the moon in the attic

The school is currently implementing a summer schedule, and there is a classroom break at noon. Han Yu came late, so he ate a little faster.

There are only two vegetarian dishes on his dinner plate. I don't know if it's because he is good-looking. The rice his aunt beats for him is sharp, and the free egg drop soup has a lot of eggs.

The air conditioner in the cafeteria is even more pretentious than the classroom one. Yan Yang poured a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi water, and it had no effect at all except to muffle his throat.

He stuffed two bites into his mouth without knowing the taste, and his thoughts wandered, admiring that Han Yuguang could grow so tall by eating rice and vegetarian dishes.

When Han Yu finished eating and drinking soup, Yan Yang found the opportunity to ask, "How is Ji Hao?"

Han Yu didn't seem to realize that Yan Yang was talking to him at first, he held the soup bowl in a daze for two seconds before saying, "The situation is stable."

"Ah, so." Yan Yang wanted to ask about Ji Hao's situation, but he didn't know the relationship between Han Yu and Ji Hao, so he hesitated and didn't ask further.

Gao Chen didn't have so many thoughts, he sat on the side with Han Yu, and when he heard this, he moved to Han Yu's side and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with Ji Hao?"

"Congenital heart disease," Han Yu finished his soup in a few sips, "your homeroom teacher should tell you later."

When students in the class have a serious illness, the general teacher will inform the students that they are not only responsible for the sick students, but also for other students in the class.

Yan Yang felt a little uncomfortable, but he also breathed a sigh of relief, but his tone couldn't hide his disappointment, "It's just fine."

Gao Chen patted his chest next to him, with half a chicken leg stuffed in his mouth, and he also looked frightened, "I was so scared to death in the morning."

Hearing what they said, Han Yu glanced at them and lowered his gaze again.

When he arrived in the morning, Yan Yang was already exhausted, and his face was even uglier than Ji Hao's. Gao Chen, who was beside him, was also in a panic.

Seeing what Han Yu wanted to ask, Yan Yang took the initiative to explain, "My brother died of a congenital heart disease before, so I care more about it."

Han Yu didn't expect this to be the reason, he was obviously taken aback for a moment, and quickly said, "Sorry."

Yan Yang shook his head and waved to him again, "It's okay."

"Ji Hao's family called." Han Yu thought for a while, and said seriously, "It's all right now, and I should be able to come back to class next week."

"That's good." Yan Yang smiled.

Han Yu put down the soup bowl, tidied the dinner plate, looked at Gao Chen, and then returned to Yan Yang.

The teaching office of the science class is on the same floor as the third class. During the big break, Han Yu just went to the office to hand in the test papers. As soon as he left the office, he heard someone yelling that someone in the third class had passed out.

The only person he knew who met the two conditions of "passing out in the third shift" was Ji Hao, who almost didn't have any reaction time, so he ran to the third shift immediately.

There were many people around the door of the classroom. When he broke through the crowd and entered the classroom, someone was doing CPR to Ji Hao.

Although Yan Yang lowered his head at that time, he still recognized him at a glance.

The school uniforms of No. [-] Middle School are very convenient. The summer uniforms of the three grades are all white, with only a distinction at the neckline. Unfortunately, this year's school uniform has a green collar.

At the beginning of the school report, Yan Yang was wearing an ugly green collar school uniform to speak in the report hall. Because Han Yu was the on-site recorder, he clearly remembered that he made several mistakes.

Yan Yang had a lazy demeanor, and his eyelids were clenched with sleepiness. As soon as he finished speaking, he slipped out of the reporting hall and didn't catch up with the group photo.

Later, he also met Yan Yang several times in the cafeteria and restroom. He looked energetic in winter, but listless in summer.

Han Yu has never seen such a person who is afraid of heat.

Yan Yang glanced at Han Yu's dinner plate, and felt that Han Yu not only talked less, but also had a thin skin, and he didn't mention leaving after eating, so he took the initiative to say, "You go back first, we will eat later."

Han Yu seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then responded lukewarmly, and left with the plate.

He is tall, but because he is thin, his bones are obvious. When he is holding the dinner plate, he can see the slightly protruding shoulder blades from behind.

