summer and roses

The next day, I went to Xining to change to the plateau train. Mu Xia took pictures of You Cruise standing on the platform. He was wearing a pair of old-fashioned sunglasses, and he looked older than his actual age.He bought yogurt on the platform and brought it to Mucha.

"Have some?" You Yi said, biting the small plastic spoon, and his pronunciation was slurred.

Mu Xia cooperatively opened her mouth to signal him to feed, You You stepped on his foot, dug a piece and gave him a bite.

After entering Qinghai, you can already see the scenery of the plateau, blue sky and white clouds, and the mountains in the distance are rarely green even in July. There are unnamed bushes growing on the gravel outside the railway station, and the rock walls on the mountain appear, and the sun is shining It was scorching, and even the air was quite dry.The boy from the plains looked around and stretched like a sigh.

Mucha showed him the photos he took with his mobile phone, and said that he would pass by Qinghai Lake later, although he could only see a little bit, why don't he come again next time, and heard that there are rapeseed flowers over there in May.

"It's fine." You Yi rubbed his forehead, "It's so high up here, why do I feel a little dizzy?"

Mucha didn't understand the symptoms, and the old god was making a conclusion underground: "It should be altitude sickness, I'll go back to the train and sleep in a while." As he said, he took You Yi's hand and shook it, and he seemed to be talking to himself: "Dai Some accessories are also good."

"What did you say?" You Yi asked him.

"It's okay." Mucha shook his head, just as the station announcement was urging the passengers, he followed the trend and led You Yi back to the car.

It will take another day for them to arrive at the holy city. After adapting to the occasional signals on the train, Youyou has already found something for himself, watching the anime he downloaded before—he and Meng are both migrant workers’ anime lovers, and they occasionally meet Interested new shows are also chasing - the old show has recently released a sequel, and a few episodes were left behind before the college entrance examination, and I just finished watching it right now.

Mucha sat next to him, his legs were placed on the narrow bed, his back rested on Youyou's arms and shoulders, and he opened a piece of draft paper to start sketching.

Occasionally being relatively silent is not a bad thing. You You didn't talk much before meeting Mucha. When we are together, cuddling up and doing our own things is far more reassuring than chattering.You Yi moved his arms and put them behind his back, making Mucha more comfortable to lean on.

When he was free, he glanced at the drawing paper, the lines on it were simple but enough to outline, as if it was the scene of their graduation day.

Class [-] wore white tees, and when they were invited to take graduation photos, the contrast was sharp with Class [-], which was a group of students in tunic suits. Everyone looked at each other and called each other stupid in their hearts.

Greeted by the photographer, classmates with good relationship stood together, in twos and threes, the girls took out a small mirror to see if their bangs were neat, and took the time to practice facial expressions.

It was very sunny that day, the sun was clear, and the leaf tips flashed light spots from time to time, like decorations on the leaves.Lucky Cat is wearing a white shirt that has been scribbled by his classmates, and he is standing in the middle with a smile, like the stars and the moon. He said that this is the second graduating class he is leading, and his eyes are still a little difficult. perceived red.

Mucha hugged You Yi's shoulder, and pulled him closer to her without making a sound.

Behind them is the small auditorium with the school logo, and in the distance you can see a beige corner of the teaching building protruding from the tall plane trees and camphor trees.

This scene reminded him of the first day when he stepped into Yucai Middle School, he stepped on the preparatory bell that was about to be late, and he was in a bad mood because he met two girls on the road who spoke contemptuously about art students.At that time, he looked at people with his nostrils, was cynical, hated his parents very much, and was tired of studying.

But he met You Cruising, Lucky Cat, Lin Zhan... All the characters just mended the rift in his adolescence, neither sooner nor later, thinking about it now, Liang Ning's persuading him to transfer to another school was the most correct decision for her one.

When the photographer called out "one, two, three", Mucha's fingers suddenly hooked his profile - it was an extremely intimate gesture.

