the moon in the attic

The rain still didn't seem to stop, and the two sat in the attic, listening to the sound of raindrops falling on the roof.

It was almost evening at this time, and the attic was sweltering. Yan Yang couldn't sit still. He glanced and saw a piggy bank in the shape of a golden pig placed on the innermost side of the table.

He pointed at the golden pig, "I had a piggy bank like that when I was a child."

Han Yu looked over, "I don't know where this came from, it was at my house when I remembered it."

Yan Yang propped his arms back, sat cross-legged casually, and asked Han Yu, "Have you saved any money?"

"Well," Han Yu nodded, "I saved it, but not much."

The little golden pig should be quite old. The four feet and the body have faded to varying degrees. It looks smaller than the same style of piggy banks on the market. Even if they are all full, there should not be too many money.

Yan Yang asked, "What did you want to save money for?"

Han Yu also looked at the golden pig, his eyes wandered a little, as if suddenly recalling some distant memories, he said, "The year my mother left, I started saving money."

Yan Yang didn't want to mention Han Yu's sad things again, so he changed the subject clumsily, "Are you going to make dinner for grandma?"

Han Yu saw Yan Yang's meaning, didn't say anything, looked at the time, "Are you going down with me, or waiting for me up there?"

Yan Yang sat up, "Let's go down together."

There was no light in the attic stairwell, because it was backlit and it was raining, Han Yu asked Yan Yang to walk behind him, and after going downstairs, Han Yu said, "Sit down for a while."

Yan Yang nodded, sat on the sofa without looking sideways, and heard Han Yu knock on the door of grandma's room.

They whispered something, after a while Han Yu came out and asked Yan Yang, "What do you want to eat?"

Yan Yang was indeed a little hungry, but he had caused trouble for a long time, and he was too embarrassed to speak again, so he just said, "I can do anything."

Han Yu's expression was a little weird, Yan Yang asked, "What's wrong?"

Han Yu smiled and said, "Nothing."

He just thought that Yan Yang's taste would be more picky, but after thinking about it, Yan Yang has always been so polite.

The window of the balcony was open, and the living room was blown in by the wind, which was much cooler than upstairs.

When Han Yu went to the kitchen to cook, Yan Yang sat on the sofa bored. After a while, there was movement from grandma's room. Yan Yang looked back and saw grandma walking out holding the door frame.

Yan Yang hurried over and helped the old lady to sit on the sofa.

The old lady smiled, patted Yan Yang's arm, and asked him in Mandarin with a slight accent, "How old are you?"

"17." Yan Yang replied.

"Oh," the old lady narrowed her eyes, "as big as Yuyu."

"Really," Yan Yang said, "Our class is basically the same year."

"What month is your birthday?" the old lady asked again.

"It's more than August," Yan Yang said, "just two months later."

"That's a few months younger than Yuyu," the old lady said and patted Yan Yang's hand again, "He was born in May."

Yan Yang glanced back at the kitchen, Han Yu was cutting vegetables with his head down, his shoulders and arms moved slightly during the movement, the old lady followed suit, and turned back to chat with Yan Yang, "Are you about the same height as Yu Yu?"

Yan Yang thought for a while, then said cautiously, "He is taller than me."

The old lady started laughing, and Yan Yang heard her say, "He was short when he was young, and he couldn't reach the stove even with a stool."

The kitchen stove is actually not high, and it can even be called short for the current Han Yu. He has to bend slightly when cutting vegetables.

Yan Yang thought about it for a while, and the little Han Yu moved the stool to the stove, and felt that the imagery was very strong.

The old lady didn't know what to think of, sighed, and said in a soft voice, "Yu Yu is all dragged down by me."

The old man was very talkative, and before Yan Yang could pick up his words, he continued, "I have always been sick, Yuyu has to go to school to earn money, and I have to get medicine for me."

She sighed, "At that time, he lived with his father, and he was often wronged."

Han Yu's grandma came after his mother left.

At that time, Han Zhiyong ran away from his wife, and his temper became even more irritable. The only punching bag was Han Yu. In the past, he only beat and scolded when he was drunk, but later it became as common as eating and drinking.

During that time, Han Zhiyong was away from home all day long. At first, some kind-hearted neighbors asked Han Yu to take care of the meal at home. Later, Han Zhiyong found out, because of his self-righteous face, he scolded him for meddling in his own business.

Their family's neighbors have long been defeated by Han Zhiyong, and there have been several times like this, and no one is called Han Yu anymore.

