the moon in the attic

On the weekend, Yan Yang went to Han Yu's attic again.

They were inattentive in their "homework", and they were passionately in love. They looked at each other with blushing faces, and then kissed again.

Han Yu only had one stool, and the table was small, so the two of them couldn't use it together. Yan Yang sat on the floor with his back against the table, and couldn't hold back his thoughts, "Brother Han Han."

Han Yu turned his head, "What's wrong?"

Yan Yang tapped Han Yu's leg with his foot, "Your legs are so long."

Han Yu faced him cross-legged, and said, "Your legs are long too."

They haven't changed their clothes since they came back. Han Yu is still wearing blue and white school uniform pants. The pants are baggy. With his cross-legged movements, his knees protrude, and he can vaguely see the shape of his thin legs.

Yan Yang raised his foot again and stepped on Han Yu's knee, "You straighten, I will compare with you."

Han Yu sat close to him, and when he heard this, he sat back a little, straightened his legs, and said in a good-tempered manner, "Let's compare."

Yan Yang straightened the leg that stepped on Han Yu just now, and leaned over to compare with Han Yu.

The outside of his thigh was close to the inside of Han Yu's thigh, which was an overly ambiguous posture, but there was no turning back when he opened the bow, and the leg was not easy to retract, so he had to say hastily, "Your long."

After he finished speaking, he was about to retract his leg, but his foot rubbed somewhere on Han Yu, and both of them froze.

Yan Yang stood on the spot dumbfounded, his eyes uncontrollably glanced at Han Yu's crotch.

Yan Yang's foot was still standing there, and he didn't take it back. The two looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.

Han Yu was stunned for a while, grabbed Yan Yang's ankle and tried to move his leg away, pretending to be nonchalant, "It should be the same length."

Yan Yang wanted to say something else, but the sense of presence just now was too strong, and he failed to change the subject, so he simply asked directly, "Brother Han Han, are you a little angry?"

Han Yu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, his ears and neck were flushed with blood.

Yan Yang liked to see his helpless and annoyed expression, and stepped on his foot hard again, "Speak."

Han Yu snorted, looked up at Yan Yang, quickly lowered his head, and said softly, "You're too close."

This is probably what Yan Yang likes most about him. He never beat around the bush or make excuses, but because the two are in a relationship, being too straightforward can make people feel itchy.

All the annoyance on Han Yu's face had receded, and he returned to Yan Yang's familiar expressionless face, only the red on his ears was still eye-catching.

After finally finding a completely secret space for him to stay with Han Yu, Yan Yang naturally would not let him go.

He knowingly asked, "Where am I close to you? We are so far away, I can't even reach you if I want to kiss you."

Han Yu looked at him for a while, then moved towards him like this, and leaned against the desk with him, expressing with actions, "Now you can kiss me enough."

Yan Yang was relentless again, "Why don't you talk again?"

The second point that Yan Yang likes Han Yu so much is probably that he doesn't know what to say most of the time, but as long as Yan Yang speaks, he will definitely say it.

"I can't control my reaction," Han Yu said.

Yan Yang blinked, raised his hand and pressed his heart, thinking that there is a reason for Han Yu not to speak, and Yan Yang couldn't bear such words when he opened his mouth, no matter how strong his heart was.

He couldn't hold back immediately, and turned his head to hit Han Yu's lips.

Han Yu kissed him back, put one hand on his shoulder and the other around his waist, and couldn't help but touch his side waist when he was emotional, Yan Yang trembled in reflex.

When people at this age fall in love, their desires swell and they don't know how to restrain them. As soon as their lips touch, the current will flow down.

Yan Yang was silent for a long time, his Adam's apple moved up and down, "Brother Han Han."

Han Yu also looked at him, "Huh?"

Yan Yang licked his lips, lowered his head, and said after a long time: "...Grandma is not at home again."

They had been arguing for more than half an hour, and Yan Yang didn't know when he changed from a sitting position to lying side by side with Han Yu on the floor.

Han Yu sat up from beside him, threw the used toilet paper into the trash can, and asked Yan Yang, "Are you okay?"

Yan Yang: "..."

Listen, what kind of nonsense speech is this.

Yan Yang really wanted to correct him, it's best not to ask such a question after having sex with her boyfriend, but when she thought of the creaking sound of the wooden floor just now, she blushed again, and raised her arm to cover her face.

In Han Yu's eyes, his behavior means "I'm not well."

Han Yu panicked, lowered his body to pull Yan Yang's arm, "Baa?"

Yan Yang sighed and decided to give in. He lowered his arms, blinked, and said with shame, "I feel very good."

Han Yu's ears turned red again, and he changed the subject not very cleverly, "Are you still doing your homework?"

Yan Yang: "..." Is there anyone who can write homework at this time? !

The homework must be too much to finish. Although Han Yu asked this question, he picked up the paper and pretended to do it for a long time, but he didn't write a word.

Yan Yang grabbed the pen and couldn't write a question for a long time. He felt that this was not possible, so he put down the pen again.

Han Yu paid close attention to him all the time, and asked when he stopped writing, "What's wrong?"

Yan Yang sighed, raised his finger to Han Yu, and then pointed to himself, "It turns out that puppy love affects study."

Han Yu also put down his pen, and the two looked at each other, and Yan Yang's hooligan thoughts could no longer be held back.

