the moon in the attic

No matter how tortuous the process of generating an idea or how unrealistic the idea itself is, there will always be someone who wants to verify it.

Yan Yang didn't think about how low the probability of "it just so happens that Han Yu is gay, and this gay also likes him" was that he couldn't wait to act.

He has never been a timid person, and he can even be called bold in many cases. He spent a night making a fairly detailed exploration plan, thought about the feasibility, and decided to do it.

Because there was only half a box of Aunt Zhang's plaster left, Yan Yang studied the instructions for use and felt that half a box was not enough, so he went to the hospital the next day to prescribe a few more boxes, and planned to give them to Han Yu together.

On Monday morning, there was another chaos in the self-study class, and Gao Chen was full of tables again, and Ji Hao was crowded with people, Xing Yihua took advantage of his unique excellent position to play smart, "Contestants entering the inner circle remember to buy tickets here! "

As soon as he finished speaking, he was beaten up by a group of people laughing and laughing.

The autumn wind blew a few times, and it rained at some time last night, the ground was wet, and the temperature dropped.

The air conditioner in the class didn't seem so useless anymore, and even a few girls had already put on their autumn school uniform jackets. Yan Yang was afraid of the heat, so he still sat at the air outlet of the air conditioner.

Yan Yang propped his chin in a daze for a while, then picked up his mobile phone and started to execute the plan.

Yan Yang: "Brother Han Han, when will I give you the medicine?"

Yan Yang didn't receive the message from Han Yu until after the bell rang for the end of morning self-study.

Han Yu replied: "I didn't go to school today, it may take a few days before I return."

Yan Yang frowned, "Why didn't you come?"

Han Yu: "Grandma's sister is seriously ill. I will accompany her to visit and take a few days off."

Yan Yang was stunned for a moment, then slowly leaned back on the table, not knowing how to reply for a moment, he thought about it and asked, "How is grandma?"

"Fortunately," Han Yu said, "My aunt is over 80 years old, and her health has not been very good. She is mentally prepared."

Yan Yang considered his words and asked Han Yu, "How about you? Are you okay?"

Yan Yang guessed that Han Yu's aunt who was seriously ill should not be close to him, and probably hadn't met him very often.

Sure enough, Han Yu said, "I'm fine."

Han Yu: "Because she has to take a half-day bus and stay for a few days, I don't worry about her going there by herself."

Yan Yang didn't ask any more questions, but just said, "Then you are busy, I am going to class."

Han Yu didn't say when he would come back, and it's hard to say about this kind of thing. In fact, the elderly are seriously ill and often it's the last time.

Yan Yang put away the medicine that he was going to bring to Han Yu, and felt that he should take it home first, and it would take a few days for Han Yu to come back.

Just then, the phone vibrated again.

Han Yu, "Not busy."

Yan Yang paused when he put the phone back on the table.

Yan Yang: "?"

Han Yu: "I'm in the car right now, grandma is asleep, and I don't have anything to do."

Yan Yang pursed his lips, looked around like a thief, and replied, "Then what do you want to do?"

Han Yu: "I don't know."

Ordinary three words, because of the special object, Yan Yang could see some unnecessary ambiguity from it, he couldn't help picking the corner of his mouth.

Gao Chen just turned around, "What are you laughing at?"

Yan Yang raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips, smiled, turned out a paper on the table and handed it over to block Gao Chen's sight, "Don't worry about it."

Gao Chen exaggeratedly ouched, and leaned over mysteriously, lay half of his body on his desk, and asked in a low voice, "Is what Da Hua said true?"

Yan Yang frowned, "What is true?"

"Just pretend and you can," Gao Chen lay on the table, pointing to his mobile phone, "I saw you holding your mobile phone silly when I turned around, there must be something wrong."

Yan Yang put away his mobile phone, did not directly deny it, and responded vaguely, "Ah."

Gao Chen inquired again with great interest, "Who is that, do I know him?"

Yan Yang looked at Gao Chen's gossip face, and felt that it was better to reveal a little bit first, "We know each other."

"Which class?" Gao Chen asked immediately.

