the moon in the attic

Han Yu held the umbrella very steadily, Yan Yang pushed the car and walked beside him, the wheels splashed with water marks, Yan Yang became embarrassed after realizing it.

The white T-shirt on Han Yu's body was very thick, and it stuck to his shoulders wet, looking very uncomfortable.

Yan Yang said embarrassedly, "You got wet."

Han Yu turned his head to look at him, "It's okay, I have to take a shower when I go back anyway."

Yan Yang responded and asked him, "Why did you come out in such heavy rain?"

"I went to work part-time," Han Yu said, "I went to class for Ji Hao's brother."

Yan Yang did hear what Ji Hao said, so he asked casually, "Is Ji Hao at home?"

"It's not Ji Hao's real brother," Han Yu said, "it's his cousin, they don't live together."

Yan Yang nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The two walked for about five minutes, and Han Yu stopped in front of the barbecue shop, and said to Yan Yang, "You can park your car here."

He said, took out a key and opened the door.

Yan Yang asked him, "Is it appropriate for me to put the car in the house?"

"It's okay," Han Yu said, "I'll just talk to Brother Li Dai later, I don't have a place to park at my house."

Yan Yang licked his lips, "Yes."

They walked along Yinghui Road, and after about 10 minutes, they came to a place that Yan Yang was completely unfamiliar with.

Yan Yang has never seen such an old place, the old one can even be called dilapidated.

The first thing you see is rows of low-rise buildings with dark walls. The walls are covered with old dirt, and even moss grows on the side that is not sunny, and the color is so dark that it is black.

Several rows of rust-red pipes were inlaid on the wall. It was unknown where the rain started, and the rust flowed down the wall, spreading a stain.

There are old advertisements and business cards on the poles on the side of the road. There are piles of garbage under the poles. Because of the rain, yellow sewage flows everywhere.

Han Yu led Yan Yang past the pile of garbage, and Yan Yang smelled a pungent sour smell.

Han Yu didn't speak all the time, Yan Yang thought, he didn't invite himself to his house just now, maybe he didn't think it was troublesome.

They bypassed several old buildings, and Han Yu led him to one of them, "Here we are."

The dark green anti-theft door was seriously faded, hanging on the door frame precariously, and lime steps with several cracks could be seen through the cracks in the door.

Yan Yang looked up and saw the faded "Four Units" sprayed on the door opening outside.

Han Yu opened the door, let Yan Yang in first, and put away the umbrella himself.

There was a very short step at the door, because the corridor was dark, Yan Yang didn't notice it, and stumbled, Han Yu quickly grabbed him so he didn't fall.

"Sorry." Han Yu said.

Yan Yang frowned, "It's not you who threw me, so what are you apologizing for?"

Han Yu pursed his lips, his mood fluctuated rarely, and he said softly, "This place is too dirty."

When describing his home for the first time, Han Yu said it was too messy, but this time he said it was too dirty.

Yan Yang is indeed not used to it. He has never lived in such a place since he was a child, and he has never been here, but this does not mean that he should look down on Han Yu because of it.

He took the umbrella from Han Yu and went upstairs first, "I'm the one who disturbed you."

Han Yu followed behind him, "Just as long as you don't dislike him."

"Don't dislike it," Yan Yang took the next step slowly, looked back at Han Yu, and smiled at him, "Thank you for taking me in."

Han Yu also twitched the corners of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes. He lightly touched Yan Yang's shoulder, "Look at the road."

Yan Yang deliberately slowed him down a step, and walked behind him, "Which floor is it?"

"The top floor," Han Yu said, and took out another key. "My grandma is at home, but she is basically in her bedroom. You can do whatever you want."

Yan Yang felt that it was impolite for him to come to the door, but now it was too late to go back and buy something, so he just made a joke, "Well, I am very obedient."

For some reason, Han Yu pursed his lips and smiled, and echoed, "I see."

The light in the corridor was very weak, and Yan Yang walked behind Han Yu, looking at his rain-wet T-shirt sticking to his shoulders, showing a very beautiful shape.

