the moon in the attic

Yan Yang was lying on the bed doing questions when he received the news, and sat up instantly when he saw the news.

He stared at the chat box in disbelief, thinking he must be crazy.

Han Yu just asked him for a phone number, but his heartbeat speeded up shamelessly as if he had heard some great love story.

He entered his mobile phone number into the chat box, and clicked delete when he was about to send it.

Yan Yang couldn't help wanting to tease him a few more words, and asked deliberately, "Do you want to call me now?"

Han Yu: "Can you?"

Yan Yang's heart was beating wildly, and he said it was all right, but he still pretended to be reserved and replied, "Yeah."

He sent his mobile phone number to Han Yu, and while nervously waiting for Han Yu to call him, he checked whether his number was sent incorrectly. After checking, Han Yu called.

Yan Yang counted the vibrations, and at the third sound, he pretended not to rush to answer the phone, "Hello?"

"Baa baa?" Han Yu's voice came over the phone, with some texture unique to electronic communication.

"En." Yan Yang cleared his throat and responded.

When I really picked up the phone, I was not so nervous anymore, but I was a little at a loss as to what to say. I wanted to say everything, but I was afraid that I would say too much.

Han Yu took the initiative to say, "I have nothing to do. The Internet here is not good, and the news can't be sent out for a long time."

Yan Yang only thinks that Han Yu's aunt's house is not in good condition, maybe in some distant mountain, "Then call."

Han Yu asked, "Are you ready to sleep?"

In fact, Han Yu replied a little late today, and Yan Yang was already sleepy when chatting with him, but he still said against his will, "Not yet."

"It's fine if you don't disturb your rest." Han Yu said in a businesslike tone.

Yan Yang thought he was so funny, so he couldn't help laughing. After laughing, he started teasing him again, "But I'm going to sleep now."

"Then you..." Han Yu hesitated and said honestly without teasing, "Then you go to sleep, I'll..."

"Just kidding you," Yan Yang interrupted him, "you're not sleepy yet."

"Hmm." Han Yu replied.

I don't know if it's because of the first phone call. Both of them seemed to have nothing to say. After a while of silence, Yan Yang asked Han Yu, "How many days have you asked for leave?"

"I invited you for three days first," Han Yu said, "but it may take a few more days."

"You..." Yan Yang thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "Do you need me to help you memorize the homework of your class?"

After he finished speaking, he added in a pretentious manner, "The monthly exam is next week, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up."

Han Yu paused on the other end of the phone for a while before saying, "Will it be too much trouble for you?"

Yan Yang paused, and immediately said, "Of course not."

Han Yu said, "Thank you so much."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Yan Yang always felt that when Han Yu called baa-baa, the tone of his voice was not the same as his usual speech. It may be the reason for these two words. Every time he heard it, his ears felt itchy.

He lay half on the bed and called Han Yu, "Brother Han Han, why on earth are you calling me baa?"

Yan Yang asked this question once before the two of them knew each other well. At that time, Han Yu gave a perfunctory answer. He told Yan Yang, "Because you are very white."

Of course Yan Yang didn't fully believe it, but Han Yu was thin-skinned, and he might be embarrassed to ask further, so Yan Yang let him go with a good word.

This time, Han Yu was silent for a while, and said to Yan Yang, "When the first year of high school starts, you will do the report, and I will be the recorder."

This made Yan Yang stunned for a moment, and he stammered, "Ah? I...why don't I have any impression?"

Han Yu laughed in a low voice, "You were sleeping all the time, maybe no one remembered it."

Yan Yang was a little embarrassed and regretful, he asked, "And then?"

"The name list is wrongly printed." Han Yu said.

It was impossible to rehearse the opening ceremony in advance. We only sent a list of leaders and students who were going to be on stage to a few student staff, but the first copy at that time was indeed printed wrong.

Han Yu still remembered that when he first got the name list, another recorder was surprised, "Huh? Why did someone name 'Yan Yang' like that?"

"The registration is wrong," a girl in charge of printing came over and said with a smile, "Yan Yang, haven't you heard of it?"

"No," said the man.

"He came straight up from the junior high school," said the girl. "He is very good-looking and popular, and there are many people chasing him in junior high school."

