the moon in the attic

Han Yu remarked "咩咩" to Yan Yang, but he had never called him that, and blurted out the phrase "咩咩", which made both of them a little at a loss.

After about half a minute, Yan Yang said, "I also said that I didn't coax the children."

Han Yu seemed to want to explain something, but Yan Yang didn't give him a chance, so he raised his bowl to cover his face, "Let's eat."

Han Yu's cooking skills are very good, but it is also possible that Yan Yang was hungry and ate up the noodles in a short while. Seeing Yan Yang put down the bowl, Han Yu asked him, "Are you full?"

Yan Yang nodded, "I'm full."

So Han Yu stacked the bowls together and said to Yan Yang, "I'm going to wash the dishes."

Yan Yang was embarrassed to eat other people's work and didn't do any work, so he stood up and followed Han Yu down, "I will go together."

The kitchen is on the first floor near the balcony. The area is not too big because there is no range hood. Although it is raining outside, the window is still open.

The tile on the counter top is a solid black tile slab, but it has cracked in a few places over the years.

Han Yu walked to the sink, squeezed some dish soap, and carefully washed the bowls for two people. The space was really tight, Yan Yang wanted to help but couldn't, so he stood at the door and didn't go in.

Han Yu quickly washed the dishes, opened the door of the hanging cabinet and put the bowls in, and asked with a smile, "What are you doing with me?"

He didn't bleat anymore.

"Watch you wash the dishes." Yan Yang was a little embarrassed.

Han Yu went to the living room and took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, facing Yan Yang, "It's finished, let's go up?"

Yan Yang nodded, and followed him upstairs like a tail.

After taking a shower, Han Yu changed into a pair of knee-length shorts. His calves were long and straight, because when he was going upstairs, his muscles were slightly tensed during his movements, and his lines were beautiful.

Yan Yang's gaze moved down and landed on his thin ankle. Han Yu's Achilles tendon was also very long, pulling it into a very sexy shape.

Realizing what he was thinking, Yan Yang decisively looked away.

Han Yu had already walked upstairs, and he sat back on the floor, looking up at Yan Yang.

Yan Yang walked over, sat cross-legged beside him, looked out the window with him, and asked Han Yu, "If it keeps raining, will the barbecue shop close?"

"Well," Han Yu picked up the phone, "Brother Li Dai has decided to close the store today."

It was just after three o'clock in the afternoon, but because of the rain, it felt a bit like evening.

Yan Yang and Han Yu sat together for a while, and said softly, "Thank you today."

"Yeah." Han Yu still said very little, and it seemed that he had been out of shape since he called Yan Yang a "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" just now.

Now that he thought of this, Yan Yang asked, "I never asked you why you gave me that nickname."

Han Yu didn't really want to say it, but under Yan Yang's gaze, he still said, "You are very white."

Yan Yang: ...All right.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, Yan Yang didn't pursue it any further. He compared his arm with Han Yu's and concluded, "It's okay, you are similar to me."

The light in the attic was yellow, but nothing could be seen.

After comparing, he let go of his hand, not noticing that Han Yu's arm was quietly dodging back.

"Then what do I call you?" Yan Yang's unhappiness had passed, and he began to tease Han Yu, "Brother Yu?"

Han Yu was called Brother Yu, Gao Chen, Xing Yihua and the others, but Yan Yang felt a little awkward for some reason.

He suddenly remembered what the owner of the barbecue shop called Han Yu.

Yan Yang cleared his throat, and tentatively called, "Xiao Yuyu?"

Han Yu's expression stiffened visibly, and Yan Yang couldn't help laughing.

"En." To Yan Yang's surprise, Han Yu responded honestly.

He may have felt embarrassed, but the sound of "hmm" was different from usual, it was very low, nasal, and even soft.

Now he became Yan Yang uncomfortably, he just wanted to make a joke, embarrassing such an honest Han Yu, and felt that he was really bad.

What's more, a cold handsome guy said "hmm" here, which made people's ears itchy.

Yan Yang touched his ears, looked at Han Yu's flushed face, and explained, "That's what the owner of the barbecue shop calls you."

He was eager to throw the blame away, and said shamelessly, "Actually, I don't think it's appropriate either."

Han Yu nodded, and said with a blushing handsome face expressionlessly, "You can call it whatever you want."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to be afraid that Yan Yang would really call him Xiao Yuyu because he had no bottom line, and he added quickly, "But Yuyu is usually called by the elders."

His pronunciation of the word Yuyu was vague, and Yan Yang was sure that he was embarrassed.

Being slapped by his father's subtle depression of letting the pigeons and getting rained, Yan Yang said in a good mood, "If you don't call me Yuyu, let's call it Han Han."

"Brother Han Han." Yan Yang shouted with a smile.

I have to say that although Yan Yang is good at everything, his ability to give people nicknames is really not good.

But the other party is Han Yu with a good temper, so he is very conniving to help Yan Yang achieve the achievement of being nicknamed and recognized by the parties.

"It's fine." Han Yu said reservedly.

Yan Yang laughed so hard that he couldn't help but said, "Why are you so honest."

Han Yu also had a smile on his expressionless face, and his speech was no longer so serious, "I'm dishonest."

"That's right," Yan Yang narrowed him deliberately, "you can still make jokes."

It was about his remarks to Yan Yangran.

Han Yu admitted it honestly, and begged Yan Yang in a low voice, "Baabaa, don't bother with me."

