the moon in the attic

When Yan Yang was called to stop, Han Yu hadn't reacted yet, but Han Yu took the lead. He supported Yan Yang's shoulders, and the two stood side by side.

Yan Yang opened his mouth, and before he had time to call his parents, he was slapped by Doutou.

Yan Haichuan moved so fast that Yan Yang didn't even see how he got here. When he realized what happened, he was unconscious from the pain from the base of his ears to his chin.

He just tilted his head like this, lowered his eyes, only the checkered bricks laid horizontally and Yan Haichuan's polished leather shoes were in his vision.

About five seconds later, Chen Jingru's unbelievable voice and Han Yu's eager shout came into his ears, but he couldn't tell what they were saying.

At this moment, he was actually thinking that when he was with Han Yu, he thought "my parents shouldn't object." He thought, shit, it's a shame to make a mistake in judgment.

Standing alone for a while, Yan Yang raised his head, his eyes swept across the faces of Chen Jingru and Yan Haichuan, and then fell back to the face of Han Yu beside him.

Han Yu's eyes were full of anxiety, Yan Yang looked at Yan Haichuan, "Dad, let Han Yu go home first."

"I don't..." Han Yu's denial was interrupted by Yan Yang.

Yan Yang lowered his voice, pretending to be relaxed, "Stupid, they are even angrier when you are here."

"Is it Han Yu?" Yan Haichuan lost his mind to his son, but he was still polite to outsiders, "It's getting late, you go home first, and we can settle our family's affairs by ourselves."

"Uncle," Han Yu asked, "Can I have a few words with Yan Yang?"

Yan Haichuan's jaw was tense, his lips moved a few times, and he even wanted to slap the person who led his son astray, but finally nodded, "Speak."

Han Yu and Yan Yang walked a little further away, Han Yu raised his hand to touch Yan Yang's side face by covering his body, his eyes were filled with distress, "Does it hurt?"

Yan Yang said, "It doesn't hurt at all."

"I'm sorry." Han Yu apologized in a low voice.

"Don't apologize," Yan Yang said, "I said I will always be with you, so I won't be afraid, so where is this?"

Han Yu lowered his head slightly, "Don't be stubborn when you go back, you will push it all on me..."

"I can't push it," Yan Yang said, "If I want to like you myself, no one can stop me."

Han Yu frowned and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yan Yang, "You go back first, my parents are either unreasonable people, or they were scared by us."

Although Yan Yang said so, he was actually very uncertain, not to mention that Yan Haichuan had never hit him, even if he spoke loudly.

But he couldn't say that in front of Han Yu, "Parents, they are more or less traditional, which is normal."

As he spoke, he pushed Han Yu to the side of the road, "Go back quickly and wait for my call."

Han Yu still had a lot to say, but he was afraid that staying here would anger Yan Haichuan and Chen Jingru, so he left in a restless mood.

Yan Yang took off the apron around his waist and said to his parents, "I'm going to put things away."

Up to this moment, he was still pretending to be calm and putting on airs, trying to show his mature and calm side.

At most 2 minutes, Han Yu just disappeared, he couldn't hold his breath anymore, like a paper tiger soaked in water, without any dignity anymore.

The slap from Yan Haichuan was already swollen. After getting in the car, Yan Yang closed his eyes and leaned on the back seat, watching the lights flashing by outside, and unconsciously asked, "Why?"

Yan Haichuan speeded up, and Chen Jingru didn't speak. Yan Yang asked a question with an obvious answer but he had never thought about it.

He thought that it might not be smooth sailing with Han Yu, but he never thought that the seemingly enlightened parents' attitude towards their son as a homosexual was the most difficult variable.

The car drove into the yard, and Aunt Zhang greeted her with a smile on her face, "Have you picked up someone?"

But seeing that the faces of the three were uglier than the other, Chen Jingru's eyes were red, Yan Yang's face was slapped high, and she exclaimed, "What's wrong?"

Yan Haichuan raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, "Sister Zhang, you go to bed first, Jingru and I have something to talk to Yan Yang."

Aunt Zhang didn't want to interfere in their education of the children, so she hesitated to answer, and then told him worriedly, "Talk to him if you have something to say, and don't do it again."

Yan Haichuan nodded feebly. The feeling of being picked up and ordered by someone who couldn't control his hand made him tormented in hot oil, and he went back to the room without saying anything.

The three went upstairs to the study room, Yan Haichuan pointed to the small sofa opposite the table, "Sit down."

His tone was dejected, as if it was not Yan Yang who had just been slapped, but him.

Yan Yang took a chair from behind the table and placed it opposite the sofa, sat on it, "Ask."

Chen Jingru and Yan Haichuan sat on the sofa, and the three of them were silent for a long time. When Yan Yang began to think seriously about whether what happened tonight was a hallucination, Yan Haichuan opened his mouth.

