Cloud Chaser Cemetery

More than eight o'clock in the evening.

As soon as Tang Yuhui got off the production line, he let out a weary sigh, and was stopped by the leader of their team.

"Xiaotang, help me to keep an eye on Mr. Chen later. He seems to be drawing a picture. There is a batch of materials coming, and there are not enough people to watch."

"Okay," Tang Yuhui agreed without any doubts, took off his mask calmly, and rubbed his eyes.

His face is small, and the protective mask issued by the company is too big, and the edge of the mask almost touches under the eyelids. Every time he wears it for a long time, he will feel that the area of ​​​​the eyes is worn and painful.

By the time the transported materials were stared at in batches, the night outside was completely dark.

The factory far away from the building was silent, and Tang Yuhui walked quickly across the parking lot alone, planning to take the night bus back to the company to pick up things.

With a ding, the phone made an abrupt sound in the empty silence.

Tang Yuhui's footsteps stopped, and for some reason, he stood there for a while before taking out his phone.

"Do you have time tomorrow, see you again?"

Tang Yuhui looked at it for a long time, the phone was held in the palm of his hand, but his fingers were hanging far away from the page.

He didn't reply, and the place where the phone was held was sweating a little, until the screen was completely black, and Tang Yuhui saw his face on it, and was silent for a while before stepping out again.

"Life after the age of 20 is like pressing the accelerator button."

This is a slogan that Tang Yuhui saw a long time ago.

It should be when he was still in Beijing, on the commuting subway, because he felt that this sentence was very similar to the lines in the advertisement; or he stumbled across it in Moments, because he neither had Weibo nor read other social software, In fact, I rarely read such lyrical things.

Tang Yuhui's instant memory is very strong, and he is sensitive to numbers. For some reason, this sentence touched his heartstrings slightly.So he memorized this ad that didn't make much sense.

It doesn't make much sense because it is not suitable for everyone. Tang Yuhui's life did not accelerate at the age of 20, and his accelerator button was pressed in the third year after that.

Then there is the simple passing of life as fast as the stream, only the age is increasing rapidly, and nothing else seems to remain.

In almost four years, Tang Yuhui bought air tickets to Kangding [-] times, went to the airport [-] times, boarded the plane three times, walked out of the airport in Kangding twice, and once stood at the intersection where Kang Zhe had picked him up to see For a while, the sky seemed to be cut off by mountains in the distance; once, I saw Kang Zhe.

It's not right to say that he saw it, because Tang Yuhui just stood in a far away place and observed for a while, and Kang Zhe didn't even know that he had been here.

It has been more than a year since Tang Yuhui left. On that day, he flew to the plateau airport in Kangding very early, but he had no memory of how he got here. When he realized it, he was already sitting in a Tibetan car. Big brother's truck.

The eldest brother couldn't speak Mandarin well, but he could understand. When Tang Yuhui got off the car and asked him how much it was, the Tibetan elder brother smiled and pointed out a three.

After Tang Yuhui paid the money, he realized that he had nothing with him except his mobile phone and wallet.The stub of the ticket was messily stuffed in his trouser pocket, and he didn't know how he boarded the plane without any memory.

After all, the car is much faster than the motorcycle, and it won't make him want to vomit.

Tang Yuhui felt that the time on the road this time was very short, so short that it frightened him.

Standing on the side of the road outside the inn, Tang Yuhui realized that the inn was completely different. The outer walls were no longer the old bricks and stones, and the roof was no longer the original dull gray color. It is white that reflects the sky.

There were no stables or sheepfolds in the yard, but Tang Yuhui felt as if he had survived a catastrophe and found that the grape trellis hadn't been dismantled.

There is a motorcycle parked under it.

Tang Yuhui never expected to meet Kang Zhe, nor did she really want to meet him.

He quietly hid beside the big tree next to the road, looking at the gate of the inn from a distance.

After leaving Ganzi, Tang Yuhui often had memory problems, which did not affect his daily life, but he often couldn't remember what he was thinking during a certain period of time.

It's like that period of time was translated by a force, and when I think back to the train of thought of that memory, there is a blank space in my mind.

It wasn't a particularly serious matter, it just made Tang Yuhui feel uncomfortable for a while.

It wasn't until later that Tang Yuhui realized that it was a defense mechanism established by his body, and his brain was doing its best to make him forget his emotional feelings.

It's protecting him.

It was the same that day. Tang Yuhui's short-term trance broke out again. He looked at the intersection with the open door in a daze, and his heart was silent and lightless.

And the moment Kang Zhe appeared, Tang Yuhui clearly felt that the blankness moved slightly.

It was this tiny vibration that made the avalanche bigger.

Kang Zhe didn't change much, he seemed to be a little taller, his hair was shorter, he came out pushing a motorcycle, wrapped in a black windbreaker, he looked a little cold.

