the moon in the attic

After Yan Yang entered the door, Han Yu remained standing at the door without moving until Yan Yang asked him, "Aren't you going to close the door?"

Han Yu closed the door and walked to Yan Yang, looking down at him slightly.

Yan Yang changed his shoes on his own, picked up the suitcase and walked in, took two steps and pointed to a pile of packages on the ground and asked, "What is this?"

"Han Zhiyong's things," Han Yu answered reflexively before he realized it. He walked to Yan Yang's side, "baaaaaaaa, come out, does the family know?"

Yan Yang glanced at him, but didn't answer. He walked around the pile of packages with a suitcase, and when he reached grandma's door, Han Yu took the initiative to say, "Grandma isn't staying at home these days."

Yan Yang had no other reaction, he turned straight up the stairs, Han Yu caught up with him, and took the box from him without saying a word.

The two went upstairs one after the other, Yan Yang didn't say hello, he found the two clothes he often wore from the small cabinet where Han Yu put his clothes, took a pair of Han Yu's underwear, and walked downstairs without saying a word.

Han Yu grabbed his wrist and said earnestly, "Baa baa."

Yan Yang looked at him expressionlessly, then withdrew his hand, "I'm taking a bath."

Han Yu grabbed his wrist again, and the two of them were silent for a while, then Han Yu let go, "Have you eaten yet?"

It is more than four o'clock in the afternoon, no matter what meal time is wrong, but Yan Yang shook his head, "I didn't eat."

Han Yu asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Yan Yang's eyes turned red all of a sudden, he threw the clothes in his hand on Han Yu, turned his head, went to sit by the window, and refused to look at Han Yu again.

Han Yu chased after him, knelt down in front of him, and coaxed him in a low voice, "Don't cry."

Yan Yang ignored people, Han Yu was clumsy and tongue-tied, holding the clothes he just caught, and said incoherently, "Go take a bath first? I'll make you what you want to eat."

Yan Yang still refused to speak.

He hung his head very low, Han Yu was tall, he was really twisted when he was half kneeling, he also sat down with Yan Yang, bent over to look at him, "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?"

Yan Yang finally responded, "What do you mean?"

Han Yu paused, knowing what he was asking, and didn't answer right away.

His silence at the moment completely annoyed Yan Yang, Yan Yang snatched the clothes from him, pushed him away and went downstairs, the sound of footsteps hitting the stairs could be heard very angry.

Han Yu chased after him, and coaxed people slowly, "Don't be angry."

Yan Yang stopped in his tracks, turned his head halfway, and said viciously, "Don't follow me!"

Han Yu didn't listen, and kept saying things like telling him not to be angry. Yan Yang went to the bathroom and slapped him outside with a door panel.

Han Yu stood outside the bathroom and knocked lightly on the door twice, but Yan Yang ignored him, so he continued to speak, "I was wrong, I didn't choose what to say, don't be angry."

When the sound of water sounded, Han Yu pressed his forehead against the door, repeating those few words over and over again. Seeing that Yan Yang couldn't hear him, he raised his voice, "What do you want to eat?"

After waiting for a while, there was no other sound except the sound of water. Han Yu went directly to the kitchen. He cooked a bowl of noodles first, and was going to ask Yan Yang to make a cushion.

Yan Yang took a shower very quickly, Han Yu just stepped in when he heard the door of the bathroom slammed, and he hurried out to have a look.

With Han Yu's towel around his neck, Yan Yang looked at him with a cold face.

"I cooked the noodles," Han Yu walked over, seeing that he didn't stop, reached out and took a towel to help Yan Yang wipe his hair, "I'll do something else at night, is that okay?"

Yan Yang glanced at him, but he didn't just walk away, went to the sofa and sat down, allowing Han Yu to brush his hair.

After wiping it a few times, Yan Yang pushed him away, "I'm hungry."

It was only then that Han Yu remembered that the noodles were still cooking in the pot. He glanced at Yan Yang, as if he was afraid that he would stop talking, so he dragged him to the kitchen together.

Yan Yang looked down at Han Yu's tightly grasped hand, and quietly raised the corner of his mouth.

"Vegetable shredded pork noodles," Han Yu asked, "Is it okay?"

Yan Yang had no choice but to hum in his throat, "En."

Han Yu put the vegetables into the pot, squeezed Yan Yang's hand, "Eat first, and get angry later."

Yan Yang had never seen such a stupid person, but he didn't say anything sarcastic when he met Han Yu's worried eyes.

The vegetables had already been sliced ​​before they were put into the pot, so they could be eaten after being boiled. Han Yu turned off the heat and poured the noodles into a big bowl.

Holding a bowl, he asked Yan Yang, "Is it hot, go out quickly."

The kitchen is not well ventilated and there is no range hood. Turning on the fire once in this weather is like entering a steamer. Han Yu is fine, but Yan Yang just took a shower and it started to heat up again.

But he didn't go out immediately, and said firmly, "You dragged me in."

Holding the bowl, Han Yu reluctantly rubbed his shoulder against him, and said softly, "My fault, why don't you go out first?"

Yan Yang then turned his head and walked out.

He swaggered and sat at the dining table. Han Yu put down the bowl and went into the kitchen to get him chopsticks. Yan Yang took the chopsticks and rummaged through the bowl first.

After turning over a few times, his face turned cold again.

Han Yu asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

Yan Yang said, "You didn't release eggs for me, why didn't you release them this time?"

When the two were not together, Yan Yang was not happy. Han Yu cooked noodles for him and even hid a poached egg in the bowl, euphemistically called "coaxing the lamb". This time Yan Yang was so angry, Han Yu But Yu didn't let him go.

Han Yu explained, "There are no eggs at home, so I didn't have time to buy them."