It doesn't matter what other people think when they see this graduation photo later.He guessed that Mucha wanted to leave something to commemorate on this occasion, no matter how friends take pictures in private, it is not as impressive as the ambiguous little actions in the group photo.

Mucha was recreating that day with pen and paper, but You Yi was disturbed by a memory for no reason.

June happened to be Lin Zhan's birthday month, so they celebrated Lin Zhan and Lin Po's birthdays before the college entrance examination in order to prevent them from getting together later.The ordered cream cakes were thrown everywhere, and even Xie Zeyuan, who had always been estranged from them, was forced to join the battle.

In the confusion, Xie Zeyuan protected Lin Zhan behind him, and when he raised his head, Meng unexpectedly hit two people with the cake plate he pushed past.Ignoring himself, he turned around and wiped off the cream on Lin Zhan's hair with a tissue.

Thinking of this person, You Cruise sighed again.

He knew that encounters were impossible, but when he saw Xie Zeyuan's lonely figure that night, he couldn't help but sympathize with the sorrow of the rabbit and the fox.

"Mucha." You Yi called him, turned around, and buried his head in his neck.

There was no one else in the carriage, Mu Xia didn't ask him what was wrong, he put the pen and paper on the small table, hugged You Cruise, and kissed his hair.In the half-bed sun, the white clouds on the plateau also reflected vague shadows.

In the evening, the train stopped in Golmud and drove to Hoh Xil, and suffered severe altitude sickness while cruising in the middle of the night.

He woke up from a feeling of suffocation near death, wrapped in a quilt, with cold sweat on his back.Youyou sat up, took a big sip of water, the thermos was still warm, but the warm water was hard to swallow.

On the opposite bed, Mucha was still sleeping soundly with his back facing him, and wanted to cough, but the suffocation came again, so he had to get out of bed first and sit on the stool outside.

There is a faint night light under the carriage of the train, cruising and staring at it for a long time, and there is a rumbling but distant sound in my ears.He pulled the curtain of the car window, and the night heavily invaded his vision.

The sky was blue, as if the clouds were still shining, but there was no light as far as he could see, and the word "twilight" popped up in his mind for no reason.Summer nights should have been his favorite time, but the entire plateau couldn't even see a utility pole, only mountains and mountains, and the skyline extended into an invisible distance.

You Yi covered his heart, cleared his throat, and lay down on the small table.

Occasionally, one or two sharp coughs came to my ears from the bed next door, and Ianyou drank a lot of water.He obviously didn't open the window, but he had the illusion that there was wind in his ears.

The intermittent suffocation was so tormenting that he couldn't bear it.The water in the thermos was gone, Youyou thought for a while, turned over and sat at the end of Mucha's bed, resting his feet on his lap - he couldn't sleep, and he didn't want to wake Mucha up.

After sitting like this for a while, Mucha turned over in bewilderment, You Yi closed his eyes slightly, and finally found a little sleepiness.

He put on the earphones to block out the noise of the train, but Mucha grabbed the hand that was standing aside.

The music seemed to be responsive, and sang at the right time:

"You are a feeling, written in the summer night wind."

It happened to be a sunny afternoon when we arrived in the holy city.The sunshine on the plateau seemed inexhaustible, Mu Xia put on a fisherman hat, narrowed his eyes slightly, and got into the bus with You Yi.

The scenery here is much different from the hometown of the two people. Whether it is the solitary dwarf tree, the small but fast-flowing river, the bryophytes climbing on the stones on the bank, or the occasional eagle gliding across the blue sky, they all make the plain teenager surprised.You Yi lay on the side of the car window watching, and Mucha took a picture of the back of his head with his mobile phone.

He sent the furry back of his head together with the white clouds and the sun-studded mountain to Moments, and then turned off the signal.

The hotel I booked in advance was in good condition, much better than the small hotel I stayed in in H City at that time.The sister at the front desk specifically told them not to take a shower and wash their hair, and the two of them settled down, then took the bus from outside the hotel gate to the Potala Palace.

