the moon in the attic

When Han Yu walked downstairs, his phone vibrated.

He doesn't have many friends, and few people would send him a message so late, so he thought of Yan Yang.

Fenghuali is left behind by the hustle and bustle of the city, and it has another kind of noise. The work and rest are also different from many affluent places, and there is almost no nightlife.

There are not many houses with lights on after ten o'clock in the evening.

The phone rang again, Han Yu turned the phone around twice in his hand and unlocked it.

Baa Baa: "We're done too."

Baa baa: "Go home."

There was a 3-minute interval between the two messages. Han Yu clicked on the input box, but before he started typing, the opposite side showed that he was typing.

He waited for more than ten seconds, but there was no new message sent, and it disappeared while typing. After repeating this three or four times, the other side completely fell silent.

Han Yu hovered his fingers on the keyboard, thinking about Yan Yang tonight, and walked away for a while.

Yan Yang didn't wear a school uniform today. He wore very ordinary jeans and a short white round-neck T-shirt with a small logo on the cuff of the T-shirt.

He sat far away from the barbecue stand, occupying a table on the edge of the barbecue stand, so most of the time his back was facing Han Yu.

I don't know if it was because of embarrassment or because I really didn't care too much. I didn't look back all night, but it was convenient for Han Yu to look at him.

He doesn't talk much, and he seems to eat without interest, I don't know if it is not to his appetite.

"This time the question is very simple." Talking about this exam, Han Yu heard him say so.

Sitting opposite him, the man named Xing Yihua immediately joined his girlfriend and Gao Chen to attack him, "Are you still human? You call this simple?"

Yan Yang picked up a chicken wing on the plate and put it on the plate, and attacked indiscriminately, "Isn't it because you are too good?"

Several people immediately yelled and accused him of being perverted. Yan Yang held the chicken wings in his mouth and said, "It was you who came to seek abuse on your own initiative, and I was just telling the truth."

There was a moment of silence on the table, and then Yan Yang was attacked by the crowd. He dodged the ball of paper thrown by Xing Yihua, but he couldn't dodge Gao Chen's fist protruding from the side.

Gao Chen's fist hit Yan Yang's arm, and Yan Yang immediately snatched the untouched chicken wing in front of him, "It's broken, I have to mend it."

Han Yu walked behind them and heard Yan Yang say, "Honey is still delicious."

Han Yu secretly wrote it down, but felt that it was completely unnecessary, so he decided to forget it.

But there are many things that you can't forget once you know it.

For example, in the cafeteria Yan Yang always goes to the sweet and sour short rib restaurant that is said to contain a lot of sugar.

For example, when Yan Yang buys water in the supermarket, he will casually complain that it is not cold enough.

The water he took at the barbecue restaurant tonight is still not very cold, but he still holds it in his hand for a long time, using it to cool down more and drinking less.

Li Dai may have told Yan Yang about the mineral water, and Han Yu guessed that it was the reason why Yan Yang was "importing".

Han Yu's guess was indeed good, and Yan Yang was indeed thinking about the bottle of water.

At first he thought that Han Yu only bought water for him because the group of people only knew him a little bit, but after thinking about it, he found that this was actually an untenable proposition.

Because it is impossible for Han Yu to be such an inconsiderate person, no matter how lonely a person is, he will not reach this point.

What's more, Han Yu is actually not lonely. Although he looks like he is not close to strangers, he is surprisingly easy to get along with.

He also thought that it might be because he had bought water for Han Yu before, so Han Yu also bought it for him, but after thinking about it, he felt that the implication of this move was too strong.

If you want to draw a boundary with a person, you have to have a lot of hatred and hatred, and how much you hate this person.

Yan Yang thinks that although everyone is not lovable, at least he is not annoying. After spending a few short times with Han Yu, he can also feel that Han Yu doesn't hate him.

Yan Yang couldn't figure it out, and felt that there was nothing wrong with him, so he tried to analyze the problem from Han Yu's perspective.

Maybe Han Yu simply doesn't want to make friends?That's not right, Yan Yang didn't send out a signal that he insisted on begging for nothing to make friends with others.

Although he really likes Han Yu.

Han Yu naturally didn't know his thoughts. After all, he just did it for no reason. It may be out of the desire to attract Yan Yang's attention, or it may be that he simply wants to buy it for him.

Holding the phone, Han Yu turned on the screen again, typed in the dialog box, "Be careful on the road", and changed it to, "Yeah."

He is not qualified to own a lamb, so try to avoid it.

The moonlight was very bright tonight, and Han Yu waited downstairs for a while without receiving a reply, so he went upstairs following the dim light.

There was no light in the stairs, and Han Yu was used to walking, so he didn't feel dark.

His sense of smell is more sensitive in the dark, and he smells the faint smell of barbecue oil smoke and cumin on his body.

I don't know why, but the smell I'm used to has become extra strong tonight.

While taking the key to open the door, the phone rang again.

Baa-baa: "The boss gave you a discount tonight because of your honor."

Han Yu didn't do anything, but Li Dai was a good businessman, but in Yan Yang's view, it was indeed Han Yu's credit.

