the moon in the attic

On the second day of the holiday at No. [-] Middle School, Xing Yihua also came back, and they made an appointment at the hot pot restaurant where they ate for the first time.

Yan Yang didn't act like a monster this time, and sat honestly by the non-spicy pot, and Han Yu followed him.

"Eh? Brother Yu," Gao Chen couldn't help but yawned when he saw the two of them getting close, "I remember you can eat spicy food."

Han Yu looked at Yan Yang first, and then said, "I've gotten angry recently."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted at the door, "Damn it! It's too fucking hot outside!"

I haven't seen him for a few months, but Xing Yihua has changed a lot.

A few days before his holiday, he came directly from home, wearing short-sleeved shorts, his hair was cut very short, and he was much darker.

Gao Chen blinked and asked Yan Yang, "Who is this Heitan?"

Xing Yihua walked over and patted him on the back, and said with a smile, "Your grandfather."

Gao Chen scolded him with a smile, "Why is it so dark?"

Xing Yihua loves sports, and he was already tanned, but this time he came back as if he just came out of a coal factory, his whole body was shiny black.

"Our school is by the sea, and I went surfing with my roommate a few days ago." Xing Yihua sat next to Ji Hao, first touched the outer wall of his cup, "I almost died of the sun."

Ji Hao smiled, took a bottle of water and handed it to him.

Xing Yihua unscrewed the bottle and drank half of it, Yan Yang asked, "Where's your hair?"

Xing Yihua raised his hand and scratched his scalp, "Isn't this... my hair?"

A table of people started laughing wildly, and Xing Yihua laughed for a while and said, "That school is very perverted, and the length of boys' hair can't exceed two centimeters."

He said and pointed at Yan Yang, "Young master's carefully groomed hairstyle won't last a day over there."

Yan Yang denied, "Born with beauty, I didn't take care of it."

Xing Yihua scolded him for being narcissistic, and continued, "I'm too lazy to cut it all the time, so I just shaved it."

He looks handsome, with deep eyebrows and eyes, but his cropped hair suits him unexpectedly.

Several people chatted for a while, Xing Yihua turned to look at Han Yu, and asked the same question as Gao Chengang, "Brother Yu, I remember you can eat spicy food?"

Gao Chen couldn't hold back, burst out laughing, and before Han Yu could speak, he said, "Brother Yu is on fire."

"Huh? Really?" Xing Yihua still looked at Han Yu.

Han Yu squeezed Yan Yang's hand calmly under the table, and said on his usual face, "Well, I got angry."

Everyone at the table talked a lot except Han Yu, who hadn't seen Xing Yihua for too long, and talked for more than two hours during a meal.

At the end of the show, Gao Chen suggested, "Go to sing?"

Xing Yihua was the first to agree, "Let's go!"

Yan Yang looked at Han Yu, "Are you going to be okay for a while?"

"It's okay." Han Yu said.

Gao Chen glanced at the two of them, and sighed bitterly, "Are you two bound together? Young Master, if Brother Yu doesn't go, why don't you go?"

Yan Yang smiled, and raised his chin towards Ji Hao, "Not all of them, I'll go if Hao Hao goes."

"What about me!" Gao Chen deliberately squeezed between Yan Yang and Han Yu, putting his arms around each shoulder.

Yan Yang thought he was hot, and pushed him away with a look of disgust, "You can't."

"Damn it! Yan Yang, you really see... heavy..." The two words Gao Chen wanted to say were too directional, so he closed his mouth in desperation, and went to talk next to Han Yu again.

Ji Hao didn't have any objections either. When a few people were standing in front of the hot pot restaurant to take a taxi, Gao Chen picked up which pot was left unopened, "Master, if you want to ride a bike, one of them can just sit down."

There are five of them and they can only take two cars.

Yan Yang squeezed Han Yu's fingers secretly, and said to Gao Chen with a smile, "You don't care about me."

Gao Chen opened the singing this time, and Yan Yang asked Han Yu with a smile, "Is listening to Gao Chen singing live more terrible than the video?"

