the moon in the attic

Class [-] and [-] of senior high school is recognized as the "worst experimental class" by the teachers in the whole school. Among the worst group of people, Gao Chen and Xing Yihua are notoriously thorny.

Yan Yang pretends to be addicted to coercion. On the surface, of course, he doesn't join them, but behind the scenes, he also does bad things.

Three people walk together, it will be a disaster, but the teacher's wish is not fulfilled, and the three of them are divided into the same class in the second year of high school. It just so happens that they are still in the third class.

The weather in September was scorching hot, and just after the summer vacation, he was forcibly locked in the classroom, and his soul hadn’t recovered yet. In two consecutive Chinese lessons in the morning, Yan Yang fell asleep on the table without drawing the last full stop in his composition. Personnel.

The classroom was as noisy as a freshly opened vegetable market, Gao Chen was full of energy, went around a few acquaintances' classes, and came back tired and stern.

"Master!" Gao Chen waved his arm, and rested his chin on Yan Yang's desk, "What did you do last night? You're so sleepy."

It is hot time, and the air conditioner in the classroom is old, and it is useless to turn it on.

Even if the person does not move for a moment, every pore on the whole body radiates heat. Gao Chen made such a fuss, blowing away the little cold air that Yan Yang had managed to gather in front of him.

Yan Yang was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, and he was afraid of heat, so he pushed his face grumpily, "Get out."

"Many people in the class have never met before," Gao Chen muttered in a low voice, "There are too many people who have changed classes this time."

Yan Yang ignored him, and he was not discouraged. He pushed Yan Yang's table, "Let's go out for dinner tonight, to celebrate that we can still share together during such a tragic purge."

Xing Yihua sat not far from them, and his ears were listening to the movement here. As soon as Gao Chen said that he was going out for dinner, he immediately ran over, "What do you want to eat?"

"Can you have something else in your mind?" Gao Chen still has the face to say to others, "you know how to eat every day."

"There's something else," Xing Yihua smiled, and patted his chest tirelessly, "There's Xiao Qing'er here."

Yan Yang didn't sleep well last night, and now he was trying to catch up on sleep, the two of them talked to each other, like a bird just out of the nest, making his eardrums buzz.

He kicked the corner of the table unhappily, "You two can go somewhere else and talk about it."

Gao Chen smiled, "No, I have to guard you."

Yan Yang frowned, grabbed his school uniform collar with lightning speed, and woke up most of the time, "I'm your father? You can't leave me so much?"

Xing Yihua followed suit, not forgetting to take advantage, "My dear nephew, call me uncle."

The three of them made a fuss, Gao Chen was pulled so that he couldn't stand still, and was about to prop up the table when he heard a bang from the front, as if something had fallen to the ground.

The classroom was quiet for a moment, and someone yelled, "Hey! Here's another one!"

The classroom exploded in an instant, and Yan Yang quickly ran to the front as soon as he let go of Gao Chen's collar.

Xing Yihua followed closely, and recognized that the person lying on the ground was his new tablemate Ji Hao.

Ji Hao is different from the generally noisy personality of this age. He is quiet and doesn't talk much, but he loves to laugh. Xing Yihua likes him very much.

During the lecture in the morning, Xing Yihua's papers were put in some book, so I read them together with him.

The incident happened suddenly, and most of the people in the class didn't react. Xing Yihua glanced at Ji Hao who was lying on the ground, and asked dryly, "Heat stroke?"

He called Ji Hao. Ji Hao's face was pale, his lips were purple, and he didn't respond at all. It didn't look like he was suffering from heat stroke.

Xing Yihua and Yan Yang looked at each other, opened the door and ran out, half of the corridor was filled with his voice calling teacher.

Someone in the class knew Ji Hao and shouted, "Ji Hao seems to have a heart attack!"

Yan Yang's heart sank, and he dozed off and ran away.

He rushed over and half-kneeled on the ground and supported Ji Hao's shoulders to make him lie down. Gao Chen reacted and shouted at the crowd, "Stand back first, don't surround yourself!"

A group of people retreated like bees, and some of them moved quickly, and they had already called for emergency services.

Yan Yang has learned a lot of first aid knowledge, he judged Ji Hao's situation, half kneeled on the ground and raced against time to give Ji Hao CPR.

The classroom was in a mess, and there were some people who didn't know which class was watching the situation, blocking the door and window sills and whispering.

Yan Yang gritted his teeth, and while his subordinates pressed regularly, he muttered in his heart, "Don't die, don't die, don't die."

Gao Chen has been watching him from the side, knowing that Yan Yang is anxious, so he comforted him ineffectively, "Master, it's all right, it's definitely all right."

Ji Hao's seat was close to the door of the classroom, just as Xing Yihua left the door open when he left, the hot air rushed towards him.

Ghost Weather is committed to killing people from heat, Yan Yang did CPR for more than two minutes, but Ji Hao didn't respond at all.

