Cloud Chaser Cemetery

On Sunday, Tang Yuhui was helping Kang Zhe pack his luggage from Kangding.

Kang Zhe went out.He is often away from home recently, as if he is doing something big with a friend from the studio he came to help before.

Tang Yuhui was frightened by him, and must tell Kang Zhe not to buy a house without saying a word.

Kang Zhe didn't have a lot of luggage. They went back to Kangding again later, and the trunk was not full, so they loaded it back.

Clothes and daily necessities, the little prince of Kangba, would not take such things to heart. Kang Zhe did not bring a few pieces of clothes, all of them were black coats, which were sparsely hung in the closet, making Tang Yuhui, a person who is afraid of shopping I really want to go to the street to buy a cabinet full of new things for my boyfriend and hang them up again.

It was a mess. Kang Zhe packed several cardboard boxes. Tang Yuhui glanced at the things that day, but didn't understand what was inside.

Kang Zhe has been really busy recently, leaving early and returning late. Tang Yuhui was on vacation after finishing a project, so he wanted to help Kang Zhe reduce his burden.

Last night at the dining table, he hesitated and asked if he could help Kang Zhe pack up his things. Kang Zhe was drinking soup, he raised his eyes when he heard this, thought for a while and said yes.

But after he finished speaking, he smiled. Tang Yuhui hadn't seen him smile like this for a long time, as if he was hiding the prank of a big boy.

Kang Zhe stared at Tang Yuhui and smiled slowly, "But after cleaning up, don't be angry with me when I come back at night."

Tang Yuhui was startled and itchy by that smile, brooding over it all night. As soon as Kang Zhe went out in the morning, he got up from the bed and walked very quickly to the study room where several large cardboard boxes were piled up .

There were several boxes piled up in the room, Tang Yuhui opened one of them first, and took them out one by one curiously.

……

what is this...

A wrench with engine oil stains, a blood donation certificate, a moon-shaped stone, a concert ticket stub, a kite string, a small transparent bag containing pigeon feed, a white khata, a bloody shirt, and even a record machine……

Tang Yuhui inexplicably took out this pile of things that could not be called tattered or treasured. Each of them seemed to have a story to tell, but the owner didn't seem to cherish them too much. They stuffed them together casually, and some things were squeezed out. Out of shape.

Tang Yuhui guessed that these things belonged to Kang Zhe's past life, but Kang Zhe didn't seem like someone who would go to great lengths to remember something with objects.

Tang Yuhui suppressed the doubts in his heart, packed up these strange things one by one, and then opened another smaller box.

The boxboard was easily cut by a sharp knife, and Tang Yuhui was taken aback when he saw what was inside.

The items inside are still not very neatly stacked, but they are not piled up in a mess like the other box, but most importantly, many of these items have not been disassembled

——It looks like a box of chocolates, a CD with the plastic wrap still in it, sneakers in the box, a hand-woven navy blue scarf... There are many, many letters that have not been opened.

Tang Yuhui probably understood why Kang Zhe asked him not to be angry with a half-smile, and it was not enough to be jealous, but Tang Yuhui was quite surprised that Kang Zhe would keep these things that others gave him.

Tang Yuhui sat on the floor of the study room, the sun was as frivolous as dust, he gently touched the surface of these gifts that had never been opened and were given with great care, as if he could feel the body temperature under Kang Zhe's iceberg.

Kang Zhe must have rejected it indifferently and indifferently, as if he had no regrets, but if something like this that cannot be returned is in Kang Zhe's hands, he will not throw it away.

It is indeed a god who loves and does not love the world.

And above the piles of dusty hearts, there was a well-preserved book, neatly placed on top of everything, so that Tang Yuhui saw it at first sight when he opened the box.

It was a collection of Chilean poems that he once recited to Kang Zhe on the slope of Liuyun.

When Tang Yuhui left, he left many books for Kang Zhe, but the last time Tang Yuhui and Kang Zhe returned to Kangding, he found that Kang Zhe had read all those books and piled them in the corner of the room inside.

But probably only this one was brought over by Kang Zhe in the box.

