the moon in the attic

Yan Yang did his homework at Han Yu's house and couldn't think of it anymore, but when the results of the monthly exam came out, he couldn't laugh anymore.

I don't know if it's Yan Yang's Crow's Mouth, but he not only failed in the monthly exam in December, but also regressed significantly.

Feng Yujie didn't train him this time, and took him to the office alone after class.

"Yan Yang," Feng Yujie leaned against the desk with a serious face, "what's the matter with you?"

No matter how bad his grades are, Yan Yang seldom falls out of the top ten in his grade. This time he directly scored 27 in the exam.

Yan Yang bowed his head to be scolded, not in a good mood.

Spread out on Feng Yujie's desk are the grades of the three monthly exams after enrollment, and a grade sheet for the final placement exam of the first semester of senior high school, with Yan Yang's name drawn in a circle.

Feng Yujie asked, "You really surprise me every time. How do you do worse than the last test?"

Yan Yang looked up at him, met Feng Yujie's gaze, and admitted if he was wrong, "I'm not working hard enough."

After falling in love, he really lacked the energy to study. He used to be able to stun a question he didn’t know until one or two o’clock in the middle of the night. Now that he has the time, he wants to go to Han Yu. He thought he was so talented at first, but now he takes this test. The results are not in sight.

"Then where did your kung fu go?" Feng Yujie asked sharply.

Yan Yang pursed his lips and said nothing.

Feng Yujie pulled two chairs, one sat down by himself, and the other pushed Yan Yang, "Sit down for a while, I have something to tell you."

Yan Yang pushed the chair away, "You tell me, I can just stand."

Taking the test like this, I really have no face to sit on.

Feng Yujie sighed, and asked in a low voice, "Are you really in love?"

Yan Yang's spine felt a chill, his Adam's apple unconsciously slid up and down a few times, and he denied it guiltily, "No."

Feng Yujie laughed, "I've been a class teacher for a few times, do you think you can hide it from me?"

Yan Yang then lowered his head and pretended to be dumb, biting him to death for not cooperating.

"At your age, it's normal to have this idea." Feng Yujie raised his legs, sat up for a while and then felt that it was inappropriate, and lowered his legs to sit down. "I was like this when I was your age."

As he spoke, he pulled out Yan Yang's report card again, "You are not a special case in our class when it comes to falling in love, but why should I seek you alone? Have you ever thought about it?"

Yan Yang said, "I don't know."

This time the grades in class three have improved overall, but Yan Yang is not the only one who did not do well in the exam, and he doesn't know if the others are in a relationship or not.

Feng Yujie spoke softly, "Although I don't fully agree with the school's attitude towards students falling in love, I also admit that it is reasonable. At your age, at least both of you are qualified to fall in love."

Feng Yujie asked, "What do you think?"

The corners of Yan Yang's mouth were pressed flat, and he nodded, "Yes."

"It's fine if you can understand it," Feng Yujie handed him a few transcripts one by one, "I won't say much, it's up to you next time."

Yan Yang took it and took it away, "When is the next time?"

"There will be no monthly exams next month." Feng Yujie turned on his phone and looked at the calendar, "Just follow the winter vacation and just have a final exam."

Yan Yang's mind was in a turmoil, thinking that it's not long since school started, why is it winter vacation?

Feng Yujie knew what he was thinking with a glance, "I know you are in a hurry? Why did you go so early?"

"Let me tell you, the end of the semester is a big exam, and the joint exam of the four schools is directly related to the class placement results. It is definitely no problem for you to stay in the experimental class, but if you are too low in the ranking, will you lose face?"

Yan Yang nodded, "Understood."

Feng Yujie put his arms on the table, looked at Yan Yang with his chin propped up, and suddenly asked, "With whom?"

Yan Yang's throat tightened, pretending not to understand, "What and whom?"

Feng Yujie laughed and leaned on the backrest, "Why are you so nervous? I won't complain to my parents."

Yan Yang glanced at him, thinking that I wouldn't be afraid of you suing, but he honestly didn't say anything.

"Don't talk about it," Feng Yujie said, "Go back and tell your girlfriend, if your grades drop again, I will take measures."