Han Yu held the phone and hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is it still to your liking?"

Yan Yang didn't reply immediately, Han Yu pushed open the door, and in an instant, the short-lived happiness brought by Yan Yang tonight disappeared without a trace.

The light in the living room was on, and Han Zhiyong sat on the sofa and stared at him fiercely.

There was no trace of smashing in the house, so Han Yu changed his shoes and walked past him without looking sideways.

"You're blind!" Han Zhiyong's roar sounded from behind, Han Yu stopped and looked at him expressionlessly.

In fact, most of Han Yu's looks are inherited from Han Zhiyong. He has heard "like father" many times since he was a child, so he also hates his own looks extremely.

Because Han Zhiyong has been playing cards day and night all year round, his eyes are very black and blue, his hair is also greasy and messy, and he can't see the good appearance of his youth at all.

Han Yu glanced at him, "Grandma is asleep, please keep your voice down."

"It's your turn to take care of me!" Han Zhiyong stood up with the armrest of the sofa, and raised his finger to him, "Why are you talking to me!"

There was already movement in the old lady's room, Han Yu glanced back, and said to Han Zhiyong, "Don't make trouble."

Han Zhiyong let out a dirty roar, threw the TV remote control on the coffee table to the wall, and limped towards Han Yu.

Because of the different lengths of his legs, and because he walked in a hurry with anger, his posture was very strange.

Han Yu didn't move. When Han Zhiyong moved to him and raised his hand, he said lightly, "Try it."

"You think I dare not smoke you!" Han Zhiyong said in a loud voice, showing a row of teeth yellowed by smoke, "It's only natural for me to beat my son!"

Even though he said that, under Han Yu's gaze, he still slapped him cursingly, and ended with a sentence, "Bitch".

The old lady had already slowly moved to the door. Seeing the two arguing, she burst into tears before she could speak, "What are you doing? What happened to you, Yuyu?"

"Go back to sleep!" Han Zhiyong raised his finger and pointed at his mother, "Cry, cry, cry, you're fucking poor!"

"Shut up!" Han Yu raised the volume, picked up the broken remote control and threw it on the sofa, stepped forward to approach Han Zhiyong, and whispered, "Stop yelling at her."

"I said I never said so, stop yelling at her." Han Yu repeated.

He had already surpassed Han Zhiyong in height, and when he looked down at people, his eyes were fierce and undisguised. Han Zhiyong was forced to take a step back, and fell on the sofa without standing still.

"It's against you!" Because of his extreme anger, the muscles on his face trembled wildly, and his eyes widened, like a dead fish short of water.

After he cursed a few words, he started to cough, because he had smoked bad-tasting cigarettes all the year round, and his mouth was full of the smell of smoke when he coughed, and there was a smell of decay that was about to die from the inside out.

Han Yu ignored him, walked over to support the old lady, and asked her softly, "Did you wake up?"

"Didn't sleep yet," the old lady's eyes were cloudy, with tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes, and she discussed with him, "Yuyu, don't you quarrel with him?"

Han Yu said, "Well, it's not noisy."

As he spoke, he helped the old lady into the room. Han Zhiyong's cough hadn't stopped, as if he couldn't breathe, and the turbid vitality was expeling from his chest.

After comforting the old lady, Han Yu was about to go out when he was stopped.

The old lady has suffered all her life. She was a widow when she was young, and raised her son to become like this. She has no ability, so she can only suffer for her grandson.

"Yuyu," the old lady reached out and tugged at the corner of Han Yu's clothes, carefully, "Don't be angry with him, it's not worth it."

Han Yu touched the back of her hand, turned off the light and went out without saying anything.

Han Zhiyong was out of breath with a cough, and took a few breaths before recovering. When he saw Han Yu coming out, he stared at him and wanted to scold him.

"Shut up," Han Yu stopped him before he could speak, "I'll really know how to fight her out again."

Han Zhiyong will definitely not be able to beat Han Yu now. The days when he grabbed Han Yu by his hair and knocked him against the wall when he was a child are over.

Han Zhiyong cursed again, but the volume of his words was indeed a little softer, "Where's the money?"

Han Yu looked at him coldly and didn't speak.

"I'm talking to you!" Han Zhiyong's voice started to grow louder again.

"I've already given you this month's money," Han Yu said, "I don't have any anymore either."

"If you don't have money, go find a way! Aren't you working at Li Dai's place? My son won't pay you for the dog's stuff?" Han Zhiyong shouted hysterically with bloodshot eyes.

Han Yu felt that he was like a mad dog who barks at everyone.

"The money given to you is enough for you to spend," Han Yu said calmly, "You can also go to Li Dai and see if he will let you walk out with your whole body intact."

Li Dai is not from Fenghuali, he has black hands, even if Han Zhiyong had eight hundred courage, he would not dare to look for him.

Sure enough, Han Zhiyong stopped thinking when he heard what Han Yu said, but he still insisted, "It's not enough for you to give that little money! It's your turn to be filial when I gave birth to you and raised you, shouldn't you?"