It is very beautiful form.

After Han Yu walked away, Gao Chen asked, "Master, are you all right?"

The water that Han Yu brought to Yan Yang was very cold, as if it had been taken out from the deepest part of the freezer, and there were still pieces of ice in it. Yan Yang held the water in his hand, and the water vapor condensed into water droplets along his fingers and fell on the back of his hand. He rubbed it off with his raised hand.

He picked up the chicken chop from the dinner plate and stuffed it into Gao Chen's mouth, "What can it be?"

The last class on the first day of school was a class meeting, and Feng Yujie, the head teacher, had already returned, and as expected, he told everyone about Ji Hao's situation as Han Yu said.

"Xing Yihua," Feng Yujie nodded to Xing Yihua, "you sit at the same table with Ji Hao, take care of yourself."

"Leave it to me." Xing Yihua responded with a full mouth.

Feng Yujie glanced at him, "I'm not finished yet."

Feng Yujie has been taking them with them since the first year of high school. He is young and has a good relationship with the students. Xing Yihua always speaks erratically. He opened his mouth and said, "Brother Jie, please give me instructions."

"Don't be beautiful," Feng Yujie pointed at him, "this time she came in from the side of the experimental class."

The first three classes of science are all experimental classes.

Xing Yihua's grades have always been under the strict control of teachers and parents, and the test is serious, and the kind that slips away when the control is not strict. Hearing what Feng Yujie said, he felt embarrassed to make a fuss.

He answered honestly, "Ah."

"Be more careful after class," Feng Yujie said, "Don't let me know that you are wandering around in other classes."

The relationship between Xing Yihua and Fan Qing from the liberal arts class was almost semi-public. The two were arrested twice in the first year of high school. Hearing what the teacher said, everyone in the class laughed tacitly.

Xing Yihua was a little shameless, and lowered his head with red ears.

Feng Yujie knocked on the desk and began to attack indiscriminately, "Smiling, didn't I talk about you? The most critical year of the second year of high school, if you can be assigned to the third class right now, will you still be there next year? What do you look at in class? "

Someone at the bottom whispered, "It depends on luck."

A group of people started laughing again. Facts have proved that the most powerful hard weapon for punishing students is the tip of chalk.

Feng Yujie was obviously inaccurate in throwing the chalk tip, a parabola flew across, and the landing point came straight towards Yan Yang, Yan Yang didn't react, and his handsome head was hit.

Feng Yujie simply made the mistake, "Yan Yang, what do you look at in class?"

Yan Yang's face was honest, but in fact his heart was already drifting away, and he didn't hear what Feng Yujie said at all.

The air-conditioning in the broken classroom was insufficient, and his brain was also insufficient.

When the chalk fell on his head, he was thinking, the next time he saw Han Yu, he had to ask him where he bought that bottle of mineral water with ice.

"Yan Yang?" Seeing that he hadn't moved, Feng Yujie called him again, muttering in a low voice, "Did it come out? It shouldn't be."

Gao Chen laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. He looked back at Yan Yang and suppressed his smile, "Master, Brother Jie is calling you."

Yan Yang was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, he looked at Feng Yujie from a distance, stood up and promised, "Well, I will study hard!"

There was another burst of laughter in the class, and several people interrupted, "Let's study hard too!"

Feng Yujie was so angry that he lost his temper, so he still insisted on finishing the half sentence, "Separation depends on grades! Grades! Give me everything!"

After ordering Xing Yihua and Yan Yang, Feng Yujie talked about the common problems of learning in the class. The class responded with a few words and knew it. When the bell rang, Feng Yujie waved his hand, "Go to eat, don't come back late for self-study at night." gone."

Han Yu didn't go to study at night.

There are no boarding students in the school, and the evening self-study in the first and second year of senior high school is only until nine o'clock, but he is in a special situation, and he has not gone to evening self-study since he was in the first year of high school.

Summer is the peak season for barbecue restaurants. As soon as it gets dark, the tables outside are set up, the grills are set up outside, and gray smoke billows upward.