Tang Yuhui once presumptuously used another language to read to Kang Zhe the cryptic sentences he wanted to say, thinking that Kang Zhe would never know.

Gently putting his hand on the gilded cover of the poetry collection, Tang Yuhui smiled self-deprecatingly.

But how could Kang Che not know.

He took out the only book of poems that had been flipped through in this box, and wanted to put it on the bookshelf, but when he reached the upper floor, Tang Yuhui couldn't stand still. He let go of his hand, and the book of poems fell down with a slap. It spread out on the ground with a sound.

Tang Yuhui squatted down to check in distress, but gave a light pause when he saw it.

——In the opened page, there is a piece of ginkgo leaf.

The leaves are already a little brown, unlike when they grew on the tree, they used to form a bright golden wave.

This piece of ginkgo leaf was clipped by Kang Zhe as a bookmark in the poetry collection. Tang Yuhui carefully twisted the leaf and turned it to the back. Kang Zhe lightly wrote the date on the lower right corner of the leaf with a pen.

Tang Yuhui carefully identified the handwriting. The date was one day three years ago, and the time was autumn. It should be when he left Kangding for a year and just started to study for a doctorate.

Why is something from this period preserved by Kang Zhe in this collection of poems, and why it happens to be ginkgo?

Tang Yuhui put the leaf back into the book and clamped it in a daze, hugged it to his chest, and sat on the floor in a daze for a while.

When Kang Zhe came home at night, after closing the door, he squatted down while changing his shoes and untied the shoelaces.

However, Tang Yuhui didn't run out to pick him up as usual during the three or four seconds of this action that he was absolutely lazy to do.

Kang Che's brows furrowed in an inconspicuous way.

No way, I'm really angry.

Kang Zhe spent a whole day decorating the studio, exhausted both physically and mentally, but still had no choice but to go to the living room. The living room was brightly lit, and steaming soup was placed on the dining table. Tang Yuhui took off his slippers and was barefoot. Curl up on the sofa and read a book.

The warm orange floor lamp was shining gently, Kang Zhe walked over and patted his hair gently, "Put on socks."

Tang Yuhui groaned, raised his head from the book, turned his head to give Kang Zhe a quick look, and ran back to the bedroom to find socks to put on.

Back on the sofa, Tang Yuhui immediately glanced at Kang Zhe again, but quickly turned his head and continued to read his book, but his eyes kept evasive, not knowing what he was looking at.

Kang Zhe felt it was very interesting to observe the place for a while, and felt that the little bit of fatigue was exhausted. After gathering enough patience, he walked around the sofa, squatted in front of Tang Yuhui, and said with a half-smile: "What are you looking at?"

Tang Yuhui knew he couldn't pretend anymore, he put down the book seriously, put on a serious face and said, "I'll ask you a question."

Kang Zhe started to laugh again, and after laughing, his expression became more relaxed and helpless, he took the initiative to confess: "I didn't deliberately keep it, but if I have no choice but to keep it, I don't know how to throw it away."

Tang Yuhui reacted for two seconds before saying in a daze, "I'm not angry."

Kang Zhe was really curious now, he changed his sitting position, raised his eyebrows and said, "Then what are you asking?"

Tang Yuhui was almost bypassed by him again. After two seconds of silence, he looked up at Kang Zhe and said, "Why did you put a piece of ginkgo in my book?"

This time Chang Kang Zhe was stunned for a second, his expression paused slightly, his eyes narrowed, and then he let out an "ah" as if he just remembered, and subconsciously said: "You said that."

In September three years ago, as soon as Kang Zhe returned to the inn from the county, he received a call that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Kang Zhe glanced at the caller ID and was surprised for a second, but he swiped to answer the call without emotion and gave a faint hello.

The voice on the other side was enthusiastic and loud, "Why are you still so cold, Ah Zhe! How long has it been since we haven't contacted you?!"

Where he couldn't see it, Kang Zhe smiled lightly, but there was no change in his tone, and he said in a neutral tone, "Aren't you busy?"

"Busy!" The person on the other side really became more emotional, "But no matter how busy I am, I still have to call you. Guess why?"