When he shouted baa-baa, his pronunciation was a little vague, as if it was on the tip of his tongue, but every word had a gentle force. Yan Yang quickly calmed down and stopped talking nonsense.

The thunderstorm was still going on outside, and Yan Yang had a strong desire to confide, "Actually, my parents divorced, and I'm a little sad."

His eyes are downcast and his face is expressionless, but he doesn't sound just "a little" sad.

Han Yu didn't want him to continue talking, so he took the initiative to say, "Let me tell you something about me, too."

Yan Yang wanted to say that you don't need it, but he also wanted to know more about Han Yu, so he nodded, "Yeah."

"My parents are not divorced, but my mother has already left." Han Yu's voice was calm, as if he was describing an incident that had nothing to do with him, "My father has a bad temper, likes to gamble, drinks heavily, and beats people when drunk. "

Yan Yang froze for a moment, looked at Han Yu and lost his voice for a moment.

Han Yu still had a calm expression, "He recently went on a long trip with someone, and he didn't know where he was going. Before he left, he took away my salary card for working in a barbecue restaurant."

Han Zhiyong reached an agreement with whoever he was, and went to the south with great fanfare to do some business. Of course, Han Yu knew that he was talking nonsense.

If the chess room here is still willing to let him in, he won't leave even if he is killed.

Han Yu deliberately stuffed the card in the cabinet, and even pasted a code strip on the card.

Of course, Han Yu didn't only have that card, but Han Zhiyong thought he was rich when he took the card.

Han Yu didn't think too much, when he released the card, he just thought that if Han Zhiyong wasn't here for a day, his life with his grandma would be easier.

Yan Yang didn't expect to hear him say these things, but he couldn't speak when he wanted to comfort him.

But Han Yu didn't want him to comfort him, he even smiled at Yan Yang after speaking.

"You..." Yan Yang paused before finishing his sentence, "Did your father often beat you before?"

Han Yu nodded, "I used to beat him when I was a child, and it was even harder when my mother left, but when I grew up, he stopped doing it."

When Han Yu said this, his tone was still calm, and his face showed no sadness or embarrassment, as if he was used to this kind of life.

The lines of his side face are still resolute, even if he is sitting in the dilapidated attic in the dilapidated neighborhood, he can't see the slightest bit of suffering he has suffered before.

Yan Yang moved a little, moved closer to him, and the shoulders of the two touched together, which was a comforting gesture.

"Actually, my mother wanted to leave a few times," Han Yu said softly, "but I kept crying, so she didn't give up."

Han Yu rarely described his mother, and Yan Yang could only piece together an image of a perennially forbearing woman who was always in tears from the pale and brief description.

Han Yu's mother came from an ordinary background, and her hometown should be a certain city in the south. When she was a teenager, she came here to work here, speaking not very fluent Mandarin, and met Han Yu's father.

She gave birth to Han Yu when she was less than 20 years old, and left when Han Yu was 6 years old.

"Before she left, the family had no money to pay the electricity bill. My dad watched TV and saw that the power was cut off halfway, so he threw the chair on her."

"When she left, I stood at the kitchen door and watched her," Han Yu said, "I didn't cry that time."

His voice was very soft, and he realized that he had talked too much, so he stopped, and then said to Yan Yang, "Sorry."

Because the window was closed all the time, the stuffy feeling gradually increased, and Yan Yang felt a little sore in his heart. He pulled his neckline unconsciously, and said to Han Yu, "Why do you have to apologize."

The one who should apologize is not Han Yu.

Then the two sat quietly for a while, Yan Yang stared at the rain hitting the window for a long time, and the image of the young Han Yu unconsciously appeared in front of his eyes.

Alcoholic and domestic violence father, weak and irresistible mother, endless quarrels and messes everywhere.

When his father beat his mother, Han Yu might be hiding in the attic, listening to the woman's cries and the man's scolding downstairs, or standing beside them, watching the man pulling the woman's hair in panic.

He took a step forward, and the man's slap fell on his face, and then the boy staggered, and struggled to get up from the dirty floor.

Later, the woman left, leaving only Han Yu.

Han Yu lightly said, "I won't do anything when I grow up," overshadowing all the grievances I have suffered over the years.

How can a person grow up all at once?

In fact, Han Yu was really not unhappy. On the contrary, after Han Zhiyong left, he felt much more relaxed, but because Yan Yang was by his side, he unconsciously said so much to him.

Maybe there were other thoughts in the words that couldn't be put on the table, but Yan Yang couldn't hear it, and Han Yu didn't dare to think about it.

"Hey," Yan Yang moved his knee suddenly and bumped into Han Yu, "Brother Han Han."

Han Yu looked down at the knees of the two together, and then turned his head to look at Yan Yang.

Yan Yang raised his eyebrows at him, and the end of his eyes raised again because of the smile, Han Yu also smiled, "Huh?"

Yan Yang waved at him with sly eyes, motioning him to approach.

Han Yu looked at Yan Yang, lowered his head and leaned his ears.

Yan Yang grabbed Han Yu's shoulders, pulled him closer, and said solemnly, "In the future, I won't let anyone bully you again."

There was a muffled thunder outside the window, and in the cramped attic, Han Yu heard his own flustered heartbeat.

Yan Yang is like a treasure intertwined with Han Yu in different time and space. Han Yu catches a glimpse of it by chance, but because he is in the mud, even spying is a mistake.

One day he had a stroke of luck, briefly, near his moon.