Cloud Chaser Cemetery

What happened afterwards was like an overexposed movie in Kang Zhe's mind. He hated this hypocritical way of saying it by metaphor, but if he tried hard to recall, all he could remember was a blank space that seemed to be scalded.

Just like many years ago, before he dropped out of school, he was called by the chemistry teacher to demonstrate the experiment in a drowsy class.Holding something long like tweezers, he took out a magnesium strip from a reagent bottle containing kerosene, and set it on fire in front of all his classmates.

Dazzling, scalding white light.

Standing in the center of the focus of sight, 16-year-old Kang Zhe looked at the circle of white light in a daze, feeling that it had burned a hole in his eyes, so everything was too bright, There was a sad blank.

Not only can't see it, but the 24-year-old Kang Zhe feels that this thing may also make people's hearing disabled.

It was very noisy, and the curse words were mixed with a strong local accent, which made Kang Zhe almost unable to understand Tibetan.

Sangji was slapped across the face, and his face immediately became red and swollen. He was also kicked and knelt on the ground and couldn't get up. He didn't know whether it was pain or fright.

Uncle Deji seemed to be red-eyed, he didn't know if he was angry or something else.

But these pictures are like being shrouded in an unreal haze by the glare of the morning sun, empty and empty, making it difficult for Kang Che to confirm whether he is really in this picture.

Sangchi left that day. Shenzhen, the city that had entrusted him with countless fantasies at the beginning, did not leave a dream for this young Tibetan boy to recall. He left even more embarrassed than when he came.

He didn't even get a chance to take his dirty, crumpled luggage with him.

After being beaten by Uncle Deji until he could hardly stand up, Sanji was dragged by Uncle Deji to leave.

Kang Zhe called out to them, and Sanji's back froze almost instantly.

Kang Che saw it, and he felt his own bones ache as if he felt something.

It took a long time for Uncle Deji to turn around and lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

Kang Zhe said slowly in Tibetan: "Uncle Deji, Sangji did nothing wrong, don't hit him."

After a long silence, Uncle Deji finally did not raise his head. He turned around and nodded stiffly with his back on Kang Zhe.

In the corner of his eyes, Kang Zhe was sure that he saw Sanji crying at last, he cried silently, but the tears flowed down earth-shatteringly.

In the end, this absurd and rambunctious film ends with Sanji giving him one last look, not sure if it was because it turned out to be the last, in Conch's overexposed, metal-like memories, that look. Full of accusations, wishful thinking, and despair.

"I haven't seen Sangji again since then," Kang Zhe said quietly in front of the huge rock, as if he would be taken away by any gust of wind blowing towards the snow-capped mountains at any time, "I didn't avoid it on purpose, it's just that I didn't contact him again. on him."

Standing next to him, Tang Yuhui couldn't help feeling sad, not for himself, but for the young man who was buried here and turned into dust. Mountains and rivers are sad.

"Why can't I get in touch?"

"He was locked up by his father," Kang Zhe said, "for almost half a year."

Tang Yuhui stared at him blankly, and Kang Zhe said in a deep voice, "Actually, Uncle Deji is a good man. He has loved Sangji the most since he was a child."

Kang Zhe turned around, looked at the fir tree next to the stone, and said indifferently: "But you have also seen that in a developed city, this kind of thing cannot be completely accepted by the older generation of parents, let alone in In such a remote and closed mountainous area."

"It's unclean," Kang Che said with no ups and downs in his voice, "Perhaps his father thinks so."

Tang Yuhui didn't realize that his hands were shaking slightly, he said with difficulty: "What happened next?"

"Do you think Uncle Deji killed him?" Kang Zhe smiled, "No, Uncle Deji is very soft-hearted, he just can't understand, if it didn't happen later, I guess he would have died after a long time. I will forgive Sanji."

"Sangchi ran by himself."

Tang Yuhui opened his eyes wide in surprise, and Kang Zhe continued slowly: "After a long time, Uncle Deji locked him up less strictly, and it can be regarded as easing the relationship in a disguised form."

"No one thought that Sanji would just run away like that. He kept all the money he had saved in Shenzhen, and even carved words on the table, saying that he would go out for a walk and come back when he was done."

Kang Zhe smiled lightly: "You must think that he will come to me, I guess Uncle Deji thinks so too, but I didn't know anything at the time."

"He went to Daocheng, Litang, then crossed the Jinsha River Bridge, arrived in Medog, Nyingchi, and Lhasa, took a photo at the gate of the Jokhang Temple, went to a printing shop to have it washed and sent it to me."

"I was no longer in Shenzhen at that time, and he should have known about it, so I probably didn't expect me to receive it."

"I don't know if he got better in the end as he said, but after he went home, he just arrived in Sichuan, and when he encountered a landslide, all the people in his car died, only one child, who was caught by mud I rushed to another place, but I couldn’t save him in the end. When I dug him up, he was already dead, and I kept repeating to the search and rescue personnel, asking them to save a Tibetan brother.”

Kang Zhe turned his eyes to the distance again, looking at the snow that has accumulated on the Gongga sacred mountain for thousands of years, without sadness or pain, he just asked a question calmly and sincerely: "Say, should I Treat him better?"

Tang Yuhui had no way to answer him, he was shaking so badly that he could only hug Kang Zhe tremblingly.

He said palely: "Azhe, it's not your fault..."

"I didn't say it was my fault," Kang Zhe gently embraced him, his voice barely audible, "but if possible, I wish I had given him a hand."

He gently touched Tang Yuhui's head and kissed the top of his hair, "Don't cry, Tangtang, look, this is it, I have no way to leave here, I am not particularly happy or painful It doesn’t make any difference to me where I go, but I can’t say goodbye to it so easily, I can’t own myself anymore, so I can’t love you.”

Tang Yuhui cried and trembled. He leaned on Kang Zhe's shoulder and tremblingly said, "It's okay, it's okay Ah Zhe...I understand..."

Kang Zhe hugged him quietly under the gaze of the snow-capped mountain's white light. After a long time, Tang Yuhui raised his head and looked at Kang Zhe's dry eyes without tears, "Azhe, do you like him very much? "

Kang Zhe smiled, and the vibration of his chest made Tang Yuhui's tears fall even more uncontrollably. He gently rubbed Tang Yuhui's ears, and said with a sad tenderness: "Aren't you serious? listen."

Tang Yuhui wiped the clothes on Kang Zhe's chest wet, only to hear Kang Zhe's sigh-like voice: "I don't like it."

"It's because I don't like it."

After the two came down from the mountain, Kang Zhe's expression returned to normal, as if he never took Tang Yuhui to bid farewell to everything about him.

Kang Zhe put the helmet on Tang Yuhui's face, and gently pulled the strap for him, "Shall I see you off when I leave the day after tomorrow?"

Tang Yuhui's eyes hurt from crying, and he couldn't open them at this moment. He said softly, as if he couldn't hear it: "Okay."

"Well," Kang Zhe nodded and gave him a shallow smile, "I hope you will come to Ganzi again in the future."

"Okay." Tang Yuhui also reluctantly nodded and smiled, "If there is a chance."

The same long road, the appearance of the national road is no different from the one sprinkled by the original Xuyang shop.

It was still a booming motorcycle, like the sound of boulders rolling in a tunnel.The sky is still blue, the mountains are so green, and the clouds hang far away on the top of the peak, floating from very close to far away, sending off the wanderer and lover back to the original place.