Kang Zhe's eyelids drooped, and he calmly took the phone away from his ears, his fingers hung on the red button, and he finally remembered why he never called this person.

The majestic male voice on the opposite side suddenly raised the volume: "Don't hang up, wait! There is business! I convinced you..."

Kang Zhe put the phone back to save face, and said calmly: "What's the matter?"

The caller was finally honest, and he replied listlessly: "I'm getting married, didn't you say when you left that you would only be called at weddings and funerals?"

Kang Zhe paused, and asked with just the right amount of curiosity: "Are you really going to get married?"

The male voice laughed twice, with a little unconscious embarrassment, "Yeah, I will end it when I meet it. I didn't expect to meet it."

Kang Zhe laughed sincerely, "Then congratulations."

The man on the phone was the owner of Kang Zhe’s racing car dealership in Shenzhen. Kang Zhe had known him for many years. The boss was from Xining. Kang Zhe met him in Qinghai when he was stuck on a mountain road while traveling by car, and he did a very simple favor. After stumbling and stumbling, they barely became friends with a difference of seven or eight years. In the beginning, Kang Zhe agreed to go to Shenzhen to help him.

When Kang Zhe left Shenzhen, both of them felt that he would never come back again, but after so many years, it was his own words, and Kang Zhe felt that it was no big deal to go there.

"When's the wedding?" Kang Zhe felt emotional again, and teased with a rare interest, "I didn't think you would really get married."

The boss also probably felt a little embarrassed, and said falteringly, "Just get married if you like it. It's not a big deal. The wedding is at the end of next month, in Beijing. If you come, I'll send someone to pick you up."

Kang Zhe paused slightly with his fingers on the phone, and his voice sank in an inconspicuous tone: "Why are you in Beijing?"

The boss laughed and said, "My wife is from Beijing, so listen to her."

Kang Zhe was silent for a while, and just about to say that I think about it, the boss had made a unilateral agreement with him carelessly, and hung up the phone.

Kang Zhe silently looked at the darkened phone screen for two seconds, feeling that it would be very troublesome to call and he would definitely be asked the reason, but Kang Zhe couldn't even give a reason.

Having known each other for so many years, the boss has always been talking nonsense, but when Kang Zhe put down his phone, he suddenly remembered only one sentence that the other party didn't matter.

Not a big deal.

Indeed not, Kang Zhe smiled absently, took out his mobile phone to book the flight, sent the information to the other party, got on the motorcycle, and rode out again.

The day before his departure for Beijing, Kang Zhe took another rare climb to the mountain.

He had nothing to say, and was relatively silent with Gongga. He leaned against the fir tree and finished smoking a cigarette in silence.

Kang Zhe has not left the province for many years, and has never entered the airport except for pick-up and drop-off.

He parked his motorcycle on the side of the road casually, and sent a message to his father to let him go back when he had time. Before entering the airport, he looked up at the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Kang Zhe smiled casually, and said casually, "Will you let me go?"

The continuous peaks are as white as clouds, standing there majestically and quietly, Kang Zhe suppressed the teasing in his eyes, but the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, "Just kidding, it's the same everywhere."

After Kang Zhe got off the plane, he refused to be picked up, and sent a message to laugh at his friend's meaningless pomp.

But after Kang Zhe arrived at the hotel, he rested for a while, and the boss still came over and invited him to have dinner alone.

The wedding the next day was not as grand as imagined, but it was very romantic.

Kang Zhe was sitting alone at the table closest to the newlyweds, alone, but not out of place.

He suppressed the indifference and indifference of strangers, and made the background board of many blessings quietly and gently, but he didn't feel bored, and had a little infected peace and happiness.

The bride and groom made a toast to this table, and the bride exclaimed when she saw Kang Zhe.

Kang Zhe smiled, and the bride gave the groom a reproachful look, complaining why she hadn't told her that she had such a handsome friend.

The groom's face was full of helplessness, Kang Zhe picked up the wine glass, showed a harmless and charming smile, said to the two of them lightly, "I wish you happiness."

After the wedding, Kang Zhe did not participate in other activities. There was no night flight to the plateau, so he could only buy a ticket for the next morning.