He only said two words, "Separate."

Yan Yang said, "No."

Chen Jingru has been a strong woman for half her life, always elegant and strong, but this time she can't say a word, the only ability she has left is to cry, cry non-stop.

Yan Yang felt that he was right for a while, and then felt that he was wrong too much. He was like a child who just learned to speak, he could only say, "Mom, don't cry", and he couldn't give any other words of comfort.

Yan Haichuan took out a tissue and handed it to Chen Jingru, then turned his head and said to Yan Yang, "There is no option of 'no'."

Yan Yang sat on the chair with his head bowed. Except Yan Haichuan's words couldn't get into his mind, everything else got into his head. Even the texture of the chair, which he hadn't noticed before, became clear now.

He felt that he might be escaping, so he wanted to fight for it.

Yan Yang asked, "Can I ask why?"

Yan Haichuan said, "There is no reason, your mother and I don't accept it."

"I don't think you guys are against homosexuals," Yan Yang said in a steady voice, "Dad, Mom, I think I know you well enough."

Chen Jingru lowered her head and couldn't see her expression. Yan Haichuan almost looked away in a panic, and said after a while, "The fact is that we are very traditional and cannot accept it."

"Then I'll say it straight," Yan Yang said, "I won't be separated from Han Yu."

Yan Haichuan patted the coffee table immediately, and the muffled sound of the wooden coffee table filled the study room. He pointed at Yan Yang and said, "Speak well."

The windows were closed tightly, the air conditioner was not turned on in the study room, and the air was stuffy and stagnant. Yan Yang tugged at his neckline, feeling like he had fallen into the water, only feeling suffocated. -Sakura-

In an instant, he thought of many people and many things, and finally stopped on Yan Wei's photo album in the cabin. Yan Yang asked, "Who is Lin Yang?"

As soon as he said that, Chen Jingru suddenly raised her head, with tears still hanging on her chin, Yan Haichuan's face changed suddenly.

Yan Yang didn't use interrogative sentences anymore, he asked himself and answered, "Lin Yang is my brother's boyfriend."

Chen Jingru's eyes started to turn red again, and it took only a moment from sobbing softly to covering her face and crying bitterly, Yan Haichuan's voice trembled, "How do you know Lin Yang?"

Meeting the eyes of the two, Yan Yang felt as if a small knife was cutting his own flesh in his chest. At one moment, he felt that he deserved death for forcing his parents to this position, and at the same time, he felt happy.

He said, "Now I just want to know your attitude at that time."

This is an easy question to answer, but no one gave Yan Yang an answer.

When something is unclear and they don’t want to lie, the most common method used by adults is to change the subject or avoid talking about it. Yan Haichuan chose the latter.

Yan Haichuan said, "We're talking about you now."

For some reason, Yan Yang breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what he said, because there could only be one reason why Yan Haichuan changed the subject, and that was that they agreed at the time.

But Yan Yang also felt more desperate.

Because he is completely different from his brother.

Yan Wei liked someone and was with someone, and his parents agreed, because he was raised by the whole family until he was 22 years old.

Yan Yang is in good health and likes a certain boy, so he is opposed.

Yan Haichuan said, "If you can't be cruel, I'll help you."

Yan Yang looked up at him, "What are you going to do?"

"I'll give you one night to clarify with him," Yan Haichuan said, "There is a good high school over there at the branch office, and you will transfer there next semester."

With a bang, Yan Yang heard the sound of the dam of reason breaking, and his impulse drowned him.

Yan Yang stood up from the chair in an instant, and shouted, "Why! Why did you do this! Have you ever been in charge of me since I was a child? How many times can you come back a year? Now you just tell me to leave? I Do not turn!"

"Whoever likes to retweet!" Yan Yang vented and still felt that it was not enough, "I just like men! I am gay! I just want to be with Han Yu! You can either beat me to death! Or just leave it like before I!"

He turned around and kicked the swivel chair. The chair hit the table and bounced back. He hissed, "How did my brother die!"

Yan Haichuan's slap was raised high, and then fell heavily. He almost roared, "Shut up!"

Yan Haichuan's second slap tonight still fell on Yan Yang's face. It was like a pause, marking the end of tonight's farce.

There was only deathly silence in the study.

"Yan Yang." Chen Jingru spoke at this time without warning.

"Yan Wei left us," her tone was still gentle, trying to avoid words that would make people feel sad, "it was indeed because of a heart attack."

She said, "About Lin Yang, I can also tell you."

"Jingru!" Yan Haichuan's hurried words were interrupted by Chen Jingru raising his hand.

Chen Jingru's hair was slightly disheveled, her expression was calm and numb, Yan Yang met her gaze, and suddenly an unreasonable panic overwhelmed him.

In a trance, he heard Chen Jingru say, "Lin Yang committed suicide because of your brother."

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