It was almost dusk at this time, and the scenic spot could not be entered, so we had to make a quick turn around the square and encountered the night view of Lhasa.

Accustomed to the hustle and bustle of jewels and colorful neon lights, the white buildings illuminated only by ordinary lights show an indisputable tranquility and holiness.It was getting dark late in the west, and the sun had not yet set after eight o'clock, and the golden light shrouded the edge of the palace in the holy city. The contrast between white and red was sharp, and the opposite was a bright sunset.

Mucha stood under the street lamp, looking up at the palace for a long time, until You You reminded him "Do you want to write a postcard to Lin Po?" He finally recovered, and followed him to the post office next to him.

He was indeed shocked, thinking that it would be worthwhile to come here with the person he likes.

There is a post office next to the Potala Palace. Most of the shops are tourists. Occasionally, people wearing national costumes pass by, as well as cyclists.

You Yi took a few sheets and lay down on the table to write, his handwriting was no different from most boys, it was scribbled and untidy, because of improper writing posture, it crooked on the unruffled paper, like the traces of a centipede crawling out.

He wrote: "We are in Lhasa, Mucha is fine, I hope you don't blame me after receiving this postcard."

The postcards sent back to Lin Zhan brothers and sisters and other good friends have been written and put aside, the words and sentences of this letter are vague.Just as he opened his mouth, he saw You Yi skillfully filled out a string of addresses, and wrote "Jian Ziwen" in the addressee section.

Mucha: "...for your mother?"

"My parents will send me letters wherever they go. When I went to City H before, I went to the post office and bought a postcard to send to them when you took the exam." You Yi said, picked up the seal next to it and stamped it.

"No..." Mucha repeatedly confirmed the content, and watched him put a few postcards into the mailbox together, "Is this what I think it means? Your parents know?"

You Yi and him walked out of the post office, the setting sun was setting in the distance, and the western city finally ushered in the evening wind and twilight.

He played with his fingers: "I don't know, but they must know."

Mucha: "Could it be a little early at this time? I thought about telling my mother before, but I have to wait until she comes out of the shadow of marriage, otherwise she must think that it's her and my father's fault that I like boys."

Youyou heard him take the initiative to mention his parents, and his fingers were intertwined: "My parents are different, they have derailed from me. The family gets together less often, and they don't know what I think. Thinking about them... especially the old Mom is not so frustrated, I think this is a good way, if they can accept it, the problems between us these years can start to be resolved."

He is, to put it mildly, independent, but in truth he is almost equivalent to a left-behind child.Before living in school, I lived with the elders of the next generation, and I started to live in high school, and I had to order takeaway when I went home on weekends. Every year, there were only a handful of times when I reunited with my parents. When I was a student, the parent meeting was held by other relatives...

You Yi said that he and his parents have a misunderstanding, do not understand each other, and rarely have the opportunity to talk face to face.He became like this, his parents didn't know, and other relatives were too far away.

Mu Xia understood the many problems caused by this sense of distance, and nodded in acquiescence to his postcard.

"Let's talk about it later, as you said just now, parents have to know sooner or later, I don't want to hide you." You Yi said with his head down, counting the bricks he passed.

An inexplicable thought occupied his mind, Mu Xia's throat choked: "What?"

You Yi took his hand: "My boyfriend has been admitted to the best academy of fine arts, I can't help it, I kind of want to tell the world."

The hands they held were drawn into long shadows by the light of the street lamp, Mu Xia turned his face sideways and took a deep breath, and with his other free arm, he stretched over You Yi's shoulder, and kissed him under the night of the rising stars.

"Don't move, pose for me." Mucha said, took out his phone and pressed the camera button on their shadows.

You Yi almost laughed out loud, he squatted on the ground and covered his stomach, saying Mucha was a formalist.