It was only past noon, and Kang Zhe became idle by himself. After he came out of the hotel, his eyes were squinted by the dim sun.

Autumn is the best season in Beijing. Nothing can prevent it from getting old, but it is beautifully slow.

Kang Zhe stood in the sun bored for a while, and felt that he was avoiding it obviously. Thinking of this, he felt a little funny.

Why refuse, nothing will happen, and it's not a big deal.

There is no need to deliberately go to this point, since I have been thinking subconsciously, why not let nature take its course.

Kang Zhe checked the route and took the subway to Tang Yuhui's school.

He really didn't want to do anything, it was just to pass the time, it was more meaningful to visit Tang Yuhui's school than to hang around in Xidan.

Famous schools are basically tourist attractions, and Kang Zhe got into the school without a hitch.

He casually found two girls who were waiting for takeaway at the school gate, and after asking how to get to the School of Physics, he was enthusiastically forced to be a friend, and then Kang Zhe stepped on a field of golden ginkgo leaves towards the redder and deeper campus. go in.

But before he reached the building of the School of Physics, he met Tang Yuhui at the door of the library.

Kang Zhe was able to quickly judge that Tang Yuhui probably didn't come to study, because he didn't have anything in his hands, and he was standing on the long and white steps at the entrance of the library, staring into the distance in a daze.

Probably waiting for someone.

Kang Zhe looked at Tang Yuhui from a distance that was not easy to see for a while, thinking about the subtleties of fate and coincidence.

But he thought straightforwardly that God didn't need to do so much for him, because he couldn't even do it himself.

Tang Yuhui stood there for almost ten minutes without any movement. Kang Zhe's patience was worn down a lot more than before, and he also stood where he was, aroused precious curiosity about this very behavior of Tang Yuhui.

The cold wind is howling in autumn, and there are not many people wandering around in the school.Tang Yuhui didn't take out his mobile phone to check the news after so long, Kang Zhe guessed that he was not waiting for someone.

Kang Zhe just stood there, staring at Tang Yuhui for a while without saying a word, until the crowd in the library gradually poured out.

There were also more people on the road. It should be time for dinner after class. Tang Yuhui walked out along the crowd because he was inconvenient to block the road on the stairs.

A girl with long hair came up from behind Tang Yuhui and stopped behind him. After taking a deep breath, she greeted her with a smile and called him Senior Brother Tang Yuhui.

They even passed the section of the path where Kang Zhe was. The ginkgo fell on Tang Yuhui's shoulder, but was quickly blown to the ground by the wind.

Kang Zhe waited for a while before walking towards the library against the direction of the crowd.

Going against the flow of people, he walked very slowly and received extra attention.

After he stood on the steps where Tang Yuhui was just now, he had the illusion that he had been secretly photographed twice.But Kang Zhe didn't want to talk to him, he wanted to know what Tang Yuhui was looking at.

Tang Yuhui is probably indeed as he simply described, a very smart and powerful person.

The school he is in is very big and spacious, and it seems to accommodate many beautiful and grand dreams. It is a natural and beautiful place.

Kang Zhe thought that Tang Yuhui should stand on the steps of the library and watch the autumn scenery on the campus.

He originally planned to experience it empathetically, but when he actually stood on the steps and looked around, he realized that what Tang Yuhui saw was not such an autumn scene worth stopping for, but just a corner of his daily life that can be seen everywhere.

In the distance, except for the glow of the setting sun and the golden light falling from the sky, there is only a red, sluggish cloud, slowly stopping at the top of the tall building.

Kang Zhe watched for a while, but not as long as Tang Yuhui.

He walked down the steps, casually picked up a golden ginkgo leaf, put it in his pocket, and walked outside the campus.

Three years later, Tang Yuhui questioned this leaf, which had long been dim and brittle under the pressure of poetry collections, like the evidence of time.

Kang Zhe didn't want to cooperate very much, and he refused to be romanticized. He changed the subject and pressed Tang Yuhui on the sofa, bit open the zipper of his down jacket with his teeth, and gently lifted the cotton home clothes Tang Yuhui was wearing inside. Jiao, very foul and skillful in deceiving:

"Don't ask, I don't remember."