"There are two weeks left for the exam," Yan Yang said, "If I fail the exam, it will be all your fault."

Han Yu stared at him intently, and said kindly, "Well, it's my fault."

Yan Yang tilted his body and fell on Han Yu's shoulder. He suddenly remembered something, "Why didn't you choose science?"

Han Yu put his arms around his shoulders, "I didn't know your theory at the time."

Yan Yang clicked his tongue, "You said you like me, don't you know how to ask?"

Han Yu was quiet for a few seconds, then said softly, "I didn't dare to inquire."

Yan Yang's heart twitched, and he felt that he had asked the wrong question, so he also raised his arms and hugged him, "Then why did you change the subject later?"

"At that time, I thought you could learn theories, so I chose Wen." Han Yu spoke slowly. "After half a year of reading Liberal Arts, I still don't know how to do it."

He didn't understand what he said, but Yan Yang understood.

At that time, Han Yu felt that there was no possibility for the two of them. He didn't dare to get close but was reluctant to let go, so he simply took a gamble.

Later, I studied liberal arts for half a year, but it still didn't work.

"Then why didn't you take the class transfer exam?" Yan Yang asked.

The three subjects of Chinese and Science are at the beginning of the first semester of senior high school, but it is inevitable that some students want to change subjects, so there will be an extra transfer exam at the end of the first semester of senior high school, and the students will be divided into classes according to their grades.

Last time Ji Hao said that Han Yu didn't take the class transfer exam, but he didn't say the reason.

Han Yu hesitated before saying, "Han Zhiyong... something happened to my dad during that time, and I missed the exam."

Yan Yang froze for a moment, then looked at him quietly.

Han Yu stroked his hair reassuringly, "At that time, he borrowed money from usury, and the debt collector found the family. I was worried that grandma was at home by herself, and often missed classes."

Han Zhiyong was the main source of Han Yu's inferiority complex and withdrawal when facing Yan Yang, but Yan Yang didn't hear Han Yu talk about him much.

"On the day of the transfer exam, I received a call from my neighbors before I entered the exam room. They said that Han Zhiyong had returned, so I would miss the exam."

Yan Yang leaned over and kissed Han Yu's ear, "I'm sorry."

Han Yu smiled at him, "It's okay."

His eyes became a little empty, but only for a moment, and soon he said in a normal tone, "I almost paid back the money at that time, and they just came to find trouble with Han Zhiyong."

"Five people came that day and stood around the room. Grandma sat on the sofa and cried. They took Han Zhiyong away in front of me. Later, when Han Zhiyong came back, he limped one leg."

When Han Yu said this, his tone fluctuated a little, "Actually, I still had money at the time, but if I gave it to them, I might not be able to go back to school for a long time."

He said, "What I thought at the time was that I had done my best, and I just wanted to finish high school first, but then every time Han Zhiyong came home and saw his leg, I would think, if I had..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Yang interrupted him distressedly, "You are right."

Han Yu looked at him with soft eyes, but didn't say anything, just smiled.

Yan Yang moved a few times, squeezed between Han Yu's legs, and being circled by Han Yu also circled Han Yu.

Yan Yang said, "If I were you, I wouldn't give him a penny."

Of course Yan Yang is not Han Yu. He grew up in a well-clothed and well-fed life, and he doesn't know what it's like to have nothing to eat, and he doesn't know what it's like to be approached by creditors.

At that time, Han Zhiyong owed only tens of thousands of dollars, but Yan Yang's few pairs of sneakers, or the bicycle downstairs that he randomly locked to a tree, was not the only money.

What to do with grandma and how the neighbors live are all things that Han Yu has to consider when facing debt collection, so Yan Yang naturally can't think of it.

He didn't have to think about these things in the first place, so Han Yu was always moved by Yan Yang's preference and liking.

At this moment, he hugged Yan Yang in his arms, feeling a little moved, "I have already saved some money, and there is no problem in finishing high school. If there are no unexpected expenses, I still have a lot to spare."

He said, "Baabaa, I have a bad personality and I have no strengths, thank you for liking me."

Yan Yang rested his chin on Han Yu's shoulder, wanting to liven up the atmosphere, "Then how do you repay me?"

Han Yu said, "I will always like you."

He hugged Yan Yang, as if possessing the whole world for a short time, and repeated incoherently, "I will always like you."

At their age, most people have no other pressure except for studying, and naturally someone will worry about everything that should be worried about, but Han Yu has to rely on himself for everything.

He has to study, make money, support his grandma, and deal with his father who doesn't know when he got into trouble again. He lives more tiringly than many people, and he also thinks more than many people.

He and Yan Yang are people from two worlds. The difference in material level alone makes them extremely unsuitable, not to mention other difficulties that the two may face in the future.

But the teenage Yan Yang didn't think about these things. When he was with Han Yu, he just wanted to be with him for the rest of his life.

"I will always like you." Yan Yang said.

Han Yu lowered his head to kiss him, and said irresponsibly, "Even if you don't like me, it's okay."

Han Yu felt that Yan Yang was like a treasure in the window, and also like the moon outside the window. It was normal not to like him, after all, Han Yu didn't do anything for him.

All he can give Yan Yang now is cheap likes and worthless promises.

"But there is no way," Yan Yang kissed him, and said vaguely, "I just like you."

So the moon fell into the attic, and Han Yu hid a future with only Yan Yang in his damp heart.

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