the moon in the attic

Yan Yang naturally didn't know how trivial and messy Han Yu's New Year's Day was. He even pretended to lose his temper because Han Yu was a little cold these two days, and Han Yu coaxed him on the phone for two hours.

When school started, he knew what had happened, and he was so angry that he jumped up and down.

Han Yu said calmly, "Han Zhiyong brought a woman back."

In the end, this farce ended with Han Yu's compromise.

The woman brought by Han Zhiyong was pregnant, and they did not dare to live at home with Han Yu around, but if Han Yu wanted to live a quiet life, he could only help them find a house outside.

He has paid the rent for half a year, and it looks clean on the surface, but everyone knows that as long as Han Zhiyong stays here, he will bring endless pressure to Han Yu.

If it's him, he can do anything, but he has grandma and Yan Yang.

Han Yu didn't show any helplessness and disappointment, he just told Yan Yang, "I'm really fine, I'm used to it."

He has a gentle expression and a normal tone of voice. He seems to be fine, but no one is used to being hurt.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk more, Yan Yang coaxed him, "Let's go out to play after the final exam."

Because of the painful lessons of the last monthly exam, coupled with Feng Yujie's foot restraint order, Yan Yang studied like crazy, and even got the highest grade in the final exam of the second year of high school.

He returned to the top ten in the grade, with more scores than the first test, and ranked fifth in the overall list.

Han Yu still played steadily this time, but his progress was not as obvious as last time, but he also squeezed from the top [-] to the top [-].

Because the final exam is the joint exam of the four schools, and the marking is a joint cross-grading, it is impossible for the teachers to lower or raise the score, so Yan Yang's score is not worth it at all.

After Han Yu praised him a few words, he couldn't find Bei happily.

"Brother Han Han," Yan Yang asked Han Yu holding two lists, "Am I good?"

Han Yu nodded, "Well, it's amazing."

Yan Yang circled the results of the two, and proudly said, "Student Xiao Han will catch up with me no matter how hard he works."

Han Yu said seriously, "Didn't you already catch up?"

Yan Yang paused for a moment, and after realizing it, he lay on the railing and couldn't straighten up laughing, "Who did you learn all this from?"

Han Yu also laughed, "I learned from whoever I'm with."

Yan Yang made a straight face on purpose, "You better learn."

Han Yu also said blankly, "I can't learn well."

Yan Yang couldn't help laughing, and shook the report card, "Actually, this time the progress is quite big."

Han Yu glanced down at the report card, "It's not enough."

Yan Yang asked, "Isn't it too greedy? Isn't that enough? How good do you want to be in the exam?"

Han Yu said without hesitation, "As good as you."

Yan Yang teased, "You want to compare me?"

He was just joking, but Han Yu looked unnatural for some reason, and Yan Yang said in disbelief, "No way, do you really think so?"

Han Yu said helplessly, "Of course not."

Yan Yang asked uncertainly: "Then you... use me as a role model?"

Han Yu didn't expect him to think so crookedly, he frowned and let go, his ears turned red again for some reason.

Yan Yang could naturally notice his reaction. He leaned back against the railing, raised his hand and poked Han Yu's shoulder, "Speak."

Han Yu had no choice but to say honestly, "If I want to go to a university with you, my grades should at least be similar to yours."

No matter how much he guessed, Yan Yang didn't expect this floor, and his heart softened suddenly. Seeing that there was no one in the corridor, he rushed forward and kissed Han Yu on the face.

Han Yu coughed lightly, and took out another list, "This is the result of the joint examination of the four schools."

Yan Yang found his name in the 26th place, and the top students in each school were clinging to their grades, and every point was linked to several people.

Yan Yang pretended to say, "I just suffer from a bad name. If I have the same surname as my boyfriend, I will definitely be in the front row."

Han Yu glanced at him, and the tips of his ears started to turn red again.

Yan Yang succeeded in his treachery, glanced at the report card again, and suddenly let out a cry.

"What's wrong?" Han Yu asked.

Yan Yang pointed to the name ranked first, and asked Han Yu, "Is this grape, the one in your store?"

Her surname is not very common here, Han Yu glanced at the school behind, nodded and said, "Yes."

Yan Yang froze for a moment, "Is she studying so well?"

Han Yu said, "Students who work part-time in Li Dai's store only need to study well."

Mentioning Li Dai, Yan Yang recalled the unclear bottle of mineral water between the two of them at the beginning, something he couldn't figure out at that time, but he couldn't understand what he understood a long time ago.

Thinking of this, Yan Yang said, "The last time we went, Brother Li Dai didn't drink anymore."

Han Yu smiled, "Brother Li said you can drink very well."

At this point, it would be meaningless to hide the amount of alcohol. Yan Yang raised his eyebrows and asked Han Yu, "Compared to you?"

