Cloud Chaser Cemetery

Kang Zhe said that as long as it is not the rainy season in July and August, most of the time in western Sichuan is dry and sunny.

In mid-April, the sun shone brightly over the meadows and rivers, and everything was shining brightly.Tang Yuhui imagined the air as a dust-free solid, shrouded in a sea of ​​blue and green.

Fragments of light passed over the wheat seedlings on the probe, and the sparkling water waves, and flew side by side with Tang Yuhui and Kang Zhe's rumbling motorcycles, and then were left behind together with the wind.

Tang Yuhui felt that his life so far had never been so clear.

The sky was high and cloudy, and his heart was washed clean, making him so happy that he wanted to shout.

But the actual situation is that everything quietly becomes the background board of the sunny day.

Because when he sat on the back seat of the motorcycle and hugged Kang Zhe's waist, he suddenly felt like he was hugging a silent mountain, losing all the need to speak out.

Tang Yuhui raised his head, staring blankly at a cloud that covered the sun and was edged with gold, wondering if we would approach you?

As long as Kang Zhe drove him, he watched the cloud for as long as he could.

When Kang Zhe parked the car on the side of the road, Tang Yuhui felt that his head was a little congested because he kept looking up for a long time. When he got out of the car, his eyes went dark, and he was supported by Kang Zhe.

It was an instant reaction, but Tang Yuhui obediently let go of his hand immediately, went to squat under a tree by himself, and took a long time to recover.

Kang Zhe lit a cigarette and stood beside him with his hands hanging down. Seeing Tang Yuhui move, he took the cigarette down and held it between his fingers, and stretched out his other hand to pull him, "Can we go?"

Tang Yuhui silently looked at Kang Zhe's palm. The hand was lying steadily in front of his eyes. The skin was naturally dark and chapped, but the nails were clean, and the phalanges protruded between the slender knuckles. Wide, every grain seems to break free and extend to the longest.

He didn't hold the hand, and stood up by himself on the ground.

Kang Zhe didn't care, threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it, and took Tang Yuhui to the field.

Tang Yuhui has always known that all grains are beautiful, and this beauty carries a nurturing divinity, like a girl and a mother.

He has seen wheat fields and green rice paddies in a land of fish and rice, but he never imagined that the highland barley fields are like this——

In the vast grassland, every barley plant never stands still, and the thin stalks sway with the wind, forming a sea of ​​green that rises and falls one after another.

The highland barley seems to be breathing evenly, and the tassels are softly adorning the tops of the wheat seedlings, rustling spring songs as they are rubbed.

Tang Yuhui was led by Kang Zhe to the middle of an endless field, and was led by Kang Zhe to find an almost invisible path buried among the barley seedlings, all the way to a big tree.

A couple dressed as herdsmen was bending over to pick barley seedlings in the distance. Hearing their movement, both of them stood up, and the woman among them waved to Kang Zhe.

Kang Zhe smiled brightly, stopped, and waved at the figure over there.

He stretched and said to Tang Yuhui, "That's my father and mother."

Tang Yuhui froze for a moment, quickly stood on tiptoe, and waved to that side in a big way, almost jumping up.

Kang Zhe was stunned for a moment by his sudden big movement, and the two figures seemed to have paused, and then the woman responded enthusiastically, waving her hand even harder, and forced the man next to her to wave her hand, Kang Che yelled something.

It was in Tibetan, and Tang Yuhui didn't understand it.

Kang Zhe also replied a sentence in Tibetan, and he looked at Tang Yuhui with a vague smile: "Why are you so happy?"

Tang Yuhui thought I don't know, but I can probably guess why, but I can't think hard.

His heart was beating very fast, and this frequency has never dropped since the moment he walked out the door today.

It seems that there is an invisible force that wants to jump out of the pulse, filling up the thin skin, forcing Tang Yuhui to dance and laugh enthusiastically and sincerely.

