Cloud Chaser Cemetery

Kang Zhe's friend is a handsome Tibetan man who is about the same height as him, but much darker than him.

The Tibetan man greeted Tang Yuhui in jerky Chinese: "Nihao, beautiful Pengyou, Huanyin came to Womeng's home."

Tang Yuhui nodded shyly at him, then smiled nervously at the person next to the boy—it was a girl who was astonishingly beautiful.With big eyes, tall and fair, wrapped in a red Tibetan robe, he was smiling at Tang Yuhui with bright eyes.

"This is Jiayang, my childhood friend," Kang Zhe briefly introduced. Seeing Tang Yuhui staring blankly at the person next to him, Kang Zhe slapped him on the back of the head and said, "Don't stare at him all the time." Look at my wife, be careful of getting beaten."

Tang Yuhui's eyes widened: "Is he married?"

Kang Zhe hummed: "Why, are you interested in others?"

Tang Yuhui gently rubbed the back of the knocked head, and whispered: "No... Shouldn't you be about the same age? Since they are your friends since childhood..."

"What's so strange about that?" Kang Zhe smiled, "I'm married too."

Tang Yuhui was stunned for a moment, then said slowly, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

Jiayang laughed at the side. He spoke Chinese very rudimentarily, but after all he lived next to the Tagong Temple and was familiar with tourists, so it didn't sound like much effort.

In order for Tang Yuhui to understand, Jiayang stuttered his jerky Chinese, but his pronunciation was much more standard:

"He... no... no, Kang Zhe made the girls in the grassland... hurt... sad. They all wanted to be... his... his... lover. But... Kang Zhe... didn't want any of them."

It took Tang Yuhui a long time to understand, he let out another oh, blinked his eyes, and looked at Kang Zhe with clear and speechless eyes.

Kang Zhe got a headache from seeing it, and explained casually: "In Tibetan, it's not too early for a man at my age to get married."

"Oh..." Tang Yuhui responded, his eyelashes twinkling curiously: "Then why don't you have a lover?"

Kang Zhe raised his eyelids and smiled lazily, "Does it have something to do with you? Is it so wide?"

Sure enough, I wouldn't say so much, Tang Yuhui thought regretfully.

Tang Yuhui had always felt that Kang Zhe was not like a Tibetan, but he was not like a Han either. He was too unpredictable, like a light sleepwalking ball.

But after seeing Kang Zhe riding a horse, or exactly as Kang Zhe said in his original words - "horse racing", Tang Yuhui really believed that Kang Zhe really belonged to this plateau in the southwest of the vast territory. Is a native Tibetan.

Kang Zhe pulled out a brown adult horse from Jiayang's stable. The horse's tail was very long, and it would be raised proudly when walking.

With a kick of Kang Zhe's long legs, he rolled onto the horse's back calmly and neatly.

He first steered his horse up a section of the hill slowly, then turned his head, and galloped down the hill at a very fast speed.

Tang Yuhui could clearly see him being constantly magnified in his sight, in the still sky.

The grassland has become the setting board for the wild wind, and Kang Zhe is like the gods in mythology who step on the wind and the sun.

The horse is galloping bravely and vigorously, and Kang Zhe rides on it, his expression is indifferent and flamboyant.The ground kicked up dust and grass clippings under the powerful tread.

Tang Yuhui stared blankly, as if watching a surging tide of thousands of troops rushing towards him.

Tang Yuhui had never ridden a horse before.

He once stayed at the satellite launch center in Gansu for several months because of his father's work.

Suspected of confidentiality, of course it is impossible for his parents to take him to work.He was fostered for a while with a local family who knew his father well.There is a young lady in that family who is two years older than Tang Yuhui. She is very thin and dark, with big eyes. She treats Tang Yuhui very well. During the holidays, she takes Tang Yuhui to Jiayuguan, Dunhuang, and Mingsha Mountain. ride a camel.

At that time, Tang Yuhui was still in junior high school, and later all the narratives of his Chinese exams in middle school included that sister and this story.

But at that time, the skinny Tang Yuhui felt that riding a camel was not heroic enough, so in his compositions, he rode a red pony.

"In a perspective that is usually invisible, the distant red sun and the fading horizon gradually appeared. The sound of bumpy bells echoed empty in the sea of ​​quicksand, and the golden light outlined the outline of the hills. I rode very slowly, But it seems like we're going somewhere far away."

Tang Yuhui has memorized this material by heart, but every time he thinks of this passage that the teacher called up to read aloud, he still feels embarrassed to huddle his toes into a ball in his shoes.

He has always been bad at liberal arts, and this is the only time he was praised by his Chinese teacher. He has almost forgotten what happened so many years ago, but Tang Yuhui can still remember that afternoon in the classroom, his face was covered with shameful sweat , as if being forced to walk naked under the red sun of the desert.

The imagined scene in the memory seems to be vaguely connected with the reality, as if the blurred focal length slowly becomes clear in the dream with subtle adjustments

——Kang Zhe walked towards him leading a maroon pony.

Tang Yuhui seemed to recall the hot and flustered feeling when he read the text aloud.His heartbeat began to speed up, his heart seemed to be ripened, and his blood surged irregularly and strongly.