There are many important points in his words, Yan Yang didn't know where to start asking for a while, and asked bitterly for a long time, "What measures?"

"Putting the students in my class from studying," Feng Yujie said, "then I can only talk to her too."

Yan Yang subconsciously defended Han Yu, "It's not his fault."

"Hey," Feng Yujie leaned forward, "She has no part in dating? Are you the only one? Are you the only one who regressed? Are you the only one who thinks about it day and night and can't sleep well?"

Yan Yang hadn't had time to look at Han Yu's grades. Hearing what Feng Yujie said, he simply lowered his head and glanced at the report card again, and was stunned after seeing it.

Feng Yujie gave him the first page of the overall list, the last one was 45, and his "girlfriend" happened to be the last one.

Yan Yang knew that the timing was wrong, but he still couldn't help it. The mood he had been bored for a long time showed up, and he twitched the corners of his mouth.

He definitely couldn't hide this from Feng Yujie, Feng Yujie frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

Only then did Yan Yang raise his head, his mouth was quicker than his heart, and he blurted out, "He has improved this time."

Feng Yujie: "..."

After he realized it, he raised his hand and pointed at him weakly, "You haven't listened to what I've been talking about for a long time?"

After Yan Yang finished speaking, he wanted to beat himself up, and immediately said seriously, "I listened, I really listened."

Feng Yujie looked at him suspiciously, and wanted to take the report card from him, "Who is it, let me see."

Yan Yang held back his hands guiltily, not allowing Feng Yujie to get it, "There is no such thing."

Feng Yujie didn't believe it, "What are you hiding without you?"

"I'm afraid you will be angry when you see my grades again," Yan Yang wanted to run away, "Brother Jie, am I leaving?"

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Feng Yujie waved his hand to tell him to leave quickly, but he couldn't hold back, "Why are you also in love, and you are the only one taking the exam? Yan Yang, are you promising?!"

Yan Yang choked, thinking that I don't know, I have to go back and ask my "girlfriend", but he still said seriously, "Teacher, I remember everything you said."

Feng Yujie was so angry that he waved his hand and ordered Yan Yang to be restrained, "If I see you running around during class, just wait for me!"

Gao Chen felt that Yan Yang might have broken up.

Firstly, during this period of time, he hardly ran out between classes, and secondly, his enthusiasm for studying was extremely high, and he went out occasionally, bringing papers with him, and then came back soon.

Taking advantage of Yan Yang's break to change books, he turned around and asked him, "Master, are you broken in love?"

Yan Yang frowned and asked, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Gao Chen turned around and turned his head, pointing to the knuckle-thick paper on his desk, "You haven't been running outside recently, are you trying to ease the pain of broken love through lifeless learning?"

Yan Yang slapped him on the shoulder, "Don't guess."

Gao Chen asked, "Then why are you?"

Yan Yang said succinctly, "There are two weeks until the end of the semester."

Gao Chen really seemed to be facing a big enemy, "Damn! Damn! Can you not mention it!"

Yan Yang pushed him on the shoulder to make him turn around, "I won't take the test if I don't mention it?"

Gao Chen turned around persistently, "If you don't mention it, it means that I don't know. If I don't know, it means that I don't have to face it. If I don't face it, I don't need to bear it."

Yan Yang applauded him in amazement, "This time is a placement test, you know."

Gao Chen really nodded solemnly again.

Yan Yang said ruthlessly, "I will go downstairs to see you when the time comes."

The corner of Gao Chen's mouth drooped, and he said sadly, "Scumbag, I misread you."

Yan Yang suppressed his hand, "If you have time, you might as well do two more sets of questions. Last time, Han Yu did better than you in the exam."

He was just talking casually, but Gao Chen looked at him accusingly again.

The corners of Yan Yang's eyes twitched, and he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Gao Chen propped his chin, with a half-smile, "Didn't you realize that you mentioned Brother Yu a lot?"

Yan Yang was taken aback by what he said, and asked doubtfully, "Is there any?"

Gao Chen nodded in a serious manner, and said with emotion, "You gays are always in love..."