"Come here." A colleague who came earlier greeted Han Yu, and Han Yu responded, walked to the backyard, took off his school uniform and put it in his schoolbag, and changed into the discounted T-shirt he bought last year.

He took an apron outside and tied it around his waist, and carried a tray between the tables.

There are usually not many people on Yinghui Road, but this barbecue restaurant has a good taste and the owner is generous. At night, the road is almost full of customers who come to eat.

Han Yu has been working here for half a year.

"Yu Yu!" Han Yu was cleaning the table outside when the boss called him from inside.

"Here we come!" Han Yu quickly wiped the table, put the order menu on the table, and greeted the customers who had been waiting on the other side of the road to sit down and order first, and walked around the messy table into the room.

The house is very small, just a few square meters, and there is a small door leading to the backyard. There are two bungalows in the backyard, and the boss lives here occasionally.

There was a table against the wall with a large plate of watermelons on it, and several employees were eating melons around the table with their heads bowed.

"Eat fast," Li Dai sat on one side, pointed to the table with a half-burned cigarette between his fingers, and the ash fell to the ground during the movement, "It won't be cold for a while."

Li Dai is young, just in his thirties, he is the owner of this barbecue restaurant, and he has a very good relationship with them.

"Great!" A girl squatting next to the trash can and throwing melon rinds wiped her mouth, stood up and ran outside, "I'm off to work."

The girl's name is Pu Tao, she has a cute name, and she is petite, but she has a bold personality and her hair is cut shorter than Han Yu's.

She has been working part-time here since the barbecue restaurant opened. She is a student of No. [-] Middle School and is also a sophomore in high school this year.

Pu Tao ran past Han Yu with her apron on, and there was a gust of cumin-scented wind. Han Yu moved aside, but felt that he smelled like her again, so he moved back calmly.

He rubbed his hands on the apron, walked to the table, took a melon, and ate a few mouthfuls.

"Transferred to science?" Li Dai put out his cigarette, leaned forward to eat a melon.

Just looking at the appearance, Li Dai doesn't look like the owner of a barbecue restaurant at all. He is cleanly dressed, and there is always a sense of laziness in his movements. He has never gone out to see how busy he is outside.

"Yeah." After eating the petal in his hand, Han Yu reached out to take another petal, squatted down to take the place where the grapes were just now, and ate melons by the trash can.

"Can you keep up?" Li Dai had nothing to do, so he spit out the melon seeds on the paper towel slowly, "When is the monthly exam?"

"At the end of this month," Han Yu ate two pieces of melon at a fighting speed, took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth, "I'll show you the results then."

Li Dai's employment is very interesting. He recruited a bunch of poor students with excellent grades from various key schools to serve as the morning shift employees of the barbecue restaurant.

Apart from working hard, there is no requirement for them. Han Yu transferred from liberal arts to science at the end of the first six months of high school, and currently has no grades, and has not entered the experiment in the class.

"Don't look too ugly in the exam." Li Dai put down the skin of the melon and wiped his hands, telling him.

"Yeah." Han Yu responded, tightened his apron and walked outside. The two tables outside had been shouting for a long time.

Before he reached the door, he heard Li Dai complaining about him from behind, "Xiao Yuyu, fix your habit of jumping around!"

Han Yu glanced back at him, and went to work without saying a word.

By ten o'clock, blue-green beer bottles had been placed under the white plastic tables and chairs, and the man's yelling was also tinged with intoxication.

The barbecue shop was messy and noisy, Han Yu avoided the plastic bags and barbecue sticks under his feet, and passed the dishes in his hand.

Generally, those who can make an appointment to have an open-air barbecue have a good relationship. A group of people who get along with each other must sit together and talk a lot. The barbecue restaurant has to be busy every day until three or four o'clock at night.

Li Dai refused to let the students stay so late, and sent them away as soon as ten o'clock arrived.

The only source of light for the barbecue outside the store was a few headlights on the pillars outside. Flying insects tended to the light, and flitted past Han Yu's eyes with their transparent wings.

The number of customers did not decrease, and the colleagues from the evening shift had already arrived, busily shuttling between the guest tables.

The apron around Han Yu's waist was already covered with oil stains, and in the front pocket was a wine opener that needed to be taken out at any time to open wine for customers, and it hit his legs heavily while walking.