The old lady spoke very slowly, and sighed three times, "When his father is in a good mood, he will bring him some leftovers from the mahjong parlor. If he loses money, let alone bring food, it's fine if he doesn't beat and scold him."

Later, he couldn’t wait for Han Zhiyong to come back, so Han Yu learned to cook by himself. When he was a child, he was short and couldn’t reach the stove. Cooking a pot of dried noodles would scald his hands, but when Han Zhiyong found out, he was beaten again.

"When I came, his mother had been away for half a year." When she said this, she raised her hand to wipe her eyes, and Yan Yang took out a few pieces of paper and handed them over.

The skin on the hands of the old lady was very rough, and she held a piece of paper and pressed it on her eyes indiscriminately, and continued, "He was so young at that time, he ran down the stairs when he heard the sound, and he didn't know me when he saw me, so he just looked at me helplessly. .”

At that time, Han Yu hadn't seen grandma very much, and he didn't know who this little old lady with the burden was. He thought it was someone from the family asking for money again, so he was so frightened that he pretended to be calm.

The old lady put down her burden and stretched out her hand towards him, calling him, "Yuyu, I'm grandma."

Han Yu was still nailed to the spot, not moving.

Afraid of frightening him, the old lady dug out sesame seed cakes bought at the train station from her small bundle and handed them to him, "Have you eaten yet? Grandma has brought sesame seed cakes."

Just like that, Han Yu took a step forward and took the biscuits, but he didn't call anyone.

The biscuits were still hot, and Han Yu held them in both hands, not daring to eat them.

The old lady burst into tears, hugged him and rubbed his back a few times, scolding Han Zhiyong, "Your father is nothing."

Han Yu was hugged in his arms and wanted to break free, but for some reason he didn't move.

Han Yu's grandma just stayed like this, Han Zhiyong didn't beat her, but she couldn't speak nicely. When Han Yu's grandma was almost 40 years old when he was born, she was always rich and precious. She indulged in her childhood and cultivated such a personality .

"Later, I asked my neighbors and found some processing work." The old lady raised her hand and gestured on a piece of ground in front of the sofa.

Han Yu doesn't play with his classmates after school, but just sits in the living room and works with his grandma every day.

At that time, the labor price was extremely cheap, and the processing work done in a summer vacation could only be exchanged for a few tens of dollars, which was enough to support my grandparents and grandchildren.

She spoke very slowly, and occasionally she couldn't pronounce the words correctly. She stopped and said it again for fear that Yan Yang wouldn't understand. When she said something sad, she even wiped two tears.

Yan Yang's heart was full of mixed emotions, and he was overwhelmed with sadness. As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt that he saw Han Yu who was sitting on a small bench doing processing work.

He felt that he was like a certain decoration in the living room back then. He was present for all kinds of things back then, so the feeling was so deep.

Yan Yang took another piece of paper and handed it to grandma, "Don't cry, Han Yu should feel distressed when he sees it."

The old lady was also afraid that Han Yu would see it, so she wiped her eyes and stopped talking.

When Han Yufan cooked the meal and came to call them, the two of them didn't know what to say, the old lady was so teased that she flung herself back and forth, and Yan Yang was also laughing.

"What are you talking about?" Han Yu also smiled unconsciously.

Yan Yang stood up by himself first, and then helped the old lady up, "Grandma said that her back hurts these days, and I remembered a saying I read on the Internet before, saying that old people and children have no waist."

A few people walked to the dining table. There were three sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table. The bowls were filled with rice, there was also a plate of stir-fried lettuce, a plate of shredded pork with green peppers, and an egg drop soup.

Han Yu seemed a little embarrassed, "It's raining and I can't go out to buy food, and I don't have any food at home."

Yan Yang felt very appetizing, and told Han Yu, "It looks delicious."

Only then did Han Yu smile, and helped grandma to sit down. The few of them chatted one after another, but there was no leftovers.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening after eating and tidying up. The rain had no intention of stopping yet. Yan Yang thought about it and said to Han Yu, "Brother Han Han, do you have a raincoat?"

"No," Han Yu turned on the phone and glanced, "If you don't wait a little longer, it will stop at nine o'clock."

Yan Yang didn't intend to ride back in the rain at first, so he made a tentative test, and after hearing what Han Yu said, Shunpo went down, and went upstairs with Han Yu.

The room was still hot, Yan Yang saw a lot of textbooks and notebooks, and asked casually, "Can you keep up with the teacher in your class?"

The progress of the experimental class of No. [-] Middle School is fast, often the second round of review is over, and the ordinary class has only passed it once, but even so, there are still students who cannot keep up with the progress.