Yan Yang shook his head, and stopped talking in a very unscrupulous way to whet people's appetite, and said ambiguously, "I haven't got the score yet, I'm chasing."

"Damn, is it so hard to chase?" Gao Chen was shocked, "You can't even catch up?"

It's not that Yan Yang has so much experience in chasing people, it's really that this girl who has cheated on her appearance and has been chasing him since she was a child can make up a class. At first hearing that this person can't even chase Yan Yang, Gao Chen was really shocked.

Yan Yang thought about Han Yu's calm face, and felt that he really didn't look very easy to chase, so he nodded, "Maybe a little hard to chase."

The class representative just received their homework. Gao Chen found two papers and handed them over. When the person walked away, he became shocked again, "Does she not want to fall in love or doesn't like you?"

Yan Yang couldn't figure out Han Yu's thoughts. He hadn't started writing his horoscope yet, so the plan was put on hold, and he was feeling bored.

When Gao Chen asked, Yan Yang remembered that he hadn't seen Han Yu for several days, and the corners of his mouth drooped, "I don't know."

"Then you ask." Gao Chen couldn't help giving him advice, "If you ask, you will know?"

Although Gao Chen is usually unreliable, this idea unexpectedly suits Yan Yang's wishes. He thinks that he can really try it out first.

He pushed Gao Chen's shoulder to get him up from the table, "Okay, don't worry about it, there are so many problems."

Gao Chen quit, grabbed Yan Yang's desk and refused to get up, and was very reasonable, "If you also fall in love, then only Haohao and I will be left."

Yan Yang, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Gao Chen deliberately sold out, "Do you think Dahua is still playing with us now?"

Yan Yang thought, if Han Yu really caught up with him, maybe he really didn't want to play with Gao Chen anymore. Thinking of this, he unconsciously felt a little more affection for Gao Chen.

Gao Chen's eyes were full of horror, and he automatically distanced himself from Yan Yang, "What kind of eyes are you?"

Yan Yang narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Get lost."

As soon as the class bell rang, Gao Chen scolded him, turned back and pretended to work hard, Yan Yang unlocked the phone in the belly of the table and took a look, Han Yu sent him another message at some point.

Han Yu: "You go to class first, and we can talk when you have time."

Yan Yang replied with an emoji, and after locking the phone, he began to think about how to ask Han Yu about his attitude towards dating.

Han Yu's aunt was indeed seriously ill. The old lady had three brothers and sisters.

This time, Han Yu received a call from there, saying that he hadn't eaten for the past few days, and the old lady was impatient, so Han Yu asked for leave to accompany her there.

They sat on the bus all morning, and when they arrived at the station, their uncle's grandson Cheng Zhuo picked them up, and his aunt had already picked them up from the hospital. There were a lot of people in the family these days, so Cheng Zhuo made arrangements for them and went to entertain others.

Han Yu accompanied grandma to guard the patient all afternoon, and after dinner at night to see grandma fell asleep, he went back to the room by himself.

As soon as he packed it up, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Han Yu walked over and opened the door, stunned for a moment, and said politely, "Brother Cheng Zhuo."

The aunt's grandma's heirs are not prosperous, and many things are handled by Cheng Zhuo. He obviously hasn't had a good rest these days, his eyes are black and blue, and he smiled a little tiredly, "Can you come in?"

Han Yu turned to the side, Cheng Zhuo nodded and entered the room.

"It's nothing." Cheng Zhuo pulled a chair and sat down, "I want to talk to you for a while."

Cheng Zhuo is about ten years older than Han Yu, and the last time he met was when his uncle passed away, the two of them only met three or four times in total, so they were not familiar.

Although Han Yu didn't understand what he meant, he didn't show it and just nodded.

"How high are you this year?" Cheng Zhuo said quite tenderly.

"Second year in high school." Han Yu said.

"Is there any difficulty with tuition fees?" Cheng Zhuo's second question was not so warm.

Han Yu paused, and said honestly, "Not yet."

"I heard you've been working part-time?" Cheng Zhuo's questions became sharper and sharper, "Can you keep up with your studies?"

Han Yu frowned, still politely said, "It's okay."

