the moon in the attic

On the day Han Yu left, Cheng Zhuo came to pick him up. Because he was worried that the old man would be at home by himself, Cheng Zhuo took the old lady along with him. Yan Yang briefly met Han Yu, his cousin.

Cheng Zhuo loves to joke, and calls Yan Yang "little brother and sister" when they meet, but Han Yu looks coldly at him for a few times before giving up.

Yan Yang didn't think there was anything wrong with him, and laughed with him, then watched them leave.

The day after Han Yu left, Yan Yang's work also started.

He found a part-time job in a coffee shop. He had to cashier at the front desk and take care of delivering coffee to the table. He was too busy to take care of anything every day.

At the end of the day, my feet were so painful that I couldn't touch the ground. I was almost adapting to high-intensity work in the first half of the month, and I was able to walk upstairs and downstairs at a brisk pace later.

Fortunately, the boss paid enough salary, so Yan Yang gritted his teeth and worked for more than a month.

Chen Jingru and Yan Haichuan found it incredible that he had a part-time job, but Chen Jingru's performance was fine. Yan Haichuan choked out a sentence for a long time, "Son, do you have a girlfriend? Is the money not enough?"

The two don't go home often, and they don't know about Yan Yang's many nights out, but it has to be said that Yan Haichuan's unintentional words are infinitely close to the truth.

Yan Yang pretended to be calm, "Don't make a fuss, other people's children can work part-time, can't I?"

It's a little easier for Han Yu to be with Cheng Zhuo, but he is also busy until late every day, and the two of them can only make phone calls in the morning and before going to bed.

"Have you bought a ticket?" Yan Yang didn't have a bicycle, so he could only take the subway, and was a little bit untenable.

Han Yu is going to be back in a few days.

"I've bought it," said Han Yu, who was probably on his way to work, with a slightly breathless voice, "The ticket for the 19th."

"I'll pick you up then." Yan Yang said.

"No need to pick up," Han Yu said, "I arrived early, and you haven't got off work yet, so I'll go straight to you."

Han Yu had a short commute, and after chatting with Yan Yang for a while, he was about to hang up the phone. Yan Yang said in the last sentence, "I really think today is the 19th."

At this time, he didn't expect that for a long time to come, he would hate this day the most.

On the 19th, Han Yu said it early, but in fact, after sending grandma home and settling down, Yan Yang was about to leave work.

There was no one in the shop before closing time, Yan Yang could look at his phone when he had time, and was thinking about asking where Han Yu was when the phone rang.

Han Yu: "I'm here."

Yan Yang paused and looked out.

Although he and Han Yu have been in "distance relationship" and "distance relationship" for a long time, it was not until they really became "distance relationship" that Yan Yang realized that those longings before were just trivial matters.

Han Yu stood under the tree, the light was dim, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, so he raised his hand towards him.

Yan Yang's heartbeat suddenly became very fast, and his heart was beating chaotically in his chest cavity. He licked his lips and asked the boss for leave before leaving, "Sister, I'll go out for a while."

The boss waved his hand, and Yan Yang ran out without taking off his apron.

Han Yu felt Yan Yang plunge into his arms in a blink of an eye.

"Damn," Yan Yang lowered his voice, rubbed against Han Yu's neck viciously a few times, and murmured, "I miss you so much."

Han Yu raised his arms and hugged him, "Aren't you off work yet?"

Yan Yang raised his head and glared at him, but didn't speak.

Han Yu looked at him for a while, then took him to a dark place under the tree, lowered his head as if he wanted to kiss him, but because of the crowd, he gave up, and said, "I miss you too."

Only then did Yan Yang feel comfortable, and realized that it was really inappropriate for two boys on the street to hug each other, so he let go of Han Yu and glanced at his phone, "It's off work."

He was still wearing the work clothes in the store, a brown half apron, pinched to a very thin waist, Han Yu's eyes darkened, and he looked away without a trace.

Although Han Yu always had an indifferent face, Yan Yang could see through what he was thinking at a glance, and poked him unkindly, "Do you think I am very handsome, have a particularly good figure, and are very sexy?"

Han Yu: "Yes."

"I'm the face of our store," Yan Yang said intentionally, "You don't know how many girls come to the store because of me."