Posted on Moments according to the location, Mucha proudly dragged him up: "Whatever you say, today is considered to be a complete oath of sovereignty, um... what date is it today?"

You Yi smiled and said: "I don't know, don't remember it, you didn't write it down when you confessed."

"That's right." Mucha said, scratching his hair in embarrassment.

The short hair that hadn't been cut in the summer had grown a lot, and when it was combed, it could cover the ears, and the broken hair at the back also hung down to the neck.At this time, he was slightly feverish after walking all the way, Mu Xia gathered the ends of his hair, tied a knot at the back of his head, skillfully removed a rubber ring on his wrist and wrapped it up, and turned to show You Yi: "Do you think Erlang God will grab it when he sees it?" I'm going to shave my head?"

You Yi reacted for two seconds. "Erlang God" refers to their vicious dean, who makes Lucky Cat unhappy all day long. He couldn't help laughing, and pulled his pigtails: "Crazy!"

"Hey, our bus is here!"

The psychopath shook his head and trotted forward, grabbing him, and the unseasonable braid hopped and hopped, like an antenna indicating a happy mood.

The red and white palace stands behind them for thousands of years, the night sky is quiet, the stars are twinkling, and the light of the moon is pouring down.

There are not many places to play in Tibet. The reason is that cruising has severe altitude sickness.From the edge of Hoh Xil that night, at an altitude of more than 5000 meters, he was almost out of breath. He knew that he would not be able to accompany Mucha to the Everest base camp when he was cruising. Fortunately, the two of them arranged independent travel and joined a local group, so it was convenient to change the itinerary temporarily.

When I went to Namtso, I sat in the car for several hours. I set off before dawn and passed another peak of more than [-] meters.

The colorful prayer flags outside the window fluttered with the strong wind from the mountain pass. Mucha took two photos by the car window, and spent the rest of the time comforting the sick. Cruising is also good for sickness. Altitude sickness is serious but not fatal. , but let this man change from a ferocious tiger to a pussy like a kitten. Mucha played with his fingers and hair, and pulled a little bit of flesh on his face, all of which could not arouse resistance. Compared with the past, when he exploded Added to the fun.

"Don't bother me, I want to throw up." You Yi rolled his eyes.

Mucha covered his head and face with his coat, pulled out the portable oxygen tank he was cruising, and leaned down to kiss him deeply.

Tianhu Lake is the lake with the highest altitude. There was no sunshine when they arrived, and the sky was overcast, occasionally a ray of gold sprinkled from the top of the mountain.The lake is surrounded by snow-capped mountains, the water is blue, and the sky is also blue.

Youyou squatted down and stirred the lake water.

Mucha asked, "How does it feel?"

You Yi thought for a while and said, "...It's cold."

Mucha smiled, but didn't answer.At that moment, he briefly thought about the end of time. This is the peak tourist season, and there are people coming and going around him, a child being carried on the back of a yak, and the sound of laughing and fighting can be heard endlessly.

His whole body was quiet, he wrapped his coat tightly and squatted by the lake with You Cruise, and suddenly said: "I've always wanted to come here, thank you."

Youyou picked up the water and threw it on his face.

Not far away, the female tour guide is introducing enthusiastically: "The water in Tianhu Lake has spirituality. If you wash your left hand, you will be promoted, and your right hand will make you rich. If you put both hands together, you may have good luck!"

The voice came to his ears, You You saw Mu Xia's playful expression, and stood there in embarrassment and annoyance.He was about to have a seizure, when Mu Xia covered his wet hands after he stood up, he sighed, as if lamenting that the lake was too cold:

"Hmm...that's right, it's a bit peachy. How about this handsome guy, why don't you take me away."

"It's so forced!" You Yi complained, but he let him pull himself over to take a photo with Lan Tian.

After that, there are only a few places to play, Yanghu Lake, Shigatse, and I went back to Lhasa after a circle.It was still the hotel where he stayed on the first day. After Mucha packed his luggage, he suddenly said that he wanted to go out on the plane early the next morning.