Before Xing Yuhua came back, Yan Yang raised his head and glanced at the door of the classroom. Sweat slid down his brow bone into his eyes, and he was so painful that he couldn't open his eyes.

He squinted his eyes, lowered his head and endured the pain and continued. There was a sudden commotion at the door, and within a few seconds, someone walked up to him and knelt down, and said to him, "Change."

Yan Yang lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly. He only saw a pair of old but clean white canvas shoes.

He reacted quickly, knowing that he was about to run out of energy, he moved to the side to make room for the ground, and the canvas shoes immediately half-kneeled on the ground and took over from him.

Gao Chen was still in shock. Seeing Yan Yang stop, he quickly took a piece of paper from someone's desk and handed it to Yan Yang, "Wipe your sweat."

Yan Yang took the paper and wiped it, fixed his eyes on Ji Hao lying on the ground, and didn't speak for a while.

Gao Chen came over, found a thinner notebook to fan Yan Yang, patted his back, and repeated, "It's okay, it's okay."

Yan Yang sat on the ground for a while, then commanded Gao Chen weakly, "Close the door, all the air-conditioning will go away."

Gao Chen responded and walked over to close the door.

Yan Yang eased off the pain in his eyes, and then turned his head to look at the person kneeling on the ground doing CPR for Ji Hao.

This person is very thin, even if he is kneeling, he can tell that he is tall, and his side face has clear lines. Because of the force, his lips are slightly pursed, and he looks bloodless.

His stamina was obviously better than Yan Yang's, but because he had just run over from outside and hadn't stopped, his forehead began to sweat, and beads of sweat rolled down the side of his face.

Yan Yang took a look and asked Gao Chen, "Where did you get the paper?"

Gao Chen just picked it up casually, not knowing where he got it from. A girl came out from the crowd and handed Yan Yang a pack of papers, "Use mine."

Yan Yang didn't know her, so he took the paper and said, "Thank you."

I didn't feel much about not using my hands just now, but now holding a pack of paper, Yan Yang felt that his wrists were so sore that he didn't even feel like his own.

He moved quietly a few times, took out two pieces of paper, hesitated for a moment, and pressed it directly on the forehead of the canvas shoe.

The canvas shoes didn't pause for a moment, and even moved his head, rubbing the sweat on the other half of Yan Yang's forehead that Yan Yang didn't take care of, onto the paper.

"Thank you." I don't know if it's because it's too hot and lacks water, but his voice is a little hoarse, and the tone is also deep.

On the contrary, Yan Yang was a little uncomfortable. He withdrew his hand, changed two more pieces of paper, rubbed them on the chin of the canvas shoes, "change me when you are tired."

The canvas shoes gave an "um" and didn't speak again.

The school uniforms of No. [-] Middle School are only purchased uniformly when they enter the first year of high school, but the boys and girls at this age are drawing strips, and they usually choose two sizes up directly, so it is difficult to find ones that fit right.

The canvas shoes were either bought at the wrong date or they grew too fast, and the summer school uniform fit him very well.

His complexion is very fair, so the blue veins on the arms and the back of the hands are a bit scary.

Yan Yang couldn't use his wrists, and because he was flustered, when he wiped his sweat several times, he directly rubbed his forehead and neck.

The two cooperated tacitly, and after a while, someone yelled, "It's moving!"

The canvas shoes paused, and Yan Yang immediately knelt down on Ji Hao's chest and listened to his heartbeat.

Heartbeat resumed.

Yan Yang lost all his strength, sat on the ground for a while, and then stood up while supporting the table.

When Xing Yihua came with the teacher from the infirmary, Ji Hao's heartbeat and breathing had recovered, but he was not fully awake yet.

Seeing the teacher in the infirmary put Ji Hao down, Yan Yang breathed a sigh of relief. When he turned his head, he saw that the canvas shoes were sitting on the ground panting.

The sweat on his chin slid down and dripped to the floor, Yan Yang returned to the back of the classroom, took an unopened bottle of water from his desk and handed it over, "Drink some water."

The canvas shoe looked up at him, took the water, because the wrist was sore and weak, the water bottle sank, and then stabilized quickly.

His fingers are long, with well-defined joints. They are not very delicate, but they are not ugly. After drinking most of the bottle with water, he nodded to Yan Yang, "Thank you."

It wasn't until now that Yan Yang had the heart to take a closer look, this is a very good-looking person.

He looks tough, with three-dimensional features. He looks a little fierce when he is not smiling, and he is not even easy to provoke, with the stubborn aura unique to young people.

Yan Yang looked at him for a while, and then looked outside the classroom. There was no one in the corridor, so he reached out to him, "Class is on, what class are you in?"

"Class [-]," the canvas shoe grabbed Yan Yang's hand, stood up vigorously, and added, "Han Yu."

"Yan Yang." Yan Yang introduced himself.

Han Yu nodded and said, "I know."

Yan Yang was stunned for a moment, and quickly recalled his usual actions. Although he didn't do any brilliant good things, he didn't go out of his way.