He untied his apron as he walked, and opened the door to the backyard after entering the house.

You can still hear the yelling of customers outside when changing clothes.

"Waiter, bring a wine opener over here!"

"Add two small waists here!"

"Leave the spiciness!"

Han Yu lives in the nearby Fenghuali Community, which can be reached in more than ten minutes. He changed into his school uniform, put his work T-shirt in a plastic bag and stuffed it into his schoolbag and walked out.

As soon as he left the door, a group of students wearing summer school uniforms with green collars from the No. [-] Middle School sat down at the table and ordered food. Han Yu walked past them without looking sideways.

Going north along Yinghui Road, you can see a piece of low-rise buildings. These are the earliest buildings in the city.

None of the voice-activated lamps in the old building survived, some short-circuited and no longer served, and some were smashed by a brick by some brat.

The light bulbs that were installed later didn't last long, they were covered with dust, and some old spider webs were hung on them, which were forgotten on the ceiling of the corridor.

Han Yu walked to the fifth floor in the dark, stood at the door and listened to the movement before taking the key to open the door.

Han Zhiyong called him a few days ago to ask for money, but he didn't give it back. It is estimated that he may come back in a few days.

The home is quiet.

He opened the door softly, and as soon as he entered the room, he tripped over something on the ground and almost fell to the ground, he had to hold on to the shoe rack to stand still.

"Yuyu!" The old lady yelled from the room when she heard the movement, "Is Yuyu back?"

"Grandma!" Han Yu responded, his eyes adapted to the darkness, and he glanced roughly at the moonlight projected through the window.

The living room was very messy, with a few pieces of furniture falling apart in a mess on the floor, and it was the summer cool quilt in the cabinet that almost tripped him.

Han Yu stood there for a few seconds, raised his hand and turned on the light.

He changed his shoes, picked up the quilt on the ground, dusted it on the sofa, and walked around the overturned furniture to grandma's bedroom.

The old lady had already fallen asleep, and now she heard him come back, and was sitting up with her upper body propped up.

Han Yu walked a few steps quickly, supported the old lady's arm to make her sit still, took out a pillow and put it behind her waist, touched the bedside and turned on the light, and asked softly, "Did you wake up?"

"Didn't fall asleep yet," she said with deep wrinkles on her face, and she looked even older when she smiled on her face that hadn't been well maintained. She touched the back of Han Yu's hand distressedly, "Are you tired?" XIAOYING

"Not tired," Han Yu didn't let her ask, "Have you eaten yet?"

The old lady has suffered from back problems these days, her movements were limited when she was older, and it has become difficult to take care of herself these days.

Han Yu didn't have time to come back at noon or evening, so he usually made it in advance in the morning, divided it up, and the old lady warmed it up slowly by herself at meal time.

"Eat," she raised her hand to touch Han Yu's face again, "Have you eaten yet? There is still some left."

The barbecue shop is in charge of the food, and Han Yu ate it when he passed by in the afternoon, but he still said, "Is there more? I'm just hungry."

"It's too much," the old lady smiled, "You don't know what I eat."

"Eat later." Han Yu let go of her hand and waited for her to lie down. "I'll take a shower first."

He was about to go out when he was stopped again, "Yu Yu."

Han Yu turned his head, bent down and approached, "What's wrong?"

The old lady blinked, her cloudy eyes were wet, "Your father..."

Han Yu half squatted down, rubbed the old lady's eyes, turned off the light, and said with a smile, "I still have money, go to sleep."

When he came out of the house, Han Yu walked through the pile of things in the living room without looking sideways, went to the balcony to get a change of clothes, and took a quick shower.

The bathroom was not separated from wet and dry, so he threw the changed clothes into the sink and soaked them in washing powder. After washing, there was basically no smell.

Even if the school uniform is in the school bag, it will inevitably be stained with the oily smoke of the barbecue shop.

The balcony for drying clothes was outside the living room, facing the bathroom, and he needed to walk around among the scattered furniture and rubbish.

In the refrigerator is the rice cooked for the old lady in the morning. It seems that it has been reheated once at noon, and the rice porridge is so soft that no grains can be seen.

