers pressed between Tang Yuhui's fingers, and it seemed that he was about to clasp him tightly, but in the end there was still no force, and they did not hold together.

"when are you leaving?"

Tang Yuhui raised his head and looked at him with a little bewilderment and a little sadness, "It's still a few days."

"I know," Kang Zhe let go of Tang Yuhui's hand, turned around and stood in a place against the light, looking at him, his face was blurred, his voice was deep, even with a bit of sharp sternness.

"I mean, are you going?"

This was not a question, Kang Che's tone was a little ruthless, as if within a few minutes, he had had enough of coaxing and covering up.

In fact, Kang Che seldom uses questions, and even if he does, his sincerity is limited, because he often knows the answer before he speaks.

But Kang Zhe's expression now told Tang Yuhui that he seemed so cruel that he needed to ask a definite answer.Tang Yuhui really wanted to ask, Ah Zhe, do you like me, but the pain of being let go of his hand made him feel an unprecedented fear, which made him unable to form such a sentence, almost as if he was praying He thought to himself, he is not afraid of anything.

So he can only say the answer he thinks Kang Zhe wants to hear, hoping that Kang Zhe can let him go.