Before he could figure it out, Han Yu explained, "During the first year of high school, I was the freshman representative."

Yan Yang remembered that when he entered the freshman year of high school, he had indeed memorized a few manuscripts in the report hall as a freshman representative, and because he didn't pay too much attention, he memorized a few lines.

Han Yu took the water Yan Yang gave him again, and drank it in a few sips, "I'm Ji Hao's friend, thank you today."

Because of drinking water, his voice is not so hoarse, but it is still a little deep.

"Ah," Yan Yang felt embarrassed, "it should."

Han Yu took the half-bottle of water and walked out. Halfway through the walk, he turned his head to look at Yan Yang, and raised the bottle in his hand to him, "Give it back to you in the afternoon."

It was just a bottle of water, Yan Yang didn't intend to ask him to return it, but before he had time to say anything, Han Yu opened the door and went out.

Class [-] was downstairs from Class [-]. Yan Yang watched Han Yu go down the stairs through the window, and looked away.

It had been 15 minutes since the class bell rang, and after everyone in the class sat down, someone said under his breath, "Damn it, I was scared to death."

This voice immediately caused another stir in the class.

Yan Yang didn't want to participate in the discussion, but it was inevitable that he had listened.

"Ji Hao was in the second class in the first year of high school. I heard from my classmates that he was not in good health at that time." Someone said so.

"What's going on?" Someone asked a gossip.

"Could it be that it's too hot," the man answered, "or it's because you haven't had a good rest?"

The third and fourth classes were the double-row classes of Feng Yujie, the head teacher. He followed the ambulance to the hospital, and in the last two classes, he had self-study.

Seeing that the class was getting more and more chaotic, two class cadres from the original third class sat on the podium to observe discipline, and the voice in the classroom became quieter.

Yan Yang took out a few physics papers from the desk bucket, and wrote a few questions absent-mindedly. Gao Chen turned his head and called him in a low voice, looking very worried.

Yan Yang glanced at him, said "It's okay", and continued to stare at the face-to-face paper. The last few big questions were confused, and he lost the desire to study.

Feng Yujie didn't come back from school until noon, the atmosphere in the class was tense, Gao Chen and Yan Yang walked towards the cafeteria, and didn't talk much along the way.

The school is the place where gossip spreads the fastest, and the cafeteria and playground are the best places to spread gossip.

The weather was too hot, so I didn't have any appetite. Yan Yang went to the cafeteria and couldn't eat. Even Gao Chen, who has a good appetite all year round, only ate half a bowl.

Several juniors sitting at the table next to them discussed in a low voice, "What happened to the sophomore who took that guy away, did he die?"

Yan Yang was completely lost in the mood to eat, and before he could put down his chopsticks, Gao Chen knocked on their table in a serious voice, "Brother, isn't it a bit uneducated to curse people behind your back?"

A few high school students were blocked for a sentence, knowing that they were wrong, so they stopped talking.

Yan Yang had a headache, sighed, and took out a small plastic bottle of anti-heat stroke medicine from his pocket.

The brown liquid swayed, Yan Yang opened his mouth, squeezed the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

Huoxiangzhengqi water was half poured, when Gao Chen suddenly touched his arm, he almost choked, and before he could make a sound, he saw Han Yu standing in front of his desk.

Holding the dinner plate, Han Yu looked at Gao Chen and asked Yan Yang, "Can I sit here?"

Yan Yang swallowed Huoxiang Zhengqi water, and was about to say yes, when the smell of medicine rushed up, he coughed earth-shatteringly before opening his mouth.

Han Yu seemed to be stunned, and held the dinner plate without moving for a while.

Yan Yang coughed a lot, and all the tables around him were watching him.

At any rate, he has been following the low-key and pretentious route. Under the gaze of so many people, Young Master Yan Yang lived up to expectations and blushed.

Han Yu didn't sit or walk with the dinner plate in his hand, he could only keep staring at Yan Yang.

Gao Chen laughed until his eyes disappeared. Seeing that Han Yu was still standing, he quickly greeted him, "Sit down quickly."

Han Yu sat across from Yan Yang, and when Yan Yang stopped coughing, he handed him a bottle of water.

Yan Yang took the water and turned it on, took a sip, took a breath, and asked jokingly, "Did you return the water for me?"

Unexpectedly, Han Yu nodded seriously, "Yeah."

It seemed that he really just came to pay back the water, and he didn't intend to have any other relationship with Yan Yang other than paying back the water. After he finished speaking, he didn't look at Yan Yang again, and just bowed his head and ate in silence.

Yan Yang's joke didn't get a response, and he had already drank the water, so he felt a little embarrassed after knowing it.

He wanted to say something more, but Han Yu seemed to have no intention of continuing, so he didn't know what to do for a while.

He threw the bottle of Huoxiangzhengqi water into the trash can beside the table. For some reason, he turned his gaze away and saw Han Yu's very old pair of canvas shoes again.