Cloud Chaser Cemetery

Really.

Really.

Tang Yuhui stood there with his head empty, the waves in his heart undulating, swept away those faded memories layer by layer, and flooded him one after another.

And in the depths of this turbulent heartbeat, time is a cup of honest sea water. In the past, those who asked for nothing were salty and bitter, but now when the water level drops and the tide recedes, the soul obediently sends out soothing words Sigh.

Tang Yuhui stood safely in the center of the turbulent heart, calmly listening to the huge echo of happiness resonating in his chest.

What kind of process is it to love but not get it?

It is a one-way madness, a disease that cannot be cured, the closer you get, the farther you feel, no matter what, it is an unforgettable day, day, month, and month.

It is a beautiful redemption, a distant dream.It is the pursuit and the rush of thousands of miles.It is the distance between the two that can never be bridged.It is the new snow in the snow mountain, the tears of parting, and every cloud passing by the study room reminds people of the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away.

Tang Yuhui knew that he had never said such words as "give it to me", "I want it", and "for me".

But Kang Che understands, he has always understood.He understands everything.

I want.I really want to.

If the voice of the heart can be heard, Tang Yuhui hopes that her honest desire will not be so loud at this moment.

He hugged Kang Zhe, as if hugging another part of his life.

Tang Yuhui wanted to cry again, but felt really ashamed.He is always crying, as if he is the only one in the whole world who loves weakly, miserably, stupidly, and ugly.

But Kang Zhe put his thumbs under his eye sockets, and said softly to him "don't cry", turning Tang Yuhui into a little beast who saw a human being for the first time. Trembling, and new, vigorous yearning and longing.

Tang Yuhui could only close his eyes helplessly, letting tears slide down from the cracks.

Although there were not many people at the bus station, many people stopped to look at it.

Kang Zhe never cared what other people looked at, but he didn't want Tang Yuhui to be looked at like this, especially when he was crying.

Kang Zhe used a little force to bury Tang Yuhui's face in his chest, covered his face with his coat, and gently stroked his snow-white neck, as if he was really comforting him. Like a little beast.

After a while, Tang Yuhui raised his head with red eyes, and his voice was muffled and nasal: "What do you mean by saying three times?"

Kang Zhe gave a light pause to the hand that was stroking behind him, and after a moment of silence, when Tang Yuhui raised his head to look at him again, he said: "Do you think that San is a person in the concept of ordinary people?" Significant numbers, like some kind of limit?"

Tang Yuhui didn't quite understand and asked in a daze: "Why?"

"Because once or twice seems to be within a very acceptable range," Kang Zhe said, "but three times is different. Three times means it is too much, beyond a certain limit."

Tang Yuhui nodded, probably understood what Kang Che wanted to say, but he didn't know why he brought it up at this time.

Kang Zhe lowered his head, looked at Tang Yuhui silently and deeply, and said after a long time: "I know that after I gave up, you still ran towards me three times, and this is like a thread in my heart, which means You also saved me three times."

Tang Yuhui suddenly raised his head.

The waiting hall was full of people and noises, and Kang Zhe stood here, diluting the density of the crowd and the air, making Tang Yuhui feel that he was surrounded by clouds, glaciers, and snow-capped mountains, and he was standing in the blue center of the world.

"I told you," Kang Zhe leaned forward a little bit, and pressed the tip of his nose against Tang Yuhui, "I'm a person who has nothing, and I don't really want anything."

"But I also took you to climb that mountain, and I always felt that I couldn't leave it, and I couldn't love people, because that was my responsibility, and I had a place where I should be."

Kang Zhe looked at Tang Yuhui intently. There seemed to be mist in his eyes. It was the blue of cold water overheated, and icebergs melted into water vapor in human eyes.

He said to Tang Yuhui gently: "But you saved me three times, I think it's enough to be forgiven."

Tang Yuhui's hand on Kang Zhe's back tightened suddenly.

"It doesn't matter if you can't forgive, I don't care anymore." Kang Zhe looked at him and smiled, lowered his head and approached, and kissed Tang Yuhui's eyes as if no one else was there, "I'm sorry for making you run away so many times."

Tang Yuhui didn't know what to say, his brain seemed to stop working for a moment.

Kang Zhe had never kissed him so pitifully, as if a god suddenly lowered his head and saw the believer who had been looking up to him.

Tang Yuhui's heart was beating so much that it filled his entire chest, and the sudden throbbing made him blush, so he could only stammer: "It's okay...it's okay, not much."

"No," Kang Zhe smiled, "it's really a lot."

He touched Tang Yuhui's head, as if he cherished it very much, and as if he would never let it go again.

"So from now on, I will run to you."