the moon in the attic

When Gao Chen received Han Yu's call, he was quite shocked.

"So Yan Yang's family disagrees?" Gao Chen felt a little inconceivable after hearing Han Yu's words.

Han Yu: "Yes."

He added, "I can't reach him."

"Ah," Gao Chen quickly understood, "I'm going to find him, do you want me to bring you something?"

Unexpectedly, Han Yu said, "No need."

"Ah?" Gao Chen said, "Then I..."

"His father made a move that day," Han Yu said softly, "Just look at him, is the injury healed?"

"Do it?" Gao Chen was stunned for a moment. He and Yan Yang had known each other since childhood, and both parents were familiar with each other. He had the impression that Yan Haichuan was a very good-tempered person.

If you are really angry enough to do it, then the situation is simply too serious.

Gao Chen's face darkened, "I'll go there tomorrow morning."

He went to Yan Yang's house early the next morning. He guessed right. The situation in Yan Yang's house was indeed not optimistic. Chen Jingru and Yan Haichuan, who were usually too busy to see anyone, stayed at home. Chen Jingru seemed to be sick.

Gao Chen was confused, Yan Haichuan said at this moment, "Chenchen go up first, Yan Yang is in the room."

"Oh." Gao Chen responded and walked upstairs, he suddenly wondered if he shouldn't have come.

He sighed, raised his hand and knocked on the door, before he could speak, he heard Yan Yang say in the room, "I don't agree."

Gao Chen frowned, then continued to knock on the door, "I am Gao Chen."

In the next second, the door of Yan Yang's room was opened vigorously, and Gao Chen was caught off guard and came face to face with Yan Yang who was running over.

He sneaked in the door, took a closer look at Yan Yang, and asked in a low voice, "How did you make it like this?"

The slap print on Yan Yang's right face is no longer very visible, but his complexion is fair, and even a little red looks dazzling. In addition, the bloodshot eyes in his eyes are also very scary.

Yan Yang said indifferently, "I didn't sleep well."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to ask Gao Chen, "Han Yu asked you to come?"

"Well," Gao Chen pulled Yan Yang to the table and sat down, saw a ointment on the table, "Have you applied the ointment?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Yan Yang said, "How is Han Yu?"

He never left Han Yu for a word, Gao Chen squeezed some medicine in his hand and moved towards it, Yan Yang wanted to hide, but Gao Chen angrily pulled him back, "How do I know?"

The ointment was a little hot when pressed on the face, Yan Yang hissed, "Why don't you know, didn't he ask you to come?"

Gao Chen found a piece of paper and wiped his hands, "Brother Yu, you don't know what kind of character you are. If he doesn't tell me, will I know?"

After he finished speaking, seeing Yan Yang's face was cold, he added helplessly, "He couldn't help looking for me, and he probably worried about you."

Yan Yang pursed his lips and asked Gao Chen, "Did he ask you to say anything to me?"

"No." Gao Chen glanced at him, "Let me see if you were beaten."

"No." Yan Yang said quickly.

Gao Chen looked at his face suspiciously, Yan Yang added, "I did it that night, my skin is not good, and it healed slowly."

Gao Chen rolled up the paper towels he had just wiped his hands and threw them into the trash can, "It took a lot of effort."

Yan Yang lowered his eyes, and after a while stretched out his hand to Gao Chen, "Use your phone for me."

Gao Chen looked at the door, Yan Yang walked over to lock the door, and explained to him, "The conversation with my parents broke down, and the phone was confiscated."

"Why is it so tense?" Gao Chen handed over the phone.

Yan Yang took it and made a call. Just as he was about to say something, the call got through. Yan Yang hurriedly said, "Brother Han Han, me."

Han Yu was stunned on the other end of the phone, Yan Yang said, "Gao Chen is here, I have his cell phone."

"Well," Han Yu asked softly, "are you okay?"

Yan Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, "It's good, my parents are almost done talking, and their attitude is not so tough anymore."

After he finished speaking, he looked away at Gao Chen's disapproving gaze as if nothing had happened.

Han Yu thought, lying.

Seeing that Han Yu didn't speak, Yan Yang smiled and said, "I can go out in two days, and then you can make me sweet and sour short ribs, I want to eat."

Listening to his nonchalant tone, Han Yu's heart felt as if a hole had been pierced by an ice pick. It was both cold and painful. Every time Yan Yang said something, he felt more uncomfortable.

He watched everything go in the worst direction, dragging the people he likes to suffer with him, but there was nothing he could do.

Yan Yang gave him precious and unique love, indulged his sensitivity, inferiority and all shortcomings, Han Yu thought, what did I give him?

Yan Yang talked for a while, then asked Han Yu, "Why don't you talk?"

Han Yu was silent again for a long time, and after a long time, he asked softly, "Baa, are we wrong?"

Yan Yang blinked and said in disbelief, "What?"

Yan Yang felt extremely embarrassed at once, and was even slapped in the street, cut off the communication and locked up at home. Han Yu's words made him so embarrassed.

Han Yu asked this sentence, which made him feel that his persistence was a bit ridiculous, and he couldn't help asking, "Han Yu, what are you talking about?"

Han Yu didn't answer anything, Yan Yang said, "Don't let me hear you say that again."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone and handed the phone back to Gao Chen.

His face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed. Gao Chen asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Yang quickly closed his eyes, as if if he slowed down, the water inside would not be able to hold back.

