Cloud Chaser Cemetery

Facing the peak of Gongga halfway up, Kang Zhe looked at Tang Yuhui holding him carefully with an expressionless face, raised his worried face, and wanted to turn his head away, or just don't look at him.

He knew that his hands were shaking, but he didn't feel any particularly strong feeling in his heart.

Every time he trembles, Kang Che even finds it a little funny when he thinks about it.

But this time he didn't stare at the mirror sarcastically, as if if he was hugged, he could stand in front of it without pretending not to be tired.

Kang Zhe wanted to smoke again, and also wanted to really sigh, or sleep for a long time without waking up.

Kang Zhe looked at his calm heart indifferently for a while, and felt that there was nothing but a handful of tired dust that seemed to be burnt out.

Alas, don't look at it.Kang Zhe thought wearily, don't look at me.

I'm going to break you up.

The person in front of him was hugged by him silently, and Tang Yuhui panicked subconsciously. He didn't know what to do, so he could only hug Kang Zhe in a way that he liked to be comforted, seeming a little clumsy.

Kang Zhe's silent and calm trembling just now caused Tang Yuhui's heart to suddenly feel empty and painful. Even holding him at this moment didn't feel real, just like holding a mass of accumulation that was about to torrential and then disappeared into the sky. rain cloud.

But the kind of empathy that made him unable to cry seemed to be Tang Yuhui's instant illusion. Kang Zhe soon stopped trembling, and calmly took Tang Yuhui's hand.

Tang Yuhui stood blankly for a while, Kang Zhe lit a cigarette, smoked half of it and spit out a slow and long smoke towards the sky, then stopped, and smiled familiarly at Tang Yuhui.

Seeing him, Tang Yuhui grinned the corners of his mouth almost a little loosely, then rolled down the unfinished cigarette, walked over, and took Tang Yuhui's hand.

He heard Kang Che say as if sighing: "Forget it."

Tang Yuhui was led by Kang Zhe to the stone without saying a word.

To his surprise, it was an ordinary and huge stone, nothing special, the only thing that stood out was the traces that seemed to have been moved over by someone later.

The fluttering ribbon I saw in the distance just now, but upon closer inspection, Tang Yuhui discovered that it was a red streamer tied to a tall fir branch with Tibetan characters written on it.

Tang Yuhui couldn't understand what was written, but it felt like a name.

After the two stood in silence for a while, Kang Zhe finally spoke: "Did my dad mention a friend of mine to you when you went to my house last time?"

Tang Yuhui's heart trembled inexplicably, as if a certain guess had been confirmed, he said cautiously and softly: "I remember."

"I knew it," Kang Zhe smiled faintly, "My dad's expression made me think of him."

"Ach..." Tang Yuhui didn't know what to say, and took his hand obediently as if to please him, and pressed his soft flesh into his palm.

"You have a little resemblance, but not much. Do you remember his name? His name is Sangji, but he is not actually buried here," Kang Zhe squeezed his hand back, and suddenly turned to ask Tang Yu Hui asked a question, "You know that only sinners in Tibetans will be buried, right?"

Tang Yuhui froze for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I know..."

Kang Zhe pinched his fingertips not so gently, "You don't have to be so careful about what you say, I didn't bury him, and the soul is not here, he can't hear it, and he won't mind."

Tang Yuhui didn't know what to say, and was just about to say some suitable words softly and not so clumsily to comfort him, but he heard Kang Zhe beside him, saying flatly and slowly: "Mine is here."

Tang Yuhui raised his head abruptly, his lips parted unconsciously, and the hands they held shook violently.

Kang Zhe didn't look at him, and continued talking on his own: "There are only some things he used to be buried here, such as clothes, books, and other things, it should be, I guess he only has these things " Kang Zhe smiled lightly, "There is nothing, so I just moved a stone here. But at least you can see the snow-capped mountains here."

"We didn't find his body. It should have been washed away by muddy water in the mountains."

Kang Zheping said flatly: "I think it's pretty good, it's better than being buried in the soil."

He seemed to be the same as Tang Yuhui Science Pu, saying without emotion: "In the concept of Tibetans, burial is the most insulting burial method, and it is a punishment for the dead. Their souls will be trapped in the ground and cannot ascend to heaven." In the past, only robbers, murderers, or people who brought infectious diseases were buried in this cruel way."

"Even if you don't believe in Buddhism, you should know," Kang Zhe said, "How to die is actually more important to us than how to live."

Tang Yuhui remained silent for a while before softly saying, "Why..."

Kang Zhe turned his head and stared at the fluttering red flag, before speaking for a long time, "Actually, I don't quite understand, his father is too cruel, how can such a kind person do this, why, I also I don’t know, I don’t think so.”