Han Yu said honestly, "I don't know how to drink."

Yan Yang froze for a moment, "No?"

Han Yu said, "I haven't drunk it, so I probably won't."

Hearing what he said, Yan Yang regained his energy and took him to drink that night. It was not until Han Yu started talking nonsense after drinking a glass of wine that Yan Yang believed that Han Yu really couldn't drink.

Han Yu was so drunk that he couldn't walk steadily, he staggered and dragged Yan Yang on the road.

There was no one on the road, only a street lamp with an unstable circuit flickered, made a small sound, and then went completely dark again.

Han Yu Mingming didn't have much nutrition and didn't eat well, but he was tall. Yan Yang half dragged and half hugged him, and took him home with difficulty.

He usually seldom talks, but when he drank too much, he began to talk more, muttering all the time, and sometimes he turned his head and pointed at a car that passed the intersection but did not slow down.

He put his arms around Yan Yang's neck, his footsteps were chaotic, and he shouted drunkenly, "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Yan Yang was about to be unable to support him, and regretted taking him to drink, so he responded perfunctorily, put his arms around his waist and lifted him up, and Han Yu called again, "Baby lamb."

Yan Yang said "hmm" again, pulled up his hand that was about to slide down, and warned him, "Hold it."

Han Yu laughed happily, and with a lot of strength, he hugged Yan Yang into his arms, and called him indiscriminately, "Master."

He was only wearing a not-so-thick winter jacket, and he smelled like ordinary cheap laundry detergent from the supermarket that cost more than ten yuan a pack.

Yan Yang sighed, sweat broke out on his forehead, and he simply rubbed against Han Yu's neckline, complaining half-truthfully, "Why are you so heavy?"

The shadows of the two stretched very long behind them and overlapped again.

Han Yu smiled at him and slowly leaned towards him.

Young people aged seventeen or eighteen are always very brave when they are with the person they like.

The two kissed unscrupulously under the extinguished street lights, and the mouth was filled with the slightly bitter taste of fermented barley malt.

Han Yu couldn't kiss enough, he had a lot of strength, and he couldn't stand still, the two fell heavily on the side of the road, Han Yu pressed on Yan Yang, his eyes were blurred.

Yan Yang rubbed his elbow on the asphalt road, because he was wearing thick clothes, it didn't hurt, but the clothes on his elbows were worn out.

He raised his arm and took a look, then asked Han Yu if he hurt from the fall.

Han Yu looked at Yan Yang without blinking, pressed against him not knowing what happened, but still wanted to come over and kiss him.

Yan Yang angrily kissed him on the chin, and helped him to sit up with difficulty.

He had run out of energy, and felt it was a bit difficult to send Han Yu home, so he simply dragged Han Yu to sit on the side of the road, trying to exhaust himself until dawn.

Han Yu must be sleepy, blinking his eyes very slowly, and it took him a long time to say, "Why are you here?"

"You are too heavy," Yan Yang said, "I can't get a taxi, and I can't move you."

Han Yu reacted for a long time, repeating Yan Yang's words, "Oh, I'm too heavy."

He kept looking at Yan Yang, as if nothing in the world could enter his eyes except Yan Yang.

Yan Yang was stared at by him for a while, couldn't hold back, and leaned forward to kiss him again.

Yinghui Road was already remote, the light was dim, and it was late, the two kissed passionately, and Han Yu's hand reached into Yan Yang's waist.

Han Yu was drunk, Yan Yang was not yet drunk, he pulled Han Yu's hand out, put his arms around his waist and helped him up, "I'd better send you back."

Han Yu listened very well to what Yan Yang said, and he was more obedient when he was drunk, so he nodded and let Yan Yang take him away.

They walked for more than an hour for a distance of less than two kilometers.

When he arrived in Fenghuali, Yan Yang was already sweating, and he couldn't pull Han Yu, so he simply carried him on his back and moved to the top floor step by step.

Han Yu was quite drunk and knew his own family, so he took out the key from his pocket and handed it to Yan Yang.

There was no light in the corridor, so Yan Yang took the key, turned on his mobile phone and opened the lock.

The yellow-painted thin wooden door opened with a creak, and looked far away in the empty corridor in the early morning. Han Yu stumbled in, sat on the ground and changed his shoes, saw Yan Yang was still standing at the door, and pulled his calf, "Baa, come in."

Yan Yang closed the door back and changed his shoes. He poured a glass of water and drank half of it, and brought the remaining half to Han Yu, "Drink water?"

Han Yu sat on the ground leaning against the door and looked up at him, nodded, knocked the back of his head on the door, and made two thuds.

Yan Yang couldn't help laughing, squatted down and looked at Han Yu, pinched his chin and ears, and laughed at him in a low voice, "You can't drink too much."