Yan Yang looked at him, and Han Yu said affirmatively, "Really."

Only then did Yan Yang eat the noodles slowly.

Han Yu's cooked noodles are delicious. Yan Yang hasn't eaten properly for the past few days, and today he has been hungry since morning. After eating half a bowl of noodles, his stomach feels much better.

Han Yu sat across from him, staring at him intently.

Yan Yang seldom gets angry, and even less frequently loses his temper. He often resolves it before he has time to brew it. This is the first time Han Yu has seen him so angry.

The cause was Han Yu's phrase "Are we really wrong?" on the phone that day.

When Han Yu coaxed Yan Yang, he told him that he was indiscriminate in his words, but he didn't even dare to think about whether he was indiscriminate in words, or whether he really had such thoughts.

He always knew that he was not decisive enough to deal with his feelings, and sitting opposite Yan Yang at this moment, this thought reached its peak in an instant.

If Yan Yang wasn't with him, he wouldn't have to quarrel with his parents, wouldn't be dragged down by him, and wouldn't have to sit in a room without air conditioning on a hot day and eat a bowl of noodles without poached eggs.

But Han Yu couldn't let go. He told Yan Haichuan, "If Yan Yang wants my life, I'll let him take it." This is not an exaggeration at all.

He likes Yan Yang, loves Yan Yang, and loves Yan Yang so much that he deceives himself and thinks that he can give Yan Yang a good life.

Yan Yang naturally didn't know that he thought so much on his own, put down his chopsticks after eating the noodles, "I'm full."

Han Yu came back to his senses, and after confirming that Yan Yang was in a better mood, he tentatively asked, "Are you going to transfer school?"

Mentioning this, Yan Yang became irritable and couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, but he didn't lose his temper with Han Yu, he just asked, "What should I do if I transfer to another school?"

Yan Haichuan also asked this question, but Han Yu didn't answer it at the time.

But Yan Yang could not silence him like Yan Haichuan, so Yan Yang knocked on the table, "I'm asking you something."

Han Yu said, "Whether you turn around or not, I treat you the same."

He wanted to play some word games, but he overestimated his words, so Yan Yang said bluntly, "Say it again."

Han Yu looked at Yan Yang and said softly, "I love you no matter where you are."

Yan Yang blinked and looked away, but looked at Han Yu again after a few seconds, "You said that."

Han Yu nodded, "Yes."

Yan Yang's mood improved, he pushed the bowl to him, and said arrogantly, "Go wash it."

Han Yu went into the kitchen with the bowl, and only boiled the water after hearing Yan Yang go upstairs.

He didn't go upstairs immediately after washing the dishes. Seeing that there was no news from Han Zhiyong on his mobile phone, he directly threw down a few bags piled up in the living room. After returning, he went to the kitchen to get a bottle of ice water and went upstairs.

The attic door was open, and Yan Yang was sitting with his back to the door. The things in the suitcase were scattered all over the floor. When he heard footsteps, he didn't turn his head. "What did you do?"

Han Yu walked over and sat next to him, handed him water, "Throw out the trash."

Yan Yang took the water and didn't drink it immediately, "Is he not coming back?"

"Well," Han Yu said, "at least I won't be back for a while."

"Where's grandma?" Yan Yang asked, "Why don't you stay at home?"

Han Yu pursed his lips and said nothing.

Yan Yang is such a smart person, he guessed that something was going to happen at home, and the slow movement of packing his luggage became faster.

Han Yu pressed his hand, "Baabaa, why don't you go home?"

Yan Yang opened his hand and continued to take things out, "I'm going to live here."

Han Yu sighed, and simply put his arms around him and hugged him, "Someone may come to make trouble these few days, I don't worry about you staying here."

Yan Yang didn't break free, Jing Jing let him hug him for a while and suddenly asked, "When did you have that idea."

Han Yu's arms were stiff and he didn't speak.

Yan Yang smiled, but there was no smile in his voice, "It's already there."

Han Yu panicked, "No."

He tried to explain, but Yan Yang didn't give him a chance. He withdrew from Han Yu's arms a little bit, looked at him, and said tolerantly, "I forgive you."

He opened the water and took a sip, "But you are not allowed to have such thoughts in the future, do you hear me?"

Han Yu was silent.

Yan Yang raised his voice and asked repeatedly, "Did you hear that?"

There was panic in his voice that he couldn't ignore even if he wanted to ignore it, and his expression was pretending to be calm, but there was uneasiness in his eyes that couldn't be hidden.

August was on fire, but Han Yu's heart was frozen.

Under Yan Yang's gaze, he nodded almost invisible.

This tiny movement made both of them secretly heave a sigh of relief.

Yan Yang smiled, and moved towards Han Yu, "Then you coax me."

It was a typical Yan Yang style of generosity, he covered all kinds of unspeakable and inescapable sorrows between the two of them with a blanket, as if they had always loved each other carefree.

Han Yu felt that something under the brocade quilt was fermenting, but seeing Yan Yang's expectant and apprehensive gaze, he could only choose to kiss it.

At this time, it started to be noisy, the sound of chopping vegetables, the sound of children crying, and the sound of adults arguing crawled in through the window.

Fenghua is full of trivial daily life. Walking down from the fifth floor, one can hear gossip and swear words. Han Yu hugs Yan Yang tightly, as if holding an illusory and addictive dream.

Yan Yang asked, "Brother Han Han, do you miss me?"

Han Yu closed his eyes, stopping the moisture at the end of his eyes, "I miss you."

Then he opened his eyes, and took a bitter, desperate and deviant long kiss with Yan Yang.

The sultry summer wind came in and blew the pages of the exercise book on the desk, and the clatter of the pages drowned out all the sounds.

Yan Yang said to Han Yu, "I just want you."