Out of natural instinct or extremely keen intuition, Tang Yuhui felt a strong fear at this moment. He felt that he should leave immediately, stop asking questions immediately, and should not hear the story behind, he almost eagerly pulled Touching Kang Zhe's cuff, like a deserter, panicked because of a stone and a tree, "A Zhe..."

too slow.A long, silent, cage-like gunpowder smoke was lingering on Kang Zhe's body. He calmly pushed away the mirror and let go of Tang Yuhui's hand, "It's not homosexuality, plus someone who likes me Friends, really not."

Shenzhen City three years ago, No. 28 Zhiyuan Middle Road, Shenzhen North Railway Station.

Kang Zhe leaned on a pillar, twirling the cigarette case in his trouser pocket in boredom. After thinking about it, he still felt that it was not worth paying a fine for such a small matter, mainly because it was troublesome and silly to be caught paying the money in public. of.

He let out a long and weary breath.

Last night, a nearly scrapped Suzuki was delivered to the store. I don’t know which road it came down from. It was raped like this. A group of young masters seemed to be not short of money. As it turned out, the boss knew the owner of the car, so he rushed over specially, smiling to let Kang Zhe take it easy to fix it.

The boss is a friend Kang Zhe met in Qinghai. He doesn't come to the store often, but he has a good relationship with Kang Zhe.

Kang Zhe weighed it up, and felt that although it was a bit troublesome, it was just the time to pass the last period of time in Shenzhen.

He was repairing the exhaust pipe in the morning, his body was dirty, he was tired and hot, when Kang's father suddenly called and asked him to go to the train station to pick up someone.

Kang Zhe was almost at a loss and said: "Who will you pick up?"

"Huh? Didn't your Uncle Deji call you?" Kang's father said, "Xiao Sang came to Shenzhen to look for a job and arrived after two o'clock in the afternoon. I asked him to come and join you for a while."

Kang Che's nerves jumped unhappily, he lowered his eyelids, and said without emotion: "Sangji."

He switched hands to answer the phone, keeping the receiver farther away, "I have nothing to go to, I'm working."

Father Kang smiled over there, "If you don't want to, just say so. When will I force you?"

"But let me remind you that Sangji is not familiar with the place where he was born, and he can't even understand Mandarin. Anyway, he grew up with you and called you brother for so many years. His mother passed away for so many years, and his father finally agreed. He came out to see the outside world, you just see if you can bear it."

After Kang Zhe hung up the phone, he looked through the records and found that there was indeed an unremarked number that called him several times yesterday.

Kang Zhe’s number has always been called frequently. Although he never gave it to others, there are always many people who find him. After wasting time answering a few times, Kang Zhe never answered the strange number again.

People like Uncle Deji probably failed to get through after calling a few times. If he can get in touch with Sangji after getting off the bus and let Sangji buy a ticket to go back immediately, he is afraid of causing trouble for himself.

Kang Zhe looked at his hands covered with motorcycle oil for a while, and sighed sincerely.

It's almost summer, and Shenzhen is like a stove that is burning, it's too hot.Kang Zhe stood in the station without any ups and downs for a while, and his back was covered with sweat.

He had just finished calling the landlord to renew the lease, communicated and explained with suppressed emotions, and felt even more physically and mentally exhausted after talking. Now being steamed by the hot air in the sauna, Kang Che found it troublesome to even breathe.

His father told him that Sangji didn't have a mobile phone, and asked him to pay attention to pick up people.

Kang Zhe was almost speechless, he had been away for several years, so he was really not afraid that he might lose someone.

Father Kang smiled as if to comfort him when he heard it, and said, Xiao Sang is so obedient and won't cause you any trouble.

He kept staring at the exit and didn't play with his phone, otherwise it would be more troublesome to find someone later.

The clouds in Shenzhen were heavy that day, and I wondered if it was going to rain.

Kang Zhe has been to many places, but he always prefers dry climates. He has always hated the sticky humidity. He stared at the gloomy sky expressionlessly. He felt that his impatience had accumulated too much today. In this way, I began to skillfully dispatch and empty a friend I had found from a long distance.

Later, Kang Che remembered that it was indeed raining in Shenzhen that day, that he went outside to smoke a cigarette after waiting for a while, that Sanji had a PHS bought at the train station, and that he regretted it countless times later, in the days to come What trapped him in it—the first real thought when he saw his childhood playmate whom he hadn't seen for many years.

In a heavy and dense rain three years ago, Kang Zhe awakened the memory that was deliberately ignored, and saw the familiar pair of shy and sincere eyes and the person with these eyes running towards him, straight and indifferently Think: It's really troublesome.