The room was stuffy, because Han Zhiyong kept screaming, Han Yu felt that the air around him was polluted, and he no longer had the patience to quarrel with him.

There have been sounds in the building, and it is estimated that neighbors will come up to look for it in a short time.

Han Yu is already familiar with handling this kind of thing, but he still doesn't want to make people laugh, "You won't be short if you don't gamble."

Before Han Zhiyong could speak, Han Yu added, "You can also borrow it, anyway, you still have a good leg to smash for them."

Speaking of injured legs, Han Zhiyong shuddered reflexively.

He looked up at Han Yu, looked at Han Yu's expression, and remembered Han Yu's calm eyes leaning against the door the last time the creditor came to the door.

Usually when he loses some money playing cards, Han Yu can pay him back. Although it is difficult to ask for money every time, Han Yu seldom ignores it. That time he lost his eyes and borrowed usury.

The person who lent him money probably didn't understand his situation at first, but he didn't expect that he really didn't have any money. The debt collectors came to his house to block him several times, but he was lucky enough to avoid it.

He hid outside for more than three months, and when he sneaked back home once, he was blocked by people.

The old lady was pushed by someone, and she fell down on the edge of the sofa, crying all the time with her hair loose. As soon as he entered the door, she was pressed on the coffee table and beaten until her nose was bruised and her face was swollen.

Han Yu came back at this time.

He came in and saw the old lady first, helped her up and sent her back to the house, and then discussed with the leader, "Brother Liu, you have already told me that if you want money, you want money, and you don't do anything."

The man he called Brother Liu was a fat man with a fleshy face, his sleeves were rolled up and his arms were covered with tattoos, and he said impatiently, "I just promise you not to touch the old lady."

"Then my grandma..." Han Yu was interrupted before finishing his sentence.

"The old lady came out to stop me when I came over," someone said, "I fell by myself, no one touched her."

Han Yu didn't know if he believed it or not, so he stopped asking.

After Han Zhiyong saw Han Yu, he started earning money, shouting nonsense, as if Han Yu was a millionaire who could help him pay off the money immediately.

"Brother Liu," Han Yu said, "Didn't I pay back all the money?"

"You paid it back," Brother Liu lit a cigarette, "but you only paid off the principal, not the interest."

Han Yu's eyes turned cold, but he quickly lowered his gaze so that no one could see him, and said in a low voice, "I really can't get any more. I'm not an adult, and no one wants to go out to work."

"If you can't get it out, there is a way." Brother Liu spit a puff of cigarettes on his face, and smiled complacently.

Han Yu didn't even frown, "Say it."

Brother Liu pouted, walked over with a cigarette in his hand and stepped on Han Zhiyong's knee, "Don't you know how to run? Keep your legs."

Han Zhiyong immediately begged his grandpa to tell his grandma, and even Han Yu, who was usually indifferent to him, was begged a few words by him. Brother Liu looked back at Han Yu, "This method is not bad."

Han Yu didn't speak, Han Zhiyong rushed over and hugged Han Yu's calf, and said with snot and tears, "Yu Yu, save Dad, Dad will never gamble again."

Han Yu looked down at him, pulled his legs out for a while, and looked back into the old lady's room. After a long time, he said softly, "Take him away."

Han Zhiyong's crying sounded throughout the building, and Han Yu leaned against the door frame, looking at him expressionlessly.

Later, Han Zhiyong, who had a broken leg, was thrown downstairs. Han Yu took him to the hospital, but because the other party hit too hard, the leg was also shortened. Since then, Han Zhiyong seldom went home.

But he didn't dare to borrow money anymore.

Han Yu said today that he was asked to borrow money, which undoubtedly touched a certain nerve in him. He stared at Han Yu fiercely for a while, then limped and slammed the door and left.

Han Yu heard the sound of him going downstairs, and went upstairs with his schoolbag.

After a day in the sun, when the attic door opened, there was a rush of steaming heat. The phone vibrated twice, and Yan Yang sent him a message back.

Baa-baa: "I was just riding a bike and didn't look at my phone."

Baa-baa: "It tastes super good."

Han Yu walked over to open the window, sat on the floor and seemed to smell the oily smoke from the barbecue shop again, he thought of the smell when Yan Yang came over tonight.

Yan Yang has a very faint fragrance, like laundry detergent, and also like some kind of subtle shower gel, which is incompatible with barbecue stalls.

Let Han Yu not dare to approach.

He replied to Yan Yang, "Brother Li sees that you don't eat much, let me ask you."

Baa-baa: "Tell Brother Li, it's very delicious!"

Baa-baa: "I'm just too hot."

Han Yu thought that would be good, otherwise he would be disappointed if he came so far, so he replied to Yan Yang, "Yes."

Yan Yang didn't reply again, and the phone was quiet again. There was wind coming in through the window, and it was very hot, not Yan Yang's favorite temperature.

The moonlight at eleven o'clock is very bright, the Milky Way can't see the end, behind the sparse clouds, there is a lifeless sky in the wind.

In the dilapidated attic, there was a man trying to get close to the moon.