He doesn't have a big frame, but he is relatively tall among his peers, so his shoulders are slightly wider. Yan Yang stared at it for a while, but didn't notice when Han Yu stopped and bumped his head on his back.

Han Yu also froze for a moment, and grabbed his arm back, afraid that he would fall, "What's wrong?"

Yan Yang touched his nose with his hand and said with a smile, "I'm distracted."

He smelled the smell of washing powder on Han Yu's body again, mixed with the damp smell of the rainstorm, somehow, it made Yan Yang feel very safe.

Han Yu didn't ask any more questions and opened the door.

The indoor light was also a bit dim, Han Yu raised his hand to turn on the light, and the whole picture of the living room was presented in Yan Yang's eyes.

Different from the mess outside, although Han Yu's house is a bit dilapidated, it is not dirty, and because there are few furniture, it looks a bit empty. There is a very narrow small staircase facing the entrance door.

Han Yu gave Yan Yang a pair of slippers, "There is no one at home, these are mine, is that okay?"

Yan Yang's sneakers were soaked in water, and his socks were also soaked. He was a little embarrassed and said to Han Yu, "My feet are wet."

Han Yu didn't seem to understand what he meant, and frowned, "Then hurry up and replace it."

So Yan Yang squatted down to untie his shoelaces, leaned on the wall to change his shoes, and when he lowered his head, he saw the corner of the wall where a piece of wall skin had been removed.

He looked away calmly, and asked, "Where's grandma? Shall I say hello?"

"It's okay if you don't go now," Han Yu said, "She's not in good health, she should be taking medicine and taking a nap right now."

Yan Yang lowered his voice, "Then let's not go."

After entering the room, his eyes were slightly lowered, and he politely did not look around. At a glance, he only knew that there were two bedrooms downstairs, but he was not sure which one Han Yu lived in, so he waited for Han Yu to speak up.

Han Yu took off his shoes and stepped on the floor with bare feet, and said to Yan Yang, "Wait a while."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the stairs. Yan Yang saw his figure disappear on the stairs before he dared to take a quick look at the room.

The living room is not very big, the walls are mottled, many places are peeled off, the floor color is not fashionable, and the small dark pink diamond-shaped grid makes the whole room look older.

The doors of the two bedrooms downstairs were closed, and the dark yellow wooden doors were unevenly painted.

He was watching, and when he heard Han Yu's footsteps, he quickly lowered his head again.

Han Yu came over with a set of clean clothes, and handed him a towel, "There are no new ones, but they are all washed, is that okay?"

Yan Yang took it over, "Yes."

Han Yu led him to the door of the bathroom and said to him, "Call me if you need anything."

Yan Yang thanked him, and stood at the door of the bathroom holding his clothes, looking at Han Yu hesitantly, unable to open his mouth.

Han Yu is usually not good at words, but this time he took the initiative to say, "The underwear is new, and it is caught in the clothes."

Yan Yang thought to himself, "Oh, so there is."

He thanked Han Yu again, and went into the bathroom.

The bathroom in Han Yu's house is small. Because the house is old, the tiles on the floor are a little yellow, but it doesn't look dirty.

There is no wet and dry separation in the bathroom, and the space is a bit small. Yan Yang turned around twice and decided to put the change of clothes on the washing machine.

The water temperature cannot be adjusted, there are only two valves representing hot and cold water, one red and one blue, he adjusted both sides slightly, and took a bath with slightly scalding water.

He took a shower quickly, and when he went out after washing and changing clothes, he saw an old lady sitting on the sofa.

Yan Yang was stunned for a moment, took off the towel on his head and walked over quickly, and said hello, "Grandma, I am Han Yu's classmate, and my name is Yan Yang."

Han Yu's grandma's hair is all white, her back is a little hunched, and her wrinkles are deep. She looks like an old man who has suffered a lot.

She smiled and waved to Yan Yang, Yan Yang walked over and squatted beside her, pressed his hand on the coffee table and was stabbed, and found that a corner of the glass coffee table was missing.

The old lady suddenly became nervous, "Does it matter? Does it matter?"