Tang Yuhui squatted down slowly, his altitude sickness had not completely disappeared, and the large body movements just now made him a little habitually hypoxic.

He showed a smile at Kang Zhe:

"I don't know, but I'm so happy."

Kang Che didn't speak, looked at him for a while, and then suddenly squatted down.

Tang Yuhui was a little at a loss as he watched the same shadow magnify on the ground, and felt a heat slowly approaching his cheeks, and the meager smell of smoke from the air from his nose exploded all the way. to mind.

Tang Yuhui's eyelashes began to tremble.

Suddenly, Kang Zhe stopped at a distance as if the two were about to kiss, and his face was still a short distance away from Tang Yuhui.

The air flow was messed up, and Tang Yuhui was glad that he didn't close his eyes trying to hide it.

He saw Kang Zhe stretched out his right hand, gently reaching for the dry bark behind him that smelled good.Although he didn't turn his head, he felt Kang Che's fingers gently pinch something.

Two pairs of air-woven wings first filled Tang Yuhui's eyes, followed by slender insect nodes and huge eyes.

It's a dragonfly.

Tang Yuhui looked at it in disbelief, and Kang Zhe's breath was in his ears: "It's so rare."

He raised his head and shifted his gaze from the beautiful insect to Kang Zhe's eyes—his pupils are so black, with a little bit of cold blue at the edge.

Tang Yuhui saw the eyes lowered slightly, and Kang Zhe gently closed Tang Yuhui's palm with his other hand, but he didn't let him catch it, but slowly placed the dragonfly on it.

——"Send you off".

Tang Yuhui didn't dare to close his palms, and before he could close his palms, the elf-like dragonfly fluttered its thin glass-like wings and flew away far away.

Kang Zhe stood up, clapped his hands, and looked down at Tang Yuhui against the direction of the light, turning into a bright silhouette with softened edges.

"You can sit here for a while, or you can take a walk, I will help my father and mother."

Tang Yuhui's heart was beating wildly, and he was still thinking about the dragonfly he didn't catch just now, the red dragonfly that flew out of the light in his dream.

He nodded in a daze, staring motionlessly at the soft-focus edge of Kang Zhe outlined by the light, feeling that he was more transparent than a chaptera insect.

After Kang Zhe walked away, he was soon buried in the green.

Tang Yuhui looked at it for a while, but saw that Kang Zhe did the farm work neatly and beautifully without any accidents, but he didn't understand anything else.

He called up the health app on his phone, put it gently on the ground, measured his heartbeat, which had never been lowered, and sent the screenshot to Coning——

"Xiao Ke, in the spirit of scientific proof, what do you think can be deduced from this data?"

The news of Corning returned quickly, and Tang Yuhui had reason to suspect that he didn't go to the laboratory, but was sleeping or playing games in the dormitory——

"Student Xiaotang, if you are not experiencing any sports or entertainment activities that are likely to cause hormone disorders, then I would usually infer that you are experiencing national scientific research achievement awards, but now combined with the background of this question, I can reasonably infer that you The monoamine governs the nervous system, or you would prefer its sociological explanation—love."

Tang Yuhui put down his phone.

The highland barley started to shake again, they happily surrounded the Kangchhe in the sea of ​​straw, rustling the hem of his shirt into a white cloud suspended over the field ridge.

Kang Zhe turned around and saw Tang Yuhui standing under the tree in a daze after a long time, and shouted with a smile, "You can come here too——"

Tang Yuhui put the hot mobile phone back into his pocket, a drop of crystal sweat slipped from his temple, flowed down his chin and dripped to the ground.

He knew why he was sweating, and moisture was often the first chemical expression of affection, like tears.

He walked towards Kang Zhe.

The author says:

All the scientific terms are from Baidu (if you make a mistake, change it. It is generally believed that a drop of water is about 0.05ml. The density of sweat is different because of the salt content, but here it is still treated according to the density of water to 0.05g.