Cheng Zhuo seemed to have noticed his expression, and smiled, "My friend and I opened an environmental protection company, and the income is not bad. Please leave me a phone number, and contact me in the future if you have difficulties."

Han Yu shook his head and refused, "No need."

Cheng Zhuo was very persistent, took his mobile phone without any explanation, and entered his mobile phone number, "I'm serious."

He handed the phone back to Han Yu, without deliberately ignoring the question that all relatives avoided, "Your grandma is getting old, and it is impossible to count on your father. You are only a sophomore in high school now, and you still have a few years to go to school. There are still many places to use money and people.”

Han Yu pursed his lips and asked, "Why?"

For everyone, Han Yu's grandfather and grandson are poor relatives with no prospects. The big guy is afraid of being bitten, and it's too late to hide, let alone take the initiative to help them.

It is true that Han Yu doesn't need help at the moment, but he will in the future, and no one wants to get too close to them, so Cheng Zhuo's behavior is particularly unreasonable.

"It's not for nothing," Cheng Zhuo stood up, "I just think you are in a difficult situation, and I want to help you."

Before Han Yu had time to say anything, Cheng Zhuo waved his hand casually, "Of course it doesn't matter that you are my younger brother, as long as we have a relationship like this, there is no brotherhood, so I will simply compare I like you."

Han Yu didn't know why he was taken in by this cousin who was three thousand miles away. Anyway, he didn't have anything for him to help, so he said "um" to show that he knew.

"Okay, I'm leaving," Cheng Zhuo said as he walked towards the door, "Of course, it's also possible that you will be very promising in the future, and you won't need me in this life, maybe I will have to hug your thigh in the future."

Only now did Han Yu take another look at this cousin, Cheng Zhuo was handsome, if he could talk less, he should be more likable.

Han Yu opened the door for him, "Yes."

Cheng Zhuo stepped out with one foot, and said as if he just remembered something, "You have new messages on your phone, I saw it by accident."

Han Yu nodded indifferently, "Yes."

He didn't say a few words in total, except for "um", which was just jumping out. Cheng Zhuo couldn't help teasing him, "Is that your girlfriend? I'm asking what are you doing, Chagang?"

Han Yu's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Cheng Zhuo impatiently. Before he could speak, Cheng Zhuo said again, "Do all girls like boring gourds now?"

"No." Han Yu denied.

Facts have proved that the stinky problem of not speaking clearly should not be tolerated from the very beginning. He originally meant to say "not a girlfriend", but Cheng Zhuo misunderstood the meaning.

Cheng Zhuo was a little surprised, lowered his voice, "Boyfriend?"

Han Yu's heart tightened, and he spoke quickly, "It's not a boyfriend."

Cheng Zhuo leaned casually against the door frame, squinted his eyes and smiled, "I haven't said who sent you the message."

Han Yu's face darkened, and he was about to be kicked out by pushing him.

He didn't show some childishness of a teenager until now, Cheng Zhuo smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay to smile more, don't talk so little."

Han Yu replied, "You talk a lot."

"So I have a partner," Cheng Zhuo said, moving a little closer to Han Yu, "a man."

Han Yu's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he looked at him almost helplessly, as if his secret had been exposed by someone, he was both nervous and ashamed.

Cheng Zhuo said generously, "There is nothing to hide, liking someone is not liking."

He raised his chin towards the place where Han Yu put his phone, and asked without any malice, "Like him?"

This Han Yu couldn't deny it, so he lowered his head and didn't speak.

Cheng Zhuo sighed, "With your character, can you catch up with someone?"

Han Yu said, "I don't want to chase after you."

"Why?" Cheng Zhuo asked.

How did Han Yu push Cheng Zhuo out just now, and how did he pull him back? He closed the door, walked to the bed and sat down, "Tell me about it."

Cheng Zhuo sat back on the chair again, "Say what?"

"You and you..." Han Yu paused, leaving Cheng Zhuo with a flushed profile, "...boyfriend, why are you together?"

Cheng Zhuo leaned back on the back of the chair, seemed to recall it for a while, and then couldn't help laughing, "We, it's an accident."

Han Yu looked up at him and asked with his eyes.