Yan Yang was only stabbed once, but there was no cut, so he shook his head to signal the old lady not to worry, "It's okay grandma, it's not hurt."

Grandma Han Yu seemed very cramped and didn't know what to say to Yan Yang. Just when the two were relatively silent, there was another sound from the stairs in the attic.

Yan Yang looked back, Han Yu was holding another set of clothes in his hand, and he probably needed to change after taking a shower later.

Han Yu came over, stretched out his hand to pull Yan Yang up, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Before Yan Yang could speak, the old lady said, "His hand is on the coffee table, show him quickly."

Han Yu's complexion changed, he took Yan Yang's hand and took a look, before he saw the wound, he was about to switch to the other hand.

Yan Yang was amused by his nervous appearance, and raised his hands to show Han Yu, "It's really all right."

Only then did Han Yu feel relieved, let go of Yan Yang's hand, and asked the old lady first, "Are you awake?"

"I didn't sleep much, the rain was too loud." The old lady stood up slowly, and Yan Yang was close, so he gave her a hand to help her stand still.

Her skin is very loose, and her palms have some old thick calluses. Rubbing Yan Yang's palms, she has a strong sense of presence.

"Then sleep a little longer," Han Yu helped her from Yan Yang's hand, "It's still raining."

The old lady smiled, looked up at Yan Yang, "Are you Yuyu's classmate?"

Yan Yang had a sweet mouth, so there was no need to remind others, he bent slightly and said, "Yes, grandma, I got caught in the rain outside, and Han Yu brought me back."

He is good-looking, and old people like polite and handsome children. He patted his arm when he heard this, "Then do you have more time to visit Yuyu?"

Before Yan Yang could answer, Han Yu interjected, "His home is far away."

The old lady pouted and muttered, "Anyway, your father won't come back soon."

Yan Yang didn't understand what she meant, and Han Yu didn't explain, and asked Yan Yang to wait for him for a while, and helped the old lady into the house.

When Han Yu came out, Yan Yang was still standing beside the sofa, looking like a polite guest.

Han Yu pointed upstairs, "I'm sleeping upstairs, do you want to go up and wait for me?"

Yan Yang nodded, remembering the dirty clothes he put in the bathroom, he said shyly, "I haven't washed my clothes yet."

"It's okay," Han Yu said, "I'll wash it out together in a while."

Just now, Yan Yang poured some washing powder and washed his underwear out. He was hanging on a horizontal bar in the bathroom. He hesitated and said, "I...is still in it to dry."

Han Yu quickly realized that he called Yan Yang to go to the bathroom with him, asked him to take out his underwear, and then led him to the balcony, "Let's hang it."

"Yeah." Yan Yang hung up his underwear awkwardly, feeling a little embarrassed, "I'll wait for you upstairs?"

"Okay," Han Yu said, and followed Yan Yang to the stairs, "Shaking, go up slowly."

The stairs leading to the attic are suspended wooden stairs. There are high gaps between each step. It is really steep, and there will be loud creaking noises when walking.

Thinking that grandma was going to sleep, Yan Yang went up lightly.

After Yan Yang went up and opened the door, Han Yu turned and went back to the bathroom.

The floor of the attic is also made of wood, although it is very old, but it is polished very well. When Yan Yang stepped on the floor, the floor sank slightly, and it also made the same sound as the stairs, but it was much softer.

The attic area is small, shaped like an isosceles trapezoid, and the windows are on the waistline of one side of the trapezoid. Because of the rain, the windows are closed.

It was stuffy in the room.

The room only had a single bed, a low cabinet, and a desk that was almost filled with books and test papers. Next to the desk was a small square box that served as a stool.

The roof of the attic was very low, Yan Yang lowered his head slightly, and found the switch near the door.

The light in Han Yu's bedroom is just a light bulb hanging from the roof, the wattage is not high, and the light is yellow.

He sat on the small box in the house and looked out of the window for a long time. The rain became heavier and lighter, and he didn't know when it would stop.

The phone vibrated.

