the moon in the attic

Since working part-time, Yan Yang felt more and more that he didn't have enough time.

In the past, there were not so many things to do, and I felt that a day was more than 24 hours long, but now I wish I could break 1 minute into 2 minutes.

He never thought before that the flow of time would change.

In the past, a day represented eight classes, two evening self-study sessions and at least half an hour of getting along with Han Yu, but now it was Han Yu passing by his window three or two times, and then the moon rose, and they said good night to each other.

Everyone is like a small cog in a clock, being driven to roll through the scorching sun in May, the scorching sun in June, and the emergence of July.

When the final hand-in bell rang, Yan Yang realized belatedly that the sophomore year ended unexpectedly.

The Qiong Yao drama is no longer shown in Grandpa Gang Jing's store, and the family ethics mediation column is changed to it.

Yan Yang got to know Grandpa Gang Jing well, and every time he came, there would be a little maza, and Han Yu would stand beside him to chat with him, watch TV, and argue with the old gang fine.

Yan Yang leaned on the freezer, "When are you leaving?"

"Next Tuesday." Han Yu said.

Not long ago, Cheng Zhuo called Han Yu and told him that if there was no arrangement for the summer vacation, he hoped that he could work part-time in his company.

Cheng Zhuo and his friends jointly opened an environmental protection company, which is very profitable. This year, they also established an exhibition design studio, which is currently in the initial stage.

Han Yu couldn’t really help him there, but Cheng Zhuo said that the company didn’t have many clients, and while offering him a basic salary, he would get a commission if he got a client. It was obvious that he wanted to help him, and Han Yu couldn’t refuse such an offer. .

It's just that after he left, he couldn't meet Yan Yang during the holidays.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and said softly, "I won't be back until late August."

In the past few years, No. [-] Middle School has adjusted its teaching plan. There are no make-up classes during the summer vacation, and the school only starts in September. Han Yu has already come back very early.

Yan Yang asked with a smile, "Are you here specially to celebrate my birthday?"

Yan Yang's birthday is August 8th.

Han Yu admitted, "Yes."

Yan Yang squeezed Han Yu's calf under the cover of his schoolbag, playing a hooligan, "Then I'll wait for you."

Han Yu leaned against him again, and Yan Yang leaned on Han Yu's lap, pointed at the TV, "Why didn't I understand? Why did they want a divorce?"

Han Yu held water for him, took a look at it, and said concisely, "My wife is cheating."

"Oh," Yan Yang took the water from his hand, unscrewed it and took a sip, "Then why doesn't the mother want her son to divorce?"

Han Yu said, "His wife is cheating on his brother-in-law, and his mother is his stepmother."

"Ah," Yan Yang sighed, "This family is going too far, bullying honest people."

"Not honest," Han Yu said solemnly, "He has no job and has to live on his stepmother's pension."

"Then why..." Before Yan Yang finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old gangster.

"Can't you watch it by yourself? Why do you watch so much TV? If you don't understand, he will tell you? Doesn't he watch it himself?"

Yan Yang raised his head and looked at Han Yu, his eyes slightly bent.

coming!A regular program every weekend before the holiday!

Yan Yang said proficiently, "What you said is not right. Why can't I understand that he can't tell me? You are not him, how do you know that he doesn't want to tell me? If he doesn't want to read it, just Want to tell me?"

When the old gangster met his opponent, he said with a flushed face, "Then you mean he doesn't want to watch it, he just watched it to tell you?"

"Yes." Yan Yang twitched his eyes and spoke provocatively and proudly.

"Then it's your fault." The old gangster has many years of experience in bullying and is good at setting people up. "You also know that he doesn't want to watch it. Why do you want to force others? Are you particularly happy to bully him?"

"I didn't bully him, he wanted to see for himself." Yan Yang couldn't help it.