Tang Yuhui watched him step onto the car, arched his back, bent a little low, not the familiar look in his memory, and quickly disappeared from sight.

Tang Yuhui was familiar with that direction, it was the school side.

Tang Yuhui didn't know what he was thinking, he didn't choose to take any means of transportation, just like the first day he came to Kangding, he walked alone on the national highway for a long, long time, until the sun had already set in the west, and he came to The gate of the school.

The school has also changed, and it has been re-educated. Tang Yuhui's much slower heart beat a little bit happily.

It seems that those educational charities are not all lying, they are useful.

The school even has a playground, with a tall flagpole standing in the middle, the red flag fluttering under the blue sky, the wind seems to be agitated by the flag, and it is embodied as a sail, and the setting sun adds a golden edge to its flow.

Kang Zhe was waiting by the side of the motorcycle. A very tall boy came out of the classroom and lowered the red flag from the flagpole. When he saw Kang Zhe, he ran out in a hurry

Kang Zhe was indeed waiting for him. After talking to the boy for a few words, Kang Zhe handed him a small bag, patted his head roughly, and left on the motorcycle.

Until all the students had finished walking, the setting sun sank behind the mountain, and it was so dark that everything was silent.

The night was low and the stars were hanging in the sky like diamonds, so Tang Yuhui moved and found a hotel to stay overnight, charged his phone, and bought a ticket to fly back to Beijing the next day.

Since then, he has never seen Kang Zhe again.

In more than three years, Tang Yuhui chose the shortest and most efficient combined master's and doctoral degree, obtained the shortest doctorate in the history of University A, learned Tibetan, attended Tang Rui's funeral, and rejected all The olive branches thrown by scientific research institutions and universities, took the worst solution of a degree, and became a very ordinary engineer.

On the day of Tang Rui's death, Yu Zhengze did not keep vigil, and Tang Yuhui knelt down to the end alone in the mourning hall.

Tang Yuhui felt that Tang Rui was very pitiful, but she was also really beautiful.

Her departure makes people feel that a kind of beauty is falling, but the ending is still regrettable.

Tang Yuhui wasn't in much pain, but he did feel sad.

He took his phone out of his bag, clicked on the sheep butt that had sunk at the bottom in the WeChat dialog box, and jumped to the chat interface.

He looked at the conversation that had been going on for a long time, and hesitated for a while.

It was half a year ago, after Tang Yuhui was given a few glasses of wine by his brothers and sisters at the dinner party after the completion of the project, Ko Ning carried him back to the dormitory. He didn't know why, but kept crying, but there was no sound, Ko Ning After returning to the dormitory, he was shocked because he didn't notice that his back was soaked.

After thinking for a while, Coning handed the phone to him, and then left the dormitory.

Alcohol is something that breaks the line of defense. Throughout the ages, drunk people have always been in a mess.

Also cookie cutter honesty.

Tang Yuhui clicked on the avatar and dialed it, but quickly hung up by himself.

After pressing the hang up button, Tang Yuhui didn't want to cry for some reason.

He thought of how the WeChat ringtone did not match the silence of the wilderness. Maybe under the star-studded night sky in Kangding, there was once a light signal like a call for help.

For some reason, Tang Yuhui felt that the short sound made people a little sad.

Then he smiled at the ceiling by himself, suddenly felt very tired, closed his eyes, and fell asleep like this.

When I woke up the next day, I saw that Kang Zhe had sent him a message after more than two hours. He didn't say anything, but just asked him if he was okay.

Tang Yuhui had a hangover and headache, got up slowly, and replied with two words, "It's okay."

——This is the last message in the dialog box.

Tang Yuhui didn't want to call Kang Zhe again, but just stared at the profile picture for a while.

Kang Zhe's circle of friends was blank, and his nickname and profile picture had never been changed.

Tang Yuhui sometimes even thinks that maybe this account has been used by no one for a long time.

He tapped the head lightly, as if he was gently touching the little prince's butt.

Thinking of the touch of the white and soft wool on its body, Tang Yuhui couldn't hold back, and smiled abruptly in the mourning hall.

Realizing that this is not very good, but Tang Yuhui couldn't hold back as if he had done something bad, and tapped a few more times, this time a bit faster, leaving almost no gap between the frequencies of the fingers——

kyh patted "The Little Prince of Kangba".

Tang Yuhui was startled for a moment, not knowing what was going on.

He dropped his mobile phone on the ground in a moment of shock, picked it up in a daze, and didn't know how to withdraw it, and suddenly panicked.

This time, Kang Zhe responded quickly, and the WeChat call came quickly.

The mourning hall was still a place that didn't match the light voice. The ringtone made Tang Yuhui dazed for a moment, as if a person who had been trapped in the deep sea for a long time had received a radio wave in response to a distress call in a daze.

