the moon in the attic

Yan Yang finally settled down in the attic.

As school was approaching, he was definitely going to leave, so he seized all the time to spend with Han Yu, even going to work at night with him.

Usually Li Dai and Pu Tao would make jokes about them, but this time no one made fun of them, Yan Yang felt at ease, moved a chair and placed it at the door, watching Han Yu rushing in and out, showing a good elopement posture.

After Han Yu got off work, the two went home together, embracing each other and having sweet and bitter dreams.

They were trembling, knowing that this kind of life would not last long, but Yan Yang was not afraid of anything, and Han Yu said nothing.

But any bad thing will not judge the situation, and the ax hanging on the head will drop as soon as it says it will.

When Yan Yang lived in the attic for the third day, Yu Huihui's family members came to find him.

Han Yu went out to buy breakfast, but Yan Yang didn't go with him because he stayed in bed.

After getting back to sleep, he heard someone knocking on the door downstairs. Yan Yang put on his clothes and went downstairs, "Did you forget anything?"

As soon as he opened the door, he came face to face with the people standing outside the door.

A few people outside the door were vicious, and they all held things in their hands. The leader had a swollen face, and when he raised his hand, his black short sleeves were tight on his arms. "Where's Han Zhiyong?"

After Yan Yang realized it, it was too late to close the door, and a group of people pushed and pushed into the door.

Yan Yang didn't take his mobile phone when he went downstairs, so he had no choice but to inform Han Yu at this moment, so he had to say, "He doesn't live here."

"Don't talk to me," Hei Duanxiu raised his chin, "Who doesn't know he lives here."

Yan Yang took a step aside, indicating that they can look for them wherever they want.

The black short sleeve glanced at him up and down, "Are you his son?"

"I'm not." Yan Yang said.

His words were not convincing. He appeared at home wearing short-sleeved shorts that were obviously pajamas. Several people didn't believe that he had nothing to do with Han Zhiyong.

The black short sleeves sat on the sofa, and the rest of the people began to search from room to room. Seeing someone going upstairs, Yan Yang moved his feet and said nothing.

"Do you know who I am?" Hei Duanxiu looked fiercely, "Did your father tell you that Yu Huihui has a husband?"

Yan Yang didn't try to correct his name again, "I don't know, if you mess with him, you go to him."

At this time, several people who went to check the rooms came back, exchanged glances, and shook their heads.

Hei Short Sleeve was furious, and the baseball bat in his hand hit the coffee table in front of him without warning. The glass coffee table cracked immediately, and glass shards fell all over the floor.

Yan Yang took a step back and said nothing.

"Not here?" Hei Short Sleeve walked up to Yan Yang, "There is a solution to not being here, Han Zhiyong said, his son has money, where is the money?"

Yan Yang didn't care to dodge, and frowned tightly, "Did he tell you?"

"Why?" Hei short sleeves bent over and approached Yan Yang, and said with a vague smile, "You don't believe it?"

Yan Yang naturally believed it, but there was no reason for Han Yu to solve the problem caused by Han Zhiyong. He was so angry that he couldn't suppress his anger, "Then you go to him, and no one will care if you kill him."

"How much is his poor life worth?" Hei short sleeves began to push Yan Yang, "My mother-in-law's belly got bigger from sleeping, why don't you give my son some money for milk powder?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the rest of the people laughed unabashedly.

Yan Yang frowned and said nothing, Hei short sleeves said, "Smash."

Several people brought their own tools and smashed them wildly in front of Yan Yang. All the furniture in the room was scattered and thrown on the ground, and the sound of kitchen dishes shattering was endless.

Yan Yang stood by the wall without moving until he saw someone going upstairs with something.

"Stand there!" Yan Yang yelled, bypassing the mess and rushing to the stairs, and said to the person walking up, "Don't go up."

They were here to make trouble, so they naturally ignored Yan Yang, the man continued to walk up without pausing.

"Stop!" Yan Yang chased after him, "How much do you want?"

The man stopped and asked with a smirk, "What's the matter? Now you have money again?"

Yan Yang took a step back, "You come down first."