Han Yu walked to the living room with the bowl in his hand, first helped up the glass tea table with a broken corner on the ground, put the bowl on it, and went to the door to turn off the light.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of dripping water from the school uniform hanging on the balcony, and Han Yu's restrained swallowing.

The mouthfeel of cold porridge is not very good, like melted rubber, which makes people's throats swell and their hearts feel empty.

Han Yu drank half a bowl of porridge, put down the bowl, and called Han Zhiyong.

The opposite side received it very quickly.

"One more round..." Han Zhiyong didn't know which poker table he was at again, so he probably answered the phone without checking the caller ID, "Hello."

Han Yu said succinctly, "Don't come back while I'm not here to spoil you."

There was a moment of silence on the other side, and when he spoke again, his voice overshadowed the sound of mahjong shuffling, "Why are you talking to your father! I wish my mother would come back when and when! You..."

"I'll just say this once," Han Yu interrupted him calmly, "Grandma is not in good health these days."

"You son of a bitch has grown up, right?" Han Zhiyong skillfully began to piss off, "You are the only one who is filial! Then when will you come here to be filial to your father?"

Han Yu has heard these words since he was a child, and now he is basically immune, allowing Han Zhiyong to scold hysterically on the phone for a long time.

There was also a faint voice of persuasion on the phone, such as, "Don't care about it like a child", "Don't let people see the joke" and the like.

Han Yu just thought it was ridiculous.

Han Zhiyong had already made people laugh so much that he couldn't even hold his head up when he took Han Yu out. If this group of people really didn't want to see the joke, they would have blown Han Zhiyong out a long time ago.

"I won't leave money for grandma in the future," Han Yu heard the commotion over there a little less, "It's the same when you come back and spend a few more times."

"I'll beat you to death!" Han Zhiyong became impatient when he heard that Han Yu didn't leave any money for the old lady, "A white-eyed wolf that you don't know well, is as cheap as your mother whore!"

At the beginning, Han Yu just listened quietly. After Han Zhiyong finished his last sentence, he tightened his fingers on the phone, but then let it go quickly, "There is no more money, you can figure it out."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Before the communication ended, he vaguely heard Han Zhiyong still yelling.

In the past, Han Yu lived in this kind of yelling and cursing every day. When he opened the door, the smell of alcohol and nicotine always greeted him.

Earlier, the "bitch mother" Han Zhiyong called was still at home. At that time, apart from alcohol and nicotine, home also represented the endless crying of women.

Han Yu could no longer remember what she looked like, and occasionally dreamed that it was just a pair of teary eyes. Neighbors said that Han Yu looked like Han Zhiyong everywhere, only a pair of eyes followed her mother.

Han Yu picked up the bowl and drank a few mouthfuls of cold porridge, trying to recall his state of mind at that time.

He was 8 years old when his mother left.

He probably didn't cry, maybe he was just a little disappointed, why didn't his mother take him with her when she left.

But even so, Han Yu couldn't agree with Han Zhiyong's saying that she was a "bitch". After all, she stayed in this house for so long because of Han Yu.

Han Yu drank the porridge in a few sips, went to the kitchen to clean the dishes, and returned to the living room.

The small living room was tossed like a garbage dump where debris was piled up. A few wooden chairs that were originally unstable fell to the ground with missing legs and broken backs.

Han Yu picked up the furniture that could still be used and put it away, and piled up the unrepairable furniture at the door to be thrown away tomorrow, and then took a broom to sweep the floor.

Han Zhiyong kicked over the trash can, and some waste paper was stained with water and stuck to the floor, so he had to shovel it away with a dustpan.

After tidying up the living room, he took his schoolbag and went upstairs. The stairs in the attic were trembling and high, and there was a lock outside the door, so the disabled man dared not enter even if he couldn't get up.

Han Yu opened the door and sat down on the wooden floor without turning on the light.

A certain piece of the old floor was loose, and it creaked under the weight, like a hoarse chant in the throat of a terminally ill patient.

He closed his eyes and saw a patch of green collar.

He has only seen one boy who can look good in that color.