Lao Gangjing took a sip from the big tea mug on the counter, and smiled complacently, "You are contradicting yourself! You said just now that he didn't want to watch it, so why did he want to watch it himself? ?”

Yan Yang: "..."

Without any suspense, the game was still won by Grandpa Gang Jing, and the sheep who had lost ten bars and nine times glared angrily at Han Yu, who was watching the excitement.

Han Yu took another bottle of ice water from the freezer, unscrewed it, and handed it to him, gently pulled the shelf aside, "Grandpa, I want to see it myself, he didn't bully me."

It usually ends here, but today the old gangster is full of energy for some reason, and it seems that he has the intention of pulling Han Yu to fight for another 500 years.

"Speak logically. He said you don't want to see it, you say you want to see it, you want to see it for a while, and you don't want to see it for a while, so what is it..."

"Grandpa," Han Yu interrupted him, and went to scan the QR code to pay, "You're right."

"One dollar and five." The old gangster snorted, and turned his head away from him.

Han Yu looked at the people outside and asked Yan Yang, "Let's go?"

Yan Yang nodded, put away the pony horse and stood behind the refrigerator, said hello to Grandpa Gang Jing and left.

As soon as the cotton curtain was lifted, a wave of heat rushed over him. Yan Yang frowned and hid behind Han Yu, saying coquettishly, "I'm dying from the sun."

Han Yu stood in front of him with a smile, "You follow me well."

Han Yu is taller than when the two first met, but he is still so thin, and Xia Tian's shadow is short, so he can't block anything at all.

Yan Yang shrank behind him, dragged his school uniform and followed him around, laughing and giving orders, "Slow down! Keep your back straight! Arms up!"

There was no one in the school at this time, and the two walked to the door while playing.

Yan Yang looked up at the sky, was stabbed so that he closed his eyes, and said, "It seems to be raining today."

"Really?" Han Yu said, took out his phone and glanced, "It seems to be."

Yan Yang turned his head to look at Han Yu, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, like a fox with cunning eyes.

Han Yu put the phone away, looked at him, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Yan Yang tugged at Han Yu's hand. Han Yu leaned closer, and Yan Yang whispered, "If it's raining, Brother Li will have to go on vacation, right?"

Han Yu froze for a moment, and then said, "Well, it might be a holiday."

Yan Yang narrowed his eyes, dragged him and ran home, "Then I'll go to your place! I won't go back at night!"

Just after six o'clock, the rain that Yan Yang had hoped for for a long time really started to fall.

Just after the summer vacation, the enthusiasm for studying is not high, the two of them nestled in the attic, kissed and touched, and almost lost their temper.

The rain didn't stop until after nine o'clock in the evening. Yan Yang looked weak from excessive indulgence, lying on his back on the floor, staring at the chandelier on the roof in a daze.

"Are you hungry?" Han Yu sat beside him and fanned him with his notebook.

Yan Yang was blinded by the chandelier on the roof, and stretched out his hand to Han Yu, "It's a bit."

Han Yu pulled him up, "It should be cool outside, why don't you go out for a walk?"

"Yeah." Yan Yang said.

The two took a quick shower, put on their shoes and went out lightly.

After the rain, the air was very fresh, the moonlight was bright, and there was a cool wind. The two of them walked along Yinghui Road. Yan Yang suddenly thought of the column he watched at Grandpa Gangjing at noon.

His thoughts diverged, "If I cheated on your brother one day, would you break up with me?"

Han Yu froze for a moment, immediately thought of what he was talking about, and said with certainty, "You won't."

Yan Yang smiled arrogantly, "You know that?"

"Well," Han Yu said, "I know."

"Then what if..." Yan Yang asked again.

"No if," Han Yu didn't let him talk nonsense, "You won't, and I don't have any brothers."

"All right," Yan Yang smiled, "I do have a brother."

"But it's gone now." After he finished speaking, he added.

Han Yu turned his head to look at him, and Yan Yang waved his hands, "I was quite young when my brother was gone, and I didn't understand anything, so I just remember that he was kind to me."

