It is clear

On the first morning in Xining, when Xu Yan woke up, he was alone in the room.

The sheets of the other bed were slightly wrinkled, one pillow was at the head of the bed, and the other was at the waist of the bed.He rested his pillow on his hand and imagined whether Tan Yu, who slept on this bed last night, was obedient and slept well.

After a while, realizing that such behavior was too insignificant, he jumped out of bed and opened the window.There is autumn wind outside, blowing in a lot along the window cracks, it is a good weather.

Tan Yu went out to discuss business today, without a pretty driver, Xu Yan could only wander around the city.

He took a brief shower in the shower room where Tan Yu left the smell, followed the instructions on the note on the mirror, put on Tan Yu's thick coat and went out.

Maybe it's because the country is too vast. For people who are a little far away, the impression of the Northwest is that it is barren.

Just like people from Inner Mongolia can never clarify that they can't ride a horse to school, people from Qinghai... Xu Yan thought about it, he really doesn't know much about Qinghai, and now he can't even remember a stereotype.

Knowing nothing about Xining, Xu Yan had a clear goal and went directly to Qinghai Province.

It's an old habit.

In the past, every time I went out with my parents and went to a strange place, I naturally had to taste the local snacks one by one, and the most important thing was the museum.

Even if he is alone now, he must carry out the old habits to the end.

It is not the tourist season, and there are not many people in the museum.

Xu Yanlai hadn't done a guide before, so he temporarily searched the collections of Qinghai Provincial Museum, and the one he was most interested in was "The Karma Sutra".

He heard it from his master when he was a teenager. At that time, he was studying lower script, not only couldn't sit still, but he couldn't write well.Sometimes when writing a page, it’s another matter whether the words are beautiful or not. Just typos and typos are enough to be an eyesore.

Master naturally wants to teach him a lesson. He is in the period of rebellion, and he will never bow his head and admit his mistakes, and just say that there will be no one who does not make mistakes.

The example Master gave at that time was the "Kama Sutra". The scriptures were copied in lower case, with nearly [-] characters, without a single typo, and the words are neat.

Xu Yan didn't believe it when he was young, but now that he believes it, he can't wait for the authentic work even more.

He walked quickly all the way, and was still panting when he stopped in front of the yellow scripture scroll, but he didn't waste a glance to read all the neat lower script.For some reason, his first reaction was to laugh, and as if it should be so, he took a few steps back, only to feel that he had to thank Tan Yu again.

Compared with the attainments in calligraphy, the "Kama Sutra" bears more weight that transcends history, and when it comes to novels, it is the quiet practice of calligraphy that the young Xu Yan does not know.

He found a picture of "The Karma Sutra" on the Internet and sent it to Tan Yu, asking him if it looked good.

Tan Yu's knowledge of calligraphy is extremely shallow, he knows more than ugly and beautiful. After a while, he replied with the simple word "beautiful".

Xu Yan laughed again, and suddenly became very interested in Tan Yu when he was a teenager.

With a sweet heart that cannot be passed on, he lost a little concentration when browsing the rest of the collection, as if he had traveled back to his teenage years in a flash, and even caught the problems of that time.

After leaving the museum, he immediately called Tan Yu.

Tan Yu was very special when answering the phone. He didn't say "Hello" or "Hello" when he answered the phone, but just said a soft "hmm" in a nasal and non-sounding voice, with a rising end, revealing a lot of intimacy.

Xu Yan: "Is this always the case no matter who you answer the phone?"

So he smiled and said, "No, I just saw it was you."

Xu Yan held the phone and giggled silently, and coughed lightly when he had enough laughter: "When will your side end? I miss you."

"It's almost afternoon." Tan Yu paused, "I miss you too, can you come to my place?"

Of course it is possible, Xu Yan couldn't put the corners of his lips down when he got on the bus.

He has not had such happy moments for many years, relatives withered, lovers... no, only Yan Xueke can bring some happiness to his life.

It's not that I don't thank Yan Xueke, but compared with what Tan Yu brought, it's the difference between a fine spring and the sea.

Xu Yan silently changed the remarks to Yan Xueke, Xiquan.

Not enough, he thought about it, shortened his WeChat name, from Yanwu to Jiu.