"I'll go with you." You Yi said.

Mucha unexpectedly refused: "I'll be back after shopping, you're not feeling well, go to bed early."

You Yi has been tormented by Gao Fan these days, so he doesn't force himself now, wipes his face with hot water and turns into bed.Before going to bed, he told Mucha to be careful, completely forgetting that it was not night yet.

He took the bus familiar with the road, plugged in the earphones and looked out the window, and stopped until the entrance of the Potala Palace.

They queued for two hours that day when they went in, cruising uncomfortable, hanging on him like a koala.A lot of people came and went with sideways glances, Mucha met their gazes calmly, covered the sun with his clothes for the cruise.

Now that Mucha came back here, he took another look at the dusk of the Potala Palace, and turned into the post office.

Probably because the post office has to be worthy of a dominant reputation, postcards and other time mail services are available.Mucha picked out a postcard from Zhang Namco, took out a piece of letter paper from her bag, and spread it on the table.

The ink pen was turning around at the fingertips. Mucha typed the manuscript for a long time before finally writing the pen with satisfaction——his Chinese is not very good, and his views on literature are limited to the necessary articles in the textbook. Other than that, Just know a little bit about the history of aesthetics. If you want him to be romantic, Mu Xia might have said in the past: "Then you might as well give me a knife."

But at this moment, he is sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the afterglow of the setting sun outside decorates the golden street. The lights are not yet on, and travelers are just like in the past, either strolling or coming and going in a hurry.

Every day, someone puts "time" in their pockets and takes it away. Mucha folded the letter paper and stuffed it into an envelope, thinking, this can be regarded as an unforgettable time folded.

He gave the letter to the staff at the front desk of the post office: "Mail it for me... well, five years."

Reading this letter in another five years, I'm afraid both You Yi and him will feel nauseous.

On the day Mucha confidently sent it, they were still together and wrote You Yi's address without hesitation.

In the midsummer of this year, he stood in the time gap between the starry sky and the setting sun at an altitude of 4000 meters, and sent his first love letter. If his diary does not count—well, everything is cruising for the first time.

Thinking of this, Mucha smiled, put on her bag and stepped out of the post office.

Returning to the hotel the same way, when you opened the door, You Yi was still lying on the bed playing mobile games.The signal in the room was not very good, he frowned and cursed a few words from time to time, his voice was soft and soft because he was uncomfortable.

"I'm back." Mucha said, shaking the plastic bag in his hand, "I bought you an apple."

"Ah," You Yi poked his head out, "Just now Ringo said that when we go back, we will go to the city next door to play together in C City another day, eat hot pot in summer, go to the riverside to take the light rail, and then go to Tiankeng..."

Mucha nodded: "Okay, if there is anything else you want to play, arrange it slowly."

"long time."

"Hmm." He took out an apple and repeated it lightly, as if talking to himself, "It's been a long time."

There was silence in the room for a long time, You You didn't know what to think, and suddenly said: "We will always be together, right?"

The wide open curtain reveals the night on the plateau, Mucha stood up and looked at the starry sky - the sky here is always pure, and the dark velvet of the starry sky is dotted with diamonds.

He stood by the bed and patted Youyou's head: "I swear."

There were not many words on the letter paper that had been frozen into amber by time.

Thousands of thoughts from his heart have been completed, and only a few sentences can be properly moving.

"Spring and summer, the remaining snow on the broken bridge, the autumn moon in Pinghu, the blue sky and white clouds at 4000 meters, the wilderness passing by the green train, I used to think, if there is no you I love, these are actually meaningless."

"But when I have you, all of that suddenly means nothing."

The author has something to say: finally swear there, paying tribute to the classic line of Brokeback Mountain: Iswear.

The subtitle and introduction are from Mayday "Crazy World"

over, the episode is updated from time to time, just after the operation is too weak to sit for a long time, I hope everyone understands w