Han Yu raised his hand and rubbed Yan Yang's hair, racked his brains, and only said one thing, "It is said that people who die will become stars."

Yan Yang blinked, and wanted to tell Han Yu that this sentence was so famous that it had no practical comforting effect, but seeing Han Yu's serious expression, he didn't say anything.

He really wanted to tell people about Yan Wei, "Last time I went to my grandma's and saw a photo album."

"Is it your brother's?" Han Yu asked.

"I don't know either," Yan Yang shook his head, "It might be his, or it might be his...boyfriend's."

He said, "I haven't seen that person, but my brother should like him very much."

Han Yu looked at Yan Yang for a while, and said seriously, "I like you very much, too."

Yan Yang laughed and asked intentionally, "Do you just like it?"

Han Yu pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something but was too embarrassed to say so, Yan Yang continued to tease him, "That's not what you said last time when you were drunk."

Last time when he was drunk, Han Yu hugged Yan Yang and said many times, "I love you so much."

Han Yu won't be broken when he's drunk, so he still remembers everything he said. When Yan Yang pointed it out, he felt a little embarrassed, and his ears turned red.

Yan Yang had had enough trouble, and suddenly suggested, "Let's take a photo too."

Han Yu nodded, "Okay."

Yan Yang took out his phone and turned it into a selfie, held the camera far away, and called Han Yu, "Come here."

Han Yu's shoulder touched him, looking at the camera with a serious face, Yan Yang said, "Laugh."

Han Yu smiled cooperatingly, Yan Yang quickly clicked the photo and showed it to Han Yu, who commented, "You look good."

Yan Yang is indeed more photogenic. In comparison, Han Yu is not so camera sense. His expression is a bit unnatural, a smart face with a silly look.

Yan Yang sent the photo to Han Yu, and Han Yu clicked to save and asked, "Do you want to take another photo?"

"I won't shoot anymore," Yan Yang said, "The light is not good at night, next time I will shoot during the day."

They walked a little far, and it was already past 10 o'clock in the evening, Han Yu suggested to go back, Yan Yang followed two steps, and said with a smile, "I can't walk anymore."

Han Yu was slightly startled, and quickly turned around and bent down, "I'll carry you on my back."

Yan Yang originally thought so, when he heard that he jumped on Han Yu's back, Han Yu supported him and walked back slowly.

Han Yu has broad shoulders and obvious bones. Yan Yang lay on his back, yelling nonchalantly, "Brother Han Han."

Han Yu turned his head to look at him, and Yan Yang asked, "What do you want to do after graduation?"

Han Yu's tone was as usual, as if he had rehearsed it many times in his heart, "When I was young, I went to work, and when I was old, I opened a small shop. I sat with you in the shop and watched the love in the deep rain."

Yan Yang's heart softened, and he said intensified, "Freeze me another box of ice water."

Han Yu said, "Freeze in the freezer."

Yan Yang blinked quickly a few times, and called him again, "Han Yu."

Han Yu: "Yes."

Yan Yang: "It's done."

Han Yu: "Well, it's done."

Yan Yang was in a happy mood, shaking his legs dishonestly for a while, and suddenly said, "Take a few steps back."

Han Yu stepped back obediently, and Yan Yang said, "I'll take a picture."

The road is not smooth, and a pair of shadows on the road pose intimately, without borders, can't tell you and me, and nothing can separate them.

Yan Yang framed the shadows of the two in a photo, "We can also make a photo album in the future, and we can sit in a small shop and read it after retirement."

When Yan Yang talked about the origin, he talked a lot, from the dilapidated house on Yinghui Road to a fifty-one bottle of ice water.

Han Yu looked up and saw the moonlight around Yan Yang's ankle, Han Yu interrupted him, "baa baa."

Yan Yang responded with a smile: "Huh?"

Han Yu said, "I love you."

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