Gao Chen shot him a look, Yan Yang threw him a bottle of water, Han Yu nodded with a smile.

Xing Yihua was holding a mobile phone to send a message, his fingers moved quickly, Ji Hao raised his head and said silently, "There is a fight."

Yan Yangsheng was afraid of being affected by the quarrel, so he dragged Han Yu to hide on the small sofa near the door, chatting casually.

Several people had dinner together again in the evening, Yan Yang decided not to return home at night, and followed Han Yu back home.

Both of them smelled of the same shower gel. Yan Yang was wearing Han Yu's T-shirt and Han Yu's shorts. When he bent his legs, the trousers slid down, revealing the edges of Han Yu's black boxers.

Yan Yang's breathing became heavy, and he reached out to untie the drawstring around Han Yu's waist, "I miss you so much."

He has hardly been here since April, and at this age, he can't hold back his anger.

Han Yu was also very excited, bowing his head and kissing him constantly.

Yan Yang focused all his attention on his hands and Han Yu's hands, and after snorting a few times, he suddenly called softly, "Brother Han Han?"

Han Yu: "Huh?"

Yan Yang raised his arm to cover his eyes, and asked after a while, "Do you... want to?"

Han Yu's movements paused slightly, his voice was hoarse, "...I want to."

"How about..." Yan Yang opened his mouth but couldn't continue, embarrassment, yearning, nervousness and shyness intertwined and he lost his voice.

Han Yu is not much better than him, but his reason is still there, "It seems that I can't directly... right?"

Yan Yang lowered his arms, his eyes were flushed, and he said bravely, "It should be prepared in advance."

Han Yu's Adam's apple slid several times, leaned forward to kiss Yan Yang, and said with difficulty, "Wait a little longer."

Yan Yang was puzzled, "What's the matter? Don't you also... think about it?"

Han Yu lost his voice, and after a while he said in an erratic tone, "You are not of age."

The blood on Yan Yang's face spread to his neck, and he raised his hand to cover his face, and let out a sound from between his fingers, "Damn."

Han Yu laughed softly, Yan Yang's embarrassment was lost by his laughter, and he just broke the jar, "Anyway, my birthday is next month."

Now he became Han Yu in embarrassment, his movements slowed down, and he said vaguely after a while, "Ah, yes."

Yan Yang laughed at him again, "Can you?"

Han Yu pretended to be stupid, "Can something work?"

"After the birthday..." Yan Yang leaned into his ear and said a few words.

Han Yu's face turned red immediately, and his breathing became extremely heavy, and his panting while buried in Yan Yang's neck was scalding hot.

He tried to change the subject, "I haven't figured out what gift to give you yet."

"Don't prepare," Yan Yang refused to let him go, "Isn't this ready-made?"

"I want you." Yan Yang said.

As he spoke, he made himself extremely ashamed again, secretly spurning his willpower, and then turned his head to kiss Han Yu.

Han Yu said, "This doesn't count."

Yan Yang's heart missed another beat, "I don't need anything else."

Han Yu said honestly, "Actually, I have a lot of things I want to give you, but I can't afford them now. I don't think I'm good enough for you..."

"Brother Han Han," Yan Yang interrupted him, "Not everything with a clearly marked price is considered a gift. I like you, and I like everything you give me."

Han Yu is very poor and has no money to buy good things for Yan Yang, but Yan Yang has nothing to do with him, so he even likes his half-written draft paper.

Yan Yang said, "I feel romantic when you buy me mineral water."

Han Yu's life is muddy, and his romance is covered with dust, so every ounce of his love is spotless.

Han Yu didn't know these thoughts of Yan Yang, but when he was with Yan Yang, he caught a glimpse of the light, so all the hard work along the way can be regarded as experience.

Yan Yang is in his eyes, heart, blood, and bones.

Han Yu is worthless, but if Yan Yang wants it, Han Yu thinks there is nothing wrong with it.

Han Yu said, "That's for you and me."

The attic contained loud muffled grunts, gasps, creaking wooden floors and chaotic heartbeats.

Enthusiasm churns endlessly, and love is also firm.

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twelve three:

give you me