The two stood in a stalemate on the stairs for a few seconds. The man raised his eyebrows and followed Yan Yang downstairs, but he ignored Yan Yang, walked straight to Hei Duanxiu, and said with a smile, "Brother Zhang, the child asked us How much will it cost?"

Hearing this, Brother Zhang looked at Yan Yang as if he had stopped and smashed him, "Didn't your father tell you?"

"Han Zhiyong is not my father." When Yan Yang spoke, he still couldn't help but look at the stairs, for fear that someone would throw things up while he wasn't paying attention.

Seeing his expression, Brother Zhang asked the person who had just gone upstairs, "What's upstairs?"

The man said, "It's just a broken attic, and there's nothing there."

There is indeed nothing upstairs, and it is even more shabby than any room in the house, but it is the only place Han Yu can stay.

Brother Zhang stared at Yan Yang for a while, then stood up and patted his side face, "Not much, 30."

Yan Yang held back his nausea and did not move, he gritted his teeth tightly, "I will give you the money, don't come here again."

Before he finished speaking, he heard someone shouting at the door, "Yan Yang!"

Before Yan Yang could react, Han Yu pulled him behind him.

The breakfast that Han Yu bought was thrown at the door. He was shaking Yan Yang's hand. He didn't know whether it was anger or nervousness. He looked Yan Yang up and down for a long time, "Are you okay?"

The room was in a mess, and everyone had something in their hands. As soon as Han Yu came up, he saw the opposite person patting Yan Yang's face. Yan Yang didn't hide, and said he would give money to Han Zhiyong.

Han Yu's eyes were red with anger, angry with Han Zhiyong, angry with himself, and angry with Yan Yang.

He guarded Yan Yang behind him, raised his head and looked at Brother Zhang, "Who should be looking for, let's go now."

As soon as Han Yu entered the door, several people recognized that this was Han Zhiyong's son, but when they came to find trouble, they didn't care who the son was.

Han Yu protected Yan Yang, put his mobile phone into his mobile phone, and whispered, "Call the police."

Yan Yang nodded while holding the mobile phone. During the period, someone came to grab the mobile phone, but Han Yu pushed it away, and then the scene became very chaotic.

After barely holding on to report to the police, several people went from smashing things to beating people, and they were out of control. Even with Han Yu's protection, Yan Yang still suffered several times.

While being protected by Han Yu and going out, Yan Yang Yuguang glanced at him and saw someone approaching Han Yu with the newly broken coffee table leg. He moved faster than he thought, pushed Han Yu away and stood in front of him.

The legs of the coffee table were made of steel, and they hit Yan Yang's arm directly, and the glass that was still attached at one end flew up and hit Yan Yang's forehead, blood flowed out immediately.

"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!" Han Yu's eyes were so red, he hugged Yan Yang, shaking his hands and trying to touch the wound, but he didn't dare to move when he wanted to touch it.

He was so anxious that he lost his sense of proportion, and it took him a long time to remember to press the clothes on the wound to stop the bleeding.

Yan Yang could feel that the wound was very small. Seeing that Han Yu was in such a hurry, he comforted him, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

Han Yu couldn't listen to anything anymore, took the cell phone thrown on the ground and was about to call first aid, but was stopped by Yan Yang with a smile on his face.

Seeing this, a group of people were about to run out. Yan Yang struggled to stand up and close the door, but Han Yu held him down, "Let them go."

The police arrived quickly, and took the two of them to the hospital for an examination. Fortunately, there were no fractures or internal injuries. Han Yu had a lot of bruises, and Yan Yang also had a few bruises.

The most serious one should be the cut on the corner of Yan Yang's forehead by broken glass. The wound was not big but deep, and he needed two stitches.

After completing the transcripts and leaving the police station, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. Li Dai came to pick them up, and without saying a word in the car, he sent them upstairs and left.

Han Yu also silently pulled Yan Yang into the door, and asked Yan Yang to wait for him at the door, and took a broom to clean up the glass shards on the ground.

Yan Yang had gauze on his forehead, and a large bruise on his