I hope Tan Yu can find out that he pursed his lips in foolish joy.

The place they agreed to meet was Kumbum Monastery, which was more than two hours away by bus from Bo, Qinghai Province.

The bus stopped and went, and Xu Yan fell asleep for a while in the middle of it. He felt in a daze that the sky outside kept dropping. By the time he jumped off the bus, the sky was completely dark.

He looked forward and stopped suddenly, not for any other reason, but the person he had thought about along the way was not far ahead, and the person was wearing a dark gray windbreaker and leaning against the car waiting for him——this windbreaker was still his.

I don't know how many times he ran towards Xu Yan, he ran over directly, put his hands in his pockets and held Tan Yu's hand together.

Not only his hands, but also Tan Yu himself was stuck chest to chest, he looked up at him: "I'm wearing your clothes too."

"It's so beautiful." Tan Yu praised without hesitation.

"The map says there are still more than 700 meters to go." Xu Yan took his hand and walked forward, "I guess they are all closed."

"The main thing is not to visit the temple, but I really want to see you." Tan Yu was not stingy about missing you.

Xu Yan still didn't pick on him, but an arc was drawn out of the corner of his eyes, full of joy.

It was already night, and Kumbum Monastery was closed as expected, and the high and low temples fell under the night, which was very interesting.

It was really impossible to complete a circle. The two walked in front of the door several times. At first, they wanted to see the difference between the temples of Tibetan Buddhism. Later, they just enjoyed the fun of walking hand in hand in different places.

Tan Yu asked: "Sanmi built a new temple before, have you been there?"

"No." Xu Yan's joy suddenly sank. He didn't want to burden Tan Yu, so he laughed, "Is it the one that is open for the Lantern Festival?"

"what happened?"

Unexpectedly, his momentary change of mood would be discovered by the parallel people. Xu Yan's smile was more real, he sniffed and said: "At that time, I was dealing with my parents' funeral, and there was no Lantern Festival, so I only went to the party with Yan Xueke took a look."

Unexpectedly, a random question would lead to such an answer, Tan Yu squeezed his hand and said nothing more.

Xu Yan, on the other hand, picked a song by Zhang Wei after returning to the car to enliven the atmosphere.

In the first year or two, he also felt uncomfortable. The death of his parents was said to be an accident, but there was also a culprit related to it. He was unwilling to bear it but had to bear it.Now I am used to forbearance, or I am willing to endure for the truth.

He said: "I only want their well-being. Everyone has to go. To be missed is the dignity of the dead."

Tan Yu tilted his head to look at him, with some emotion hidden in his eyes, very straightforward.

Xu Yan read it all, and he pressed the mute button: "I really don't need comfort, it's all over now."

"You must have needed it then."

These words were even more direct than his eyes.

Xu Yan curled his fingers and scratched his palm unconsciously. He shook his head: "Compared to then...it's too different now, and it doesn't make sense."

"That's right." Tan Yu stretched out his hand and scratched the center of his frowning brows, "Xu Yan has grown up, and he has a heart that is hard!"

I really don't know if this person will or not, but it seems that he will, Xu Yan smiled: "The hard part is not only the heart."

He made a yellow accent, but Tan Yu ignored him and drove away from Kumbum Monastery.

Xining City at night is not lively, their car is in the traffic, everything around them has almost turned into white noise before they arrive.

Xu Yan was drowsy following the sound from outside, he almost fell asleep, Tan Yu asked suddenly: "Did you send me the "Kama Sutra"?"

Almost subconsciously, Xu Yan sat up straight and nodded in a daze.

The person next to him didn't continue talking, he gradually became sober, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Have you seen it before?"

"No." Tan Yu shook his head, "It's just something you're interested in, and I want to know too."

He also half-truthfully complained: "You only posted a picture, and I searched for several friends before I found out what it is."

"Then why didn't you ask me?"

"The dignity of a man is also very hard."

The yellow accent played almost an hour ago finally had an echo, Xu Yan smiled helplessly: "Are you stupid?"

"I just want you to wake up." Tan Yu shook the phone, "I just answered a call, we have to go back at night."

"Where are you going?"

"Sanmi." Tan Yu's smile faded a little, "something happened at home, I have to go back."