The middle and high schools of the third middle school are not in the same campus. A considerable number of people in the high school are directly promoted from the junior high school. However, the high school is too big, and more students from other schools are admitted, so most of them have never heard of each other. .

Han Yu's junior high school is not in No. [-] Middle School, and he has never heard of this famous-sounding "Yan Yang".

"Study is also very good," the girl continued. "When we were in junior high school, the rankings were public. At that time, the honor list was full of his photos."

"That's right," the person who asked the question at the beginning responded, "If you don't study well, you probably won't be able to be a freshman representative."

In the first half of senior year of No. 5.00 Middle School, there is no division of arts and sciences, and the rankings are not public. There are only personal rankings and ranking intervals. The ranking intervals are every five percentiles. For example, Han Yu, who was ranked third in the grade when he entered school, ranked within the top [-]%.

Han Yu hasn't paid attention to who else is in the top 5.00%, so he doesn't know if "Yan Yang" is in this 5.00%, but now it seems that he should be there.

After the ceremony started, the girls quieted down and returned to their positions.

After the leader of the Education Bureau finished his speech, the school leader spoke for a long time, followed by a speech by the outstanding seniors and sisters who graduated in previous years. When Han Yuzheng felt bored, the host said, "Welcome the student representative 'Yan Yang'."

As soon as Han Yu raised his head, he saw a tall and thin boy walking straight up to the stage. His back was a little thin, and his slightly loose school uniform swayed twice as he walked up the steps. Han Yu looked up and saw a dazzling white nape of neck.

After taking the stage, Yan Yang turned around calmly, and the next second, a clear voice sounded in the auditorium, "Hello everyone, I am Yan Yang, the student representative."

The opening ceremony was held in the afternoon, and the auditorium was well-lit. There was a window facing Yan Yang's side. He seemed to be dazzled by the light and tilted his head slightly.

Under such circumstances, Han Yu could see his face clearly.

The recorders sat very close to the front, so Han Yu could clearly see Yan Yang's slightly raised eye corners, light lip color, and dark brown eyes.

His hair was a little disheveled, and the side light hit it just right to add a sense of elegance to the hair, and Han Yu's hand holding the pen stopped suddenly.

He has read the speech of 'Yan Yang' several times, so he knows that Yan Yang missed a lot of words in his speech.

However, Yan Yang's speech was still very good. When everyone applauded, Han Yu came back to his senses and realized that he hadn't remembered anything.

After the speech, Yan Yang didn't know where he went. Han Yu stopped the girl who knew Yan Yang before he came back to take a group photo.

"Which yang is Yan Yang?" Han Yu asked.

"The poplar of the poplar tree," said the man.

Han Yu said thank you, and since then, high school life has added an unspeakable secret.

That summer he met Yan Yang many times. Yan Yang walked lazily, cycled, ate, and squatted on the side of the road to feed the stray cats in the school.

It's really like a clean, soft lamb, which makes people want to get close, but worried about scaring it away.

Han Yu self-assessed to rationalize the oolong incident of typing the wrong name, and secretly yelled at him.

But Yan Yang didn't know what he was thinking. When he heard that someone had typed his name wrong, he couldn't help laughing and asked, "Then you really believe it?"

I don't believe it, Han Yu said in his heart.

But he told Yan Yang, "Well, I really believed it at the time."

Yan Yang started laughing at him again, because the laugh was too presumptuous, and his voice was intermittent, Han Yu heard him say, "Brother Han Han, you are so cute."

Han Yu pursed his lips, listening to Yan Yang laughing at him on the phone, and thinking of what Cheng Zhuo said to him, couldn't help but call him, "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Yan Yang quickly calmed down, "Huh?"

Han Yu was impulsive and wanted to ask Yan Yang what he thought of him, but before he could speak, he changed, "Next time I have something to do, can I call you directly?"

Although it's not very clever to change the topic, it's much better than expressing your intentions impulsively.

Yan Yang was silent for a while, just when Han Yu thought he couldn't hear his answer, he called softly, "Brother Han Han."

Han Yu, "Huh?"

Yan Yang said, "You can call me if you have nothing to do."