Cheng Zhuo put his arm on the table, propped it up against his forehead, and said casually, "It's not suitable for children, you'd better stop listening."

Han Yu's face darkened, knowing that he couldn't get anything out of him, so he stopped talking.

In fact, even if he could find out anything, Cheng Zhuo's love experience could not provide a reference for Han Yu.

Uncle and grandpa's children are all promising, and Cheng Zhuo has no worries about food and clothing since he was a child. He grew up in the hands of many people, which is completely different from Han Yu.

Seeing that Han Yu was silent, Cheng Zhuo guessed to himself, "Don't dare to chase?"

After a while, Han Yu nodded resignedly.

Cheng Zhuo put down the hand supporting his head, tapped his fingers on the table lightly, and asked another very sharp question, "Do you think you are not good enough for him?"

Han Yu didn't find this question offensive, and said seriously, "Yes."

It was rare for him to take the initiative, and whispered, "He is very nice."

Cheng Zhuo paused when he knocked on the table, and asked him, "Do you know what he thinks?"

This really stopped Han Yu from asking. He hesitated for a moment, but he still said with certainty, "Take me as a friend."

Cheng Zhuo seemed to have heard some joke. He leaned on the back of his chair and smiled for a long time. He picked up his mobile phone and turned on the screen to show Han Yu, "Brother, it's almost twelve o'clock. It's really boring. I'll ask another friend in the middle of the night. What is a boy doing?"

Han Yu subconsciously argued, "He knows that his aunt is ill, so please take care of me."

"Put it down," Cheng Zhuo said softly, "Normal social relationship, knowing that someone has an elderly person who is seriously ill, you shouldn't come to care after eleven o'clock at night, and they are asking what you are doing."

Han Yu said, "There may be something wrong."

Cheng Zhuo took the phone and handed it to him, "Then you ask him, 'What's the matter'?"

Han Yu took the phone and typed a few words to send before realizing why he followed Cheng Zhuo's train of thought.

He put down his phone, "It's pointless."

"Why is it meaningless?" Cheng Zhuo took advantage of his inattention, took his mobile phone and sent his edited words, "Try it and you'll know."

Han Yu couldn't stop him, and was a little annoyed, but for some reason, he also nervously and secretly looked forward to it.

Yan Yang didn't reply right away, Cheng Zhuo asked Han Yu, "Why don't you chase him? Why aren't you worthy of him?"

Han Yu said frankly, "He is in very good condition, good-looking, and good-natured. I can't figure out a bunch of bad things on my side. There is... too much difference between us."

If Yan Yang heard Han Yu's words, he might be so shocked that he couldn't breathe. After all, it was inconceivable that such words of inferiority came out of Han Yu's mouth.

But the fact is that Han Yu has extremely low self-esteem in any matter related to Yan Yang.

Cheng Zhuo's expression also became serious, and he said to Han Yu, "These are indeed things you should consider, but you only have one teenager, and he only has one."

"There is a lot of difference between you, but it won't be that far forever," Cheng Zhuo asked, "Do you have no confidence in yourself, or in him?"

At this moment, Han Yu's cell phone rang.

Han Yu immediately turned his head to look, Cheng Zhuo turned on the screen, and it was Yan Yang who replied to him.

Baa-baa: "I can't find you if I have nothing to do?"

Cheng Zhuo smiled and handed the phone back to him, "Brother, don't take some things for granted."

After he finished speaking, Han Yu, who was full of panic, left behind. Han Yu was holding his mobile phone, and there was no movement for a long time.

Every word of Cheng Zhuo hit his heart, and he felt that a tsunami was brewing in his body, which would wash away all his worries.

He forgot Han Zhiyong at this moment, he forgot the sultry attic in Fenghua, he forgot the feeling of anxiety and anticipation that Yan Yang would talk to him every day, all that remained was just a thought.

He thought, I don't care about anything, so what if I just fall in love with the person I like.

The tsunami in Han Yu's heart flooded his body, completely drowning out his self-righteous rationality. He took the phone unconsciously, and typed text in the input box boldly.

Han Yu: "My network is not good here, can you give me your phone number?"