He walked to the table and sat down, with his back turned to Gao Chen, no expression could be seen, Gao Chen could only see his fingers clenched tightly on the table.

After a while, Yan Yang said softly, "Han Yu seems to want to give up."

When Li Dai came to pick up the old lady, Han Yu had already packed his things.

The old lady was very embarrassed about the fact that she was going to live at Li Dai's house for no reason, and she was still hesitating when she was about to get in the car, "I'd better not go."

"Grandma, don't worry," Li Dai helped her put things into the trunk, "don't see me like this."

The old lady looked at Han Yu nervously, and Han Yu helped her into the car, "Just a few days, I will pick you up in a few days."

"Yuyu," she took Han Yu's hand, "tell me the truth, what happened to your father?"

The old lady couldn't be angry or anxious, Han Yu only told her that Han Zhiyong owed money, and a creditor came to her these days.

Li Dai got into the driver's seat, glanced at Han Yu, and interjected, "Anything can be resolved, but if you stay at home, Han Yu still has to take care of you, and you want to go back to the hospital again?"

The words are not harsh, although the old lady is embarrassed to live with peace of mind, but she is indeed a burden at home, but she can't feel at ease if she is asked to wait.

Hearing this, she looked at Han Yu again.

Han Yu helped her fasten her seat belt, "At most, I just come to the house to smash it. Didn't I come here often before?"

The old lady lowered her eyes, raised her hand and wiped her eyes for a while, "Then you..."

"I'll call the police if I have something to do," Han Yu interrupted him, "It's not the money I owe, they won't go too far."

He looked at Li Dai again, "Brother, I will trouble you these few days."

Li Dai waved his hand, "You're welcome."

After watching Li Dai turn the corner, Han Yu went upstairs again.

After sweeping around the house, he began to pack his things.

You don't know when it will be smashed, why don't you throw this pile of rubbish first.

Usually, he never entered Han Zhiyong's room, as soon as the door was closed, he pretended that there was no such place at home, but today he went to Han Zhiyong's room first.

Han Zhiyong didn't come back very often in the past few years, and he rarely stayed at home. In addition, the room was not ventilated for a long time, and when he opened the door, there was a smell of dust.

The house that Han Zhiyong lives in naturally has the best orientation in the house, and it is when the sun is at its peak in the afternoon, when the quilt is shaken, there is nowhere to hide the dust.

Without changing his expression, Han Yu took off the bed sheet and spread it on the floor, opened the closet, took out all the clothes and threw them on it.

He stood by the bed and looked around, and found that this room was really strange.

He didn't dare to enter when he was a child, and he didn't want to enter when he grew up. He just passed away like this, and he seemed to have really forgotten that there was this room at home.

Han Yu took a photo of the pile of clothes on the ground with his mobile phone and sent it to Han Zhiyong, "I'll throw it downstairs in a while, and you can pick it up if you still want it."

He didn't care whether Han Zhiyong replied after posting, and continued to pack other things.

At the end of packing, he opened the drawer of Han Zhiyong's bedside table.

After pouring out the contents of the drawer, a photo fell lightly to the ground. Han Yu picked it up and looked at the people in the photo.

This is a group photo, Han Zhiyong and the woman are sitting side by side on the sofa, Han Yu, who is still a baby, is held in the arms of the woman, and seems to be crying.

Han Yu only took a few glances, then put all the things in the drawer into a garbage bag, thought for a while, and threw the photo into it.

The baby in the photo should not have imagined that it is so difficult to live.

In fact, before he entered high school, there were not many debt collectors. Although Han Zhiyong gambled at that time, he was not exposed to any big gambling games. At most, he played mahjong and poker with relatively high amounts.

Han Zhiyong didn't have a job, and he always felt that he could make himself a rich man in the next round of cards. Han Yu thought about it carefully, but he couldn't think of what the whole family depended on at that time.

Han Zhiyong's room looked empty, but in fact there were quite a lot of things. After he packed everything up, the sun was not so strong anymore.

Sitting on the floor of Han Zhiyong's room, he couldn't help but wonder what Han Zhiyong was thinking when he was in this room. He thought for a moment, is he actually a person with a family?

But he was not Han Zhiyong, so he couldn't guess his psychology at all.

The mobile phone next to it kept vibrating. Han Yu glanced at it and ignored it.

It was nothing more than Han Zhiyong seeing that he was about to throw away his things, so he became angry and called to curse.

The phone rang twice, and the caller seemed to have lost his patience, and finally quieted down.

The next second, there was a knock on the door of the house.

Han Yu frowned and ignored it. He stood up and took all the things in Han Zhiyong's room out and threw them on the living room floor.

The knock on the door continued, and Han Yu walked over impatiently and opened the door.

The moment he opened the door, he froze.

Yan Yang's cell phone was stuck to his ear, and Han Yu's cell phone in the room rang again.

Han Yu stared at Yan Yang for a while, and after confirming that it was not a dream, he lowered his head.

A large suitcase stood at Yan Yang's feet.

"Baa baa," Han Yu subconsciously said, "Why are you here?"

Yan Yang stared at him for a while, and the circles of his eyes slowly turned red.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Han Yu's mind, and finally came to a more realistic guess. Yan Yang's transfer procedures were completed, and he was leaving.

But he pushed Han Yu away, moved the suitcase into the house, and whispered, "Elope."

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have a rest tomorrow