Han Yu opened his mouth to say something, but felt that he was narrow-minded and didn't speak, so he squeezed Yan Yang's hand.

Yan Yang smiled and held hands for a while, "You came back so early, and your cousin let you go?"

Han Yu said, "He didn't have much use for me."

Yan Yang teased him, "Then did you get a client?"

Han Yu looked a little unnatural, and lowered his head slightly, "No, my mouth is too stupid."

Yan Yang thought his embarrassed expression was very cute, and he asked with a smile, "Then did you make any money?"

"I made it," Han Yu said with no showy expression on his face, "They raised ideas, and it just so happened that my idea was adopted."

"Oh," Yan Yang said intentionally, "Master of Creativity."

Han Yu's ears turned red, and he was a little embarrassed by what he said. He turned his face away and didn't want to look at him, but quickly turned his eyes back to meet him.

Yan Yang wished he could kiss him right now, rubbed his arm as if venting his anger, and asked, "What birthday present did Master prepare for boyfriend?"

The corner of Han Yu's mouth slightly raised, "Guess."

Yan Yang deliberately said, "Could it be that you haven't bought it yet?"

"No." Han Yu said.

Yan Yang touched his pocket, it was very flat, he frowned and thought about it, but couldn't figure out where else to put it, so he asked, "Where is it?"

Han Yu took out his phone, took out a black card the size of a business card from the back of the phone case, and handed it to Yan Yang.

The texture of the card is very good. The image of a room is outlined with white lines on the surface of the card, and Yan Yang's name is written in bronzing fonts at one corner.

Yan Yang blinked and asked puzzledly, "What is this?"

Han Yu said, "Cheng Zhuo's exhibition studio can hold exhibitions for ordinary individuals, providing long-term rental of exhibition halls or panes, but the exhibits are only open to designated people at designated times, and you need this card to view them."

"I asked for a pane and rented it for 10 years," Han Yu said, "but because I came up with this idea, I didn't ask for my rent. I put the gift for you in it, and you need to go there when it expires." Look, when the time comes..."

Because he was a little excited, he spoke faster than usual, but before he finished speaking, he realized that he seemed to have given Yan Yang an unsafe safe, and he could only read it after 10 years.

Han Yu: "..."

Yan Yang: "..."

The two looked at each other, Han Yu lowered his head, Yan Yang looked at him for a while, couldn't help it, and laughed unscrupulously.

Han Yu's ears were flushed, and he wanted to take the card back from Yan Yang's hand. He said in a panic, "I really don't know how to give gifts, do I, I... I will prepare again."

Yan Yang avoided his hand, picked up the card, and asked him dumbfounded, "What do you think?"

Han Yu sighed, and was about to say directly, "I put..."

Yan Yang decisively raised his hand to cover his mouth, "Don't say it! Don't say it! I will go and see for myself."

Han Yu's expression was annoyed, but because Yan Yang refused to let him speak, he had no choice but to nod to show that he understood.

He said guiltily, "I'm sorry, I've never given you a gift, and I finally gave it once, and I messed it up."

Yan Yang came down seriously, with a gentle expression, "Thank you, I like it very much."

Han Yu looked down at him in bewilderment for a while, then pushed him by the shoulder to let him go back to the store, "Come home with me today?"

Yan Yang followed his strength and walked a few steps, then suddenly turned around and hugged him, and kissed him in this posture, still plausibly saying, "It doesn't matter."

At ten o'clock in the evening, there is a busy street in the distance, and a commercial area with customers in and out nearby. A summer worker in a cafe's overalls is kissing under a tree with his lover who has been busy all the way.

The smell of washing powder on Han Yu's body was not the one that Yan Yang was familiar with, and Yan Yang's body also turned into the bitter aroma of coffee. Han Yu said vaguely, "I really miss you."

The moonlight was very bright, and the wind blew up at night. They only cared about venting their misses and loves, but they didn't know that all unexpected accidents often happened at this time.

When someone interrupted, Yan Yang even forgot to let go of Han Yu's hand.

Chen Jingru and Yan Haichuan stood not far from them, staring at them blankly.

Chen Jingru's eyes were red, Yan Haichuan asked indifferently, "Yan Yang, what are you doing?"