Although he still feels inexplicable at this moment, if the future can give a warning, he should have foreseen the pain from this moment.

But this time, the sound of the wind is not accompanied by the camel bell, nor the lonely smoke and the red sun——

The grassland was sunny and clear, and Kang Zhe was smoking a cigarette, and the white air from his mouth seemed to rise to the clouds.

"Try?" Kang Zhe raised his eyebrows at him.

Tang Yuhui replied in a low voice, "I won't."

Kang Zhe touched the pony's head affectionately. He just had a good run, and now he has enough patience: "Want to ride?"

Tang Yuhui hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Kang Zhe took the cigarette from his mouth, exhaled a puff of smoke ring, threw it casually on the ground and crushed it.He swallowed a mint, stuffed one into Tang Yuhui's mouth, and squeezed his cheeks gently: "If you want to ride, you can get on it. This horse is very good. I'll take you, won't you?" fall."

Wanting to finally overcome his timidity, Tang Yuhui felt his cheeks were hot and cold, and strange thoughts appeared in his mind.

He thought, since many drugs are derived from plants, will the addictive taste be grassy and woody?

He eagerly stepped on the stirrups, and the moment he turned up and sat firmly, he was captured by this ancient and handsome mount.

How beautiful, he thought.

Tang Yuhui lowered his waist and gently hugged the pony's neck with his arms hanging in the air.

"Don't rub him," Kang Zhe reminded, "I don't know you well, so be careful to throw you off."

Only then did Tang Yuhui get up reluctantly, sliding his hands back through a layer of air, pretending to smooth the pony's hair.

Kang Zhe thought it was quite interesting, and lazily curled the corner of his mouth: "You like it so much?"

"Well," Tang Yuhui gave a very positive answer for the first time, and he began to flash his big moist and plump eyes again, and whispered: "It's so cute."

Kang Zhe glanced at him, took a mouthful of cold air, and touched his mint-scented cheeks.

He pulled the rein lightly, and the little red horse started to walk obediently as if he really knew him.

Tang Yuhui was a little scared at first, but after walking around, he began to urge Kang Zhe to walk faster.

Kang Zhe didn't speak, just smiled, and slapped the pony's buttocks lightly, and the little red pony immediately started to run.

"Ah——" Tang Yuhui was taken aback, but Kang Zhe had already been left a few steps away by the pony.

Tang Yuhui looked back, and Kang Zhe stood where he was, lit another cigarette, and looked at him indifferently from afar.

"Kang Zhe...?" Tang Yuhui began to call his name, and the pony gradually accelerated. He didn't dare to turn his head back frequently, but he was a little scared facing the wind.

Tang Yuhui was so shaken that he really started to feel scared. He started shouting Kang Zhe's name, but there was no response.

"Kang Zhe—————!"

"Make it stop————I'm really scared————!!"

"Kang Zhe..."

"Kang Zhe Kang Zhe Kang Zhe!!!"

Tang Yuhui was on the verge of crying, as if he had rehearsed in his mind how he would fall off the horse and be smashed to pieces, imagining the feeling of being trampled by a horse's hoof and vomiting blood.

"Ah——————————————————"

Suddenly, heaven and earth responded to him.

The wind on the prairie carried Kang Zhe's hoarse voice, which was getting closer and closer:

"Don't be afraid, run——"

"Soup———Yu————— Comet———"

"start running----!"

Tang Yuhui looked back, and Kang Zhe was chasing after him with a horse. There was still a distance of several meters between the two horses. Kang Zhe's face was blurred, but Tang Yuhui was sure that he smiled:

"do not be afraid------"

The word "fear" was bitten lightly, and was gently carried by the wind to Tang Yuhui's ears, like a butterfly moored on the ear bone, and quickly shattered into light petals scattered on the grassland after whispering.

In an instant, the frightening and chaotic beating in the blood stopped, and turned into some kind of more shocking sound pouring down, and the direction of the wind flow was instantly traceable, clear and chaotic, vibrating and trembling like a wild drum with.

The clouds above their heads instantly turned into a silent river, driving the pony under their crotch, accompanied by the wind and singing in the grassland, and followed Tang Yuhui to flow freely and gently to the sea.

Tang Yuhui ran five laps before slowly stopping.

Kang Zhe got off his horse a long time ago and stood at the starting place waiting for him.

He controlled the reins, and rode on the horse in a daze, walking towards Kang Zhe step by step.

Tang Yuhui's cheeks were flushed, and his face was stained with excitement and joy.

For the first time, he saw Kang Zhe's real smile crawling up the corner of his eyes, like a dark and rough mineral finally being seen with its broken core.From then on, the night sky is no longer filled with dull and gray nails, but stars that can illuminate the entire Milky Way.

Tang Yuhui's heart was beating like a drum, which made him thump, and it seemed that someone was talking to him far away, but he couldn't utter a word.

Kang Zhe even opened his arms, carried him off the horse, and wiped off the water marks on Tang Yuhui's face with the back of his hand.

He was still so good-looking and smiled lightly: "Why are you crying again?"

The author says:

1. Tibetans call people who love each other lovers, not lovers in our secular sense.