"I can keep up," Han Yu said, "Our class teacher wants to be solid in his lectures, so it won't be very fast."

After all, he couldn't go back for a while, so Yan Yang simply borrowed a book from Han Yu's desk to read. He pointed to a few extracurricular books on the desk, "Can I read it?"

"Yes." Han Yu said, and helped him take down the book, and knocked away a stack of documents on the corner of the table.

It was a stack of printed documents. When Yan Yang helped him pick them up, he found that they were the overall ranking report card of each monthly exam in the first year of senior high school.

Yan Yang folded it and handed it to Han Yu, "Why are you still keeping it?"

For a moment, the expression on Han Yu's face was a little unnatural, but the light was dim, and Yan Yang only felt that he was wrong.

Han Yu took the report card and put it aside, and said simply, "Incentives."

But when Yan Yang wanted to see Han Yu's grades again, he refused to show them anyway. Yan Yang only regarded his grades as mediocre, didn't want others to see them, and didn't bother him too much.

He lay down on the floor and opened the book Han Yu gave him.

Han Yu took a palm-sized desk lamp from the side of the pillow and put it on the ground, "It's too dark to hurt your eyes."

The shape of the little lamp is very strange, a white piggy shape, with two brown ears standing up, revealing a childishness everywhere.

Yan Yang couldn't help laughing at him, "You still have such a cute lamp."

Han Yu turned on the lamp, and immediately a ball of warm white light emanated from the desk lamp, illuminating a small piece of wooden floor.

"I bought it a long time ago," Han Yu didn't show any embarrassment, "I just took it with me."

Yan Yang stopped teasing him, and lay on the floor to read Han Yu's textbook. Han Yu sat and looked at him for a while, and then took out a few papers and lay down next to him to write by the light.

Han Yu was very serious about writing the questions, and Yan Yang was also concentrating on reading. After realizing that it was too late, the rain had not stopped.

Han Yu didn't speak at first, and after a while he asked cautiously, "Do you want to make do with me all night?"

In fact, Yan Yang didn't really want to go back. Hearing what he said now, he said very reservedly, "Then I will trouble you."

Han Yu's bed couldn't fit two people, Han Yu asked Yan Yang to sleep on the bed, but Yan Yang refused, and finally decided that both of them would sleep on the floor.

Han Yu took the mattress and quilt off the bed, shook them out and spread them on the floor, and asked Yan Yang, "Are you sleepy?"

He wasn't sleepy, but since Han Yu asked, he still said, "A little bit."

Han Yu took two pillows from nowhere, Yan Yang chose one at random, put it on the quilt and lay down.

Han Yu took a thin notebook from the table and handed it to Yan Yang, asking him, "Is it hot?"

Yan Yang took the notebook, slapped himself and Han Yu twice, and said with a smile, "It's okay."

Han Yu took another notebook, turned off the light, lay down next to him and fanned it slowly. He used so much force that Yan Yang could feel the wind sweeping down on his shoulders.

As soon as the lights were turned off, the sound of the rain hitting the roof became a bit noisy, and other senses were also evident.

There is a big barrel of toiletries in the bathroom of Han Yu’s house, the brand cannot be identified, and nearly half of it has been used. At first, Yan Yang didn’t know whether it was shower gel or shampoo, so he hesitated before daring to use it.

Now smelling the same smell on Han Yu's short hair, and realizing that he was right, he secretly felt relieved.

The two lay side by side on the floor, Yan Yang felt a little sleepy, and when he was about to go to sleep, Han Yu said to Yan Yang, "I'm sorry."

In Yan Yang's view, Han Yu has nothing to apologize for. Poverty is not a fault, and even if it is a fault, it should not be borne by Han Yu.

He was just staying at Han Yu's house, and he had no reason to accept his apology.

He didn't know how to tell Han Yu, so he just said, "Go to sleep."

After a while, Han Yu suddenly said in the dark, "Baa baa."

Yan Yang turned over and faced him, "What's wrong?"

The room was too dark, Han Yu's expression couldn't be seen clearly, Yan Yang heard him say in a low voice, "It's nothing, I'm calling you."

The sound of the rain hitting the roof was very noisy. Yan Yang tried to understand the meaning of this sentence, but for some reason, he couldn't calm down. He only felt that his heart was beating a little fast, so he closed his eyes and didn't say anything.

The sound of heartbeat mixed with the sound of rain hitting the roof rang in the attic chaotically, and Yan Yang fell asleep unconsciously.

There was no dream all night, and I only vaguely remembered that Han Yu fanned him all night with that old notebook full of formulas.