Xu Yan didn't ask much, but looked at the time: "Is it possible? Why don't you hire a driver, it was only yesterday...you didn't have much rest."

"I slept well last night. It's okay. I was really tired on the road. Let's rest here."

With bright headlights suddenly shining in front of him, Xu Yan realized that the two of them had already reached the entrance of the highway while talking.

He couldn't wait for him to ask about the luggage, so he saw a local car get off and open the trunk, but it wasn't their luggage.

He sighed, didn't let Tan Yu move, got out of the car and packed his luggage by himself.

Sitting back in the co-pilot, Xu Yan only felt that the burden was heavy.

No matter how well he slept last night, Tieren couldn't stand it even after a busy day and a night trip... But it was pointless to try to persuade him, he could only use himself as a weight and set his own mind.

Tan Yu was also cautious, drinking less than half a can of Red Bull before setting off.

For the first half hour, Xu Yan didn't let go of his heart. He looked at the rearview mirror and Tan Yu, and felt that the reflective strips on the road were annoying and dazzling.

Just driving again, not only the car is stable, Tan Yu is also very stable, there is no trace of fatigue on his face, and he talks with a smile, Xu Yan is gradually relieved.

Neither of them closed their eyes that night.

Seeing the world outside the car turn from dark to bright, and getting closer and closer to Sanmi, Xu Yan became nervous again, afraid that Tan Yu would relax.

His worry was discovered by Tan Yu, and the other party said flatly: "When I first came back, it was common to rush like this. Sometimes I would do errands when I went to a place, and I would rush back immediately after I finished the errands. I couldn't rest for a moment. It's really okay."

Xu Yan hasn't seen any human beings who can overcome labor, they just endure it.

He didn't argue with Tan Yu, and dutifully played the role of "wife". When he was thirsty, he gave water, and when he ran out of cigarettes, he only hated that he couldn't drive.

With the last 10 minutes left, Tan Yu turned right into the service area, and the car stopped and he did not move.

Xu Yandu opened the car door here, seeing that something was wrong with him, he hurried back: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Tan Yu threw him the car keys and waved his hand: "Too tired...sleep..."

The pretty driver fell asleep on the steering wheel before finishing his sentence. Xu Yan stared at him for a while and found that he was indeed fast asleep, so he got out of the car lightly and did something.

Tan Yu didn't sleep for long, and woke up about four or ten minutes later, his eyes were clear as soon as he opened his eyes, and he was slamming into Xu Yan's eyes, and he smiled with the gentle eyes: "Wake up."

"I should take good care of you in the future, and I can't waste myself like this." Xu Yan said and handed him a sandwich, and a cup of soy milk in the other hand, "Go home after eating."

Tan Yu nodded obediently, Xu Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he just felt that the two of them seemed to have made an easy promise.

But isn't he looking forward to the future?He nodded as well, so it's a promise.

It was just after nine o'clock in Sanmi, the high-speed exit was empty, and they lightly passed through the ETC passage.

From a long distance, Xu Yan saw Zhang Cheng leaning against a small tank SUV. He didn't know how he got the letter, so he actually waited here.

Tan Yu parked the car next to his car, paused for a moment with his hand unbuttoning his seat belt, and finally put his palm on the back of Xu Yan's hand: "I'll tell you about the past slowly."

Xu Yan didn't expect him to come here, so he nodded with a smile and said: "Go."

It was so funny that Tan Yu was still smiling standing in front of Zhang Cheng. Zhang Cheng handed him a cigarette, and glanced at the co-pilot: "Have you got good news with Mr. Xu?"

Tan Yu refused to be polite to him: "Talk about something."

It's good to get straight to the point, Zhang Cheng turned on the screen of his phone, and swipe a few photos at Tan Yu: "Do you want to know who Mr. Xu met and what he did before going to Qinghai with you?"

Zhang Chenghua's speed was just right, and Tan Yu could clearly see the photos. Before entering the room, Xu Yan was wearing a black vest, but when he came out, he was wearing a T-shirt inside a white shirt, and he was photographed from the corner. Yes, the kisses of him sitting on the lap of the owner of the room, what these pictures want to say is self-evident.

He pushed the phone back to Zhang Cheng's chest, and without saying anything, he turned back to the car.