Aunt Zhang: "It's raining so hard, where have you been?"

Yan Yang directly called Aunt Zhang, and the other person answered quickly, "Yan Yang? Where are you? Do you want to pick you up?"

Her tone was very anxious, and Yan Yang was in a better mood now, "Don't answer, I'm at my classmate's house."

Aunt Zhang was a little relieved, "Which classmate? Is the relationship good? Is it convenient to trouble him?"

Yan Yang thought that Aunt Zhang really understood him, and secretly answered in his heart, "Han Yu, I don't know if the relationship is good or not. If it's not convenient, I'm begging for nothing."

But he still told Aunt Zhang, "The relationship is very good, no trouble, I will go back when the rain stops."

As soon as he finished speaking, the stairs in the attic rang. He said a few more words to Aunt Zhang and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Han Yu changed his clothes and appeared at the door with two bowls of noodles. Yan Yang hurried over to take a bowl.

"I thought you might not have eaten," Han Yu handed him a pair of chopsticks, "Are you hungry?"

Yan Yang often misses meals on time, but for some reason, Han Yu's concerned question "Are you hungry?" made him feel aggrieved all of a sudden.

He took the chopsticks and looked around, "Where do you eat?"

Han Yu's desk was fully occupied, so Han Yu sat directly on the ground, turned over the small box that Yan Yang had just sat in, put a piece of paper on it, and signaled Yan Yang, "Put the bowl up."

Yan Yang put the bowl on, followed Han Yu's example and sat on the ground, poking the noodles with his chopsticks.

"It's raining and it's not convenient to go out and buy," Han Yu said, "My cooked noodles taste alright, try it?"

"Yeah." Yan Yang responded and ate the noodles quietly.

Because the roof of the attic is low, everything in the house is a bit short, and the small box is also short. Yan Yang bent over, feeling awkward, but because the bowl was very hot, he couldn't lift it up.

But he happened to have damp eyes, so he could hide his emotions with his head down.

But Han Yu was very sensitive, and his voice was very soft, "Are you unhappy?"

Yan Yang subconsciously wanted to deny it, but Han Yu was very gentle, and the attic was so small that it seemed that he couldn't contain his hypocritical sadness.

He held the bowl, "Yeah."

Han Yu was quiet for a few seconds, and asked him cautiously, "Can you talk to me?"

Yan Yang thought about it, but it wasn't really a big deal, but he decided to start from the morning, "I woke up this morning and thought of my brother. I should have told you that my brother has already..."

"Well," Han Yu nodded, "I remember."

"Then I was a little unhappy," Yan Yang picked up the noodles with chopsticks, "Later my dad came back and asked me to have dinner and then changed his mind."

He said, "I don't have to have this meal with him, but every time he promises something, he has to push it until the next time, and there will never be a next time."

After Yan Yang finished speaking, he also felt that he was making a fuss out of a molehill. He looked up at Han Yu, who was looking at him very intently. The yellow low-wattage lamp reflected his slightly cold and hard jaw line, making this person much softer.

He stared at Yan Yang intently, as if he cared about Yan Yang's minutiae feelings, which gave Yan Yang the illusion that he was being loved.

Yan Yang blinked, and looked away uncomfortably, "It's probably these things."

Han Yu nodded, and responded softly, without comforting his words, but said, "Turn under the bowl."

Yan Yang was puzzled, but still listened to him, and picked up the upper layer of noodles with chopsticks.

Under the bowl lay a poached egg, which was beautiful in shape. Yan Yang blinked, lowered his head, took a bite, and said softly, "It's coaxing the child."

He was wearing the old T-shirt that Han Yu gave him, his hair was half-dry, with a few strands curled up restlessly, he looked very well-behaved, like a white and soft lamb.

Han Yu whispered, "Coax the lamb."

"Huh?" Yan Yang raised his head, revealing reddish eyes.

He seemed aggrieved, and his voice was filled with sadness.

Han Yu was at a loss for a while, he lowered his body slightly to get closer to Yan Yang, and almost said in a panic, "Baabaa, don't cry."