Han Yu couldn't understand what he said, let Yan Yang pinch him, took his hand for a while, and said domineeringly, "Don't go back."

It was almost one o'clock in the morning, Yan Yang couldn't go back even if he wanted to, so he nodded, "I won't go back."

Han Yu bent the corners of his mouth restrainedly, "Go take a shower."

They ate hot pot at night, and their bodies smelled, Han Yu said drunkenly, "I'll get you clothes."

Yan Yang hurriedly stopped him, dragged him to the sofa and put him away, went upstairs and took Han Yu's change of clothes from the closet to take a shower.

Han Yu was extremely sleepy, he closed his eyes and stopped moving after touching the sofa, but when Yan Yang came out of the shower, Han Yu was no longer in the living room.

Because grandma was still sleeping, Yan Yang climbed upstairs lightly, and saw Han Yu sitting on the ground leaning against the wall.

Han Yu was tall and had long legs. He was sitting in a corner of the attic with his legs half-curled in embarrassment, holding a pile of small change in his hand, and a pile of old-looking coins scattered on the ground.

Yan Yang had a towel around his neck, and his hair was still dripping. He walked over and rubbed against him, and asked him, "What are you doing?"

Next to Han Yu's leg was the paint-stained golden pig piggy bank. The golden pig was on all fours, and the outlet on its stomach was opened.

Han Yu was holding a handful of small change in his hand. There were white and yellow coins on the ground, more than ten cents, less than fifty cents, and even less one yuan.

Seeing Yan Yang, his eyes lit up, and he said to Yan Yang mysteriously, "I have 182 yuan."

Yan Yang took the money in his hand, put a towel on his head, and laughed at him, "Is the number correct for being so drunk?"

Han Yu tore off the towel unhappily, "The number is correct."

Seeing that Yan Yang didn't believe him, he forced Yan Yang to count again with him.

It seemed that the light bulb in the attic should be replaced. The dim light hit the wall, making the dilapidated hut even more dilapidated.

Yan Yang sat next to Han Yu, helped him unfold and flatten the banknotes one by one, counted them and put them aside.

He grabbed another handful of coins, and put the ten-cent coins in one pile, the fifty-cent coins in one pile, and piled them up one by one, making two piles plus a small pile.

After Yan Yang finished counting, Han Yu stumbled to his feet and accidentally bumped his head against the light bulb. The light bulb began to shake around, and the light was so dazzling that people couldn't keep their eyes open.

Yan Yang quickly pulled him to sit down, touched his forehead, and asked him what he wanted to do.

Han Yu half-knelt, looked at Yan Yang without blinking, probably forgot what he wanted to do, and reached out to grab Yan Yang's wrist.

His hands were strong, and Yan Yang felt a little hurt from being grabbed by him, but he didn't speak.

Han Yu slowly leaned over and tilted his head to kiss Yan Yang's lips.

The attic is too small, Yan Yang heard his flustered heartbeat, and when he moved his legs, the wooden floor creaked and creaked.

Han Yu squeezed his fingers into his, and the palms of both of them were sweaty.

Yan Yang had just taken a shower, and Han Yu smelled of alcohol all over again.

After kissing for a while, Han Yu remembered what he was going to do. He reached out to the table and pulled a piece of draft paper, then took a pen and handed it to Yan Yang, and said very strictly, "You figure it out."

In fact, Yan Yang had already figured it out, it was 180 two yuan, but he still picked up the pen following the drunkard's wish.

He added them up one by one, and pretended to be surprised, "It's really 180 yuan."

Han Yu started laughing, and leaned close to Yan Yang, whispering, "This is my first deposit."

Yan Yang didn't hesitate to praise, "Excellent."

Han Yu leaned closer to Yan Yang, "For the first time when I was a child, I wanted to run away from home and go directly to the farthest place that the train can go. It takes 17 hours and the station ticket is 180 yuan and [-] cents."

"I've saved it for two years," Han Yu said, "Baabaa, I'll give it all to you, do you want it?"

Yan Yang didn't ask him if it was because of the fifty cents that he didn't make it. He stuffed the money back into the little golden pig one by one, and asked Han Yu, "Are you willing?"

Han Yu was drunk, looked at Yan Yang with squinted eyes, and said quite naturally, "I don't want to give you anything."

Yan Yang held the handful of loose change in his hand, and caught Han Yu's first bravery, first love, and first romance in his life.

He couldn't help leaning forward.

Han Yu's hot breath fell on Yan Yang's side face, and the tip of his tongue gently stirred in his mouth, and their hands never let go.

A thin layer of sweat hangs on the side of Han Yu's neck, and the two looked at each other under the dim light.

Han Yu looked at Yan Yang with lingering eyes and spoke very slowly, he said, "Baabaa, I love you so much."

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twelve three:

Give you the 182 yuan I have saved for a long time