Tang Yuhui answered it in a hurry, and then heard Kang Zhe's voice came from an unreal trance, "What's wrong?"

Suddenly, that little pain finally slowly crawled through Tang Yuhui's numb nerves, and the fact of losing Tang Rui forever seemed to be slowly understood by him at this time.

Tang Yuhui stared blankly at the beautiful face in the middle of the mourning hall. It was already a huge photo, and the person lying under it no longer had life.

Tang Yuhui said softly, "Azhe, I don't have a mother anymore."

Kang Zhe was silent for a while, and Tang Yuhui felt that the silence made him nervous and embarrassed, because his intention was not like this. In Kang Zhe's view, the call might be inexplicable and dramatic, so Tang Yuhui said quickly: "I still have something to do here, so I won't bother you, just hang up first."

Tang Yuhui heard a short breath, as if Kang Che was about to speak, but he didn't dare to listen, and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Kang Zhe didn't call again, Tang Yuhui waited for a while with an unknown mood, put the phone in his breast pocket, and knelt quietly for a while.

After more than ten minutes, Tang Yuhui received a video on his mobile phone.

——Kang Zhe probably fixed the phone on an unknown location on the motorcycle, and then let its camera face the night sky.

Tang Yuhui watched the video, and saw the noise-like starlight receding like a river amidst the rumbling engine sound.

He clicked on the voice under the video, and gently put him next to his ear.Kang Che's blank space was very long, as if he had an illusion that he had thought about for a long time.

He said: "Tang Yuhui, don't be sad, there will be many other things with you in this world."

Half a year after Tang Rui's death, Tang Yuhui entered the graduation season of his Ph.D. He finished his dissertation very early, and he was waiting to come back to defend it at the end.

Anyway, there was nothing to do if he stayed in school, so Tang Yuhui went to the company where he worked early for an internship.

at Chengdu.

Every time Tang Yuhui thought about it, he felt quite boring.

He really didn't have a ghost to this point, he didn't expect to meet Kang Zhe in such a big city like in the movie, or go back to find him after only a four-hour drive.

Tang Yuhui felt very early on that he no longer needed to have him.

But why he had to give up so many things to come to such a strange city, he couldn't find a reason to convince himself.

It has been two months since he came to Chengdu, and Tang Yuhui gradually got used to it. He began to like this city subjectively, and occasionally took photos and sent them to Ko Ning, who is already a postgraduate student.

Once passing by IFS, Tang Yuhui felt that the panda lying on it was really cute, it was so big, and buried its head on the top of the building below the sky, wondering what it was looking at.

Ko Ning also felt the same way, and Tang Yuhui replaced the panda's butt that he took with his profile picture.

Tang Yuhui felt that she was doing well, and there was really nothing wrong with her.

He has never been short of money, and work is easy for him. Although he is a bit tired, he is generally free.You don't have to deal with people too often.He is young, and the youngest colleagues around him are several years older than him, so they take good care of him.

Unlike Ko Ning and his mentor, Tang Yuhui actually didn't have a strong sense of regret. He didn't dedicate his life to studying physics, but he just happened to be good at it.Although it is a pity to say goodbye to what I have learned for so many years, it is not the same regret that I have lost everything.

When Tang Yuhui saw Kang Zhe again, no matter how he thought about it, that day was really like an absurd segment in an unreal scene. From the location to the characters, every scene was full of drama.

It was rare for Tang Yuhui to get home from get off work on time that day. He caught up with the evening rush hour and was almost out of breath on the subway. He was hot and thirsty. After getting off the train, he immediately went to the convenience store to buy a bottle of mineral water.

After pushing the door open, Tang Yuhui raised his head briefly, then stood motionless at the door, staring at the counter in a daze.

The reminder sound of "Welcome" from the convenience store sounded under the clear and cold incandescent light, but Tang Yuhui felt that it seemed to come from a far away place, and he stopped there, not daring to visit the place in his dream. world.

Kang Zhe walked out holding the cigarette case that had just been paid for, and when he turned around, he was stunned for a moment, and his footsteps stopped abruptly.

Tang Yuhui didn't want to stand at the door stupidly as if his soul was out of his body, but his brain didn't listen to the instructions, he couldn't move his feet, and he couldn't say a word.

"I……"

Kang Zhe walked towards him quickly, he stopped in front of Tang Yuhui, put cigarettes in his pocket, and looked at him silently for a while.

Tang Yuhui felt that he was taller, more mature, and colder.His eyes were still heavy, but the corners of his mouth seemed to finally learn to hook it gently in order to break the awkward tranquility.The voice that once made Tang Yuhui feel that the frequency of the signal had changed was still casual and hoarse, and it became dimmer after many years, but it was transmitted through time with incomparable clarity——

Kang Che said, "It's really you."