Halfway through his words, both of them froze. Gao Chen rubbed his nose, and changed the subject in a very rude manner, "Tomorrow is New Year's Day, what are your plans?"

Yan Yang reflexively said, "Go and see my grandma, my parents will be back tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he realized that Gao Chen had led him astray, and he frowned and asked in a low voice, "Me and Han Yu...you know?"

Gao Chen clicked his tongue, "I knew it earlier."

Seeing that Yan Yang didn't believe it, he added, "Don't kiss me in the corridor next time."

Yan Yang: "...Damn."

Yan Haichuan and Chen Jingru came back on the morning of New Year's Day. Grandma Yan Yang lived in a neighboring city, and they went straight to the airport as soon as they met in the morning.

Han Yu felt sorry at first, but later only felt lucky.

On the afternoon when Yan Yang left, Han Zhiyong came back.

He didn't have a part-time job in the afternoon, and when he was writing questions at home, he heard movement downstairs. He went down and saw that Han Zhiyong, who said he was going to the south to 'do business', was sitting on the sofa.

Han Yu turned cold on the spot.

He didn't come back by himself, and there was a petite woman sitting beside him, and his grandma was standing by the sofa in a daze.

Seeing him, the woman walked over, stretched out her arms and shouted stickily, "Is this Yuyu?"

Han Yu frowned and avoided her arm, staring at Han Zhiyong.

Han Zhiyong seemed to be in a good mood, Han Yu glared at him, but he just glanced lazily, with the corners of his mouth twitched, with some complacency and sarcasm.

Han Yu's knuckles creaked, but the woman still couldn't understand the wink and wanted to move closer to him.

"What are you doing?" Han Yu lowered his head and looked at the woman coldly.

"Yu Yu, this belongs to your father..." The old lady was afraid that some people would start a fight, so she stepped forward to explain to Han Yu, but she herself didn't understand the relationship between the two of them very much, so she stopped talking halfway through.

Holding back his fire, Han Yu walked over to help the old lady sit on the sofa far away from Han Zhiyong, "Sit down."

Grandma looked nervously at him and then at Han Zhiyong, hesitated to speak several times.

Han Yu stood beside grandma's sofa and asked Han Zhiyong, "What do you mean?"

Han Zhiyong has been walking for a few months, he should have lived leisurely outside, his face has grown some flesh, it looks more pleasing to the eye than before, but it is still disgusting.

Han Zhiyong raised his broken leg, "Who the hell are you talking to?"

In just two sentences, the atmosphere became tense again.

Han Yu was furious, and before he could ask any more questions, the woman who was left by him spoke again, with an affectionate voice, "Yu Yu, I am your father's girlfriend, from now on..."

She wanted to say something more, but was interrupted impatiently by Han Yu, "Did I ask you?"

His face was bluffing, but the woman actually made him take a step back in fright, and his half-raised hand froze there.

"Your skin is itchy again, right?" Han Zhiyong couldn't maintain his "good" temper for half a minute, he patted the coffee table in front of him hard, stood up and rolled up his sleeves.

He didn't dare to fight Han Yu, but because of the presence of outsiders, he was eager to save some face.

Knowing his bluff, Han Yu took a step forward and asked again, "What do you mean?"

Han Zhiyong was afraid of him, but as soon as Han Yu approached, he picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table and made a gesture to smash it down.

Han Yu looked at him without changing his face, with a fierce expression, without saying a word.

Han Zhiyong trembled a few times, threw the phone back on the sofa, and said dirtyly, "You should be strangled to death when you are born! When will I report to my son when I do something!"

Seeing that the two were arguing again, the old lady was anxious to stand up, but Han Yu turned around and said, "Sit down."

The old lady waved her hands tremblingly, "Yuyu, don't be angry."

"Shut up! You're fucking used to it!" Han Zhiyong didn't dare to face Han Yu head-on, and turned all his fire on the old lady, "Immortal thing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yu kicked onto the coffee table.

He used [-]% of his strength for this kick, and the legs of the coffee table made a harsh friction sound on the floor. Han Zhiyong was already inconvenient in his legs and feet, but Han Yu's kick came suddenly. Before he could react, the coffee table hit his calf, which hurt. I had to yell out.

"You son of a bitch!" Han Zhiyong yelled while clutching his calf, "Are you looking for death!"

The room was in chaos, the old lady stood up and babbled to persuade Han Yu, Han Zhiyong screamed and cursed in pain, and he brought back the woman crying and cursing Han Yu.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!" the woman yelled, throwing everything in her hand at Han Yu desperately.

"Yu Yu." Grandma staggered towards Han Yu, gesticulating with her hands, scolding the woman for a while, and persuading Han Yu for a while.

In the end, she said with tears in her eyes, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't live."

It was rare for Han Yu to lose control of his emotions, but at this moment, the shouts all over the room pierced his ears sharply, and he couldn't help but listen.

He accidentally entered the kitchen.

The kitchen door slammed against the wall and bounced open. As soon as Han Yu came out, the room fell silent.

Seeing clearly what he was holding, the woman jumped up and hid far away, shouting hysterically, "Go away! Go away!"

Seeing him come out with a knife, the old lady was so frightened that she went up to grab it, and said incoherently, "Yuyu, don't, don't."

The ferocity on Han Zhiyong's face receded, he ignored the pain in his leg, and walked away from the sofa with a white face, in a posture ready to run at any time.

Han Yu's hand holding the knife was tightly squeezed, the veins on his arm were exposed, his jaw was closed tightly, and he said nothing.

"Son of a son of a bitch! Who are you scaring!" After a long time, Han Zhiyong found his tune.

As soon as he made a sound, Han Yu moved his eyes and stared at him calmly.

Han Zhiyong was taken aback by his gaze, and reflexively took a step back, but he didn't expect Han Yu to follow.

The old lady became anxious all of a sudden, crying so hard that she couldn't speak, "Yu Yu! Yu Yu!"

Han Yu turned his head and said softly, "Go back to the room."

The old lady trembled, "Yuyu..."

Han Yu ignored him, pointed at the woman with a knife and turned to Han Zhiyong, "Either take her and get out, or both of you don't leave today."

Han Zhiyong was still stubborn, "Why should I get out? This is my fucking house! If you want to get out, you have to get out!"

Han Yuke nodded dispensably, and walked in front of him with a knife in his hand. The old lady, who didn't know where the strength came from, hugged him from behind, and cried to Han Zhiyong, "Don't go! You don't go yet!" !"

Han Yu's expression was calm and restrained, Han Zhiyong wasn't sure if he was really good at fighting, and was about to vent a few more words, but was dragged to the door by the woman's arms, "Brother Yong, let's go first."

The two went out as if fleeing for their lives, only the sobbing of grandma remained in the living room.

Granny hugged Han Yu's waist desperately, and murmured, "Yuyu, do you want grandma's life?"

With a clang, the knife in Han Yu's hand fell to the ground.

The old lady quickly picked it up and hid it behind her.

Han Yu lowered his head, and it took a long time before he said in a hoarse voice, "Grandma, let me stay by myself for a while."

At this time, the old lady didn't dare not listen to him, and she didn't dare to put down the knife when she returned to the house, for fear that he would be confused again.

Standing in the middle of the living room, Han Yu felt that the anger dissipated in vain, leaving only a void of bewilderment.

He didn't need to think about it, there must be many people waiting to see their jokes in the corridor.

Han Yu stood where he was, thinking, what am I doing?

Among the chicken feathers all over the place, he suddenly remembered his bleating.

"It's not Yuyu, it's Han Han, Brother Han Han."

"Brother Han Han, I won't let anyone bully you again in the future."

"Brother Han Han, say it again, you like my sentence."

"Brother Han Han..."

He clearly remembered every word Yan Yang said, he had never complained before, but now he really hated him.

Yan Yang will never need to stand in the old tube building to face these things, and no matter how hard Han Yu tries, he will be pulled back to the original point.

Those joys and joys seemed to be stolen by him, and they were scattered before they were warmed up.

The windows in the room were open, and the air-conditioning centered on him, swirling around like a sandstorm, sweeping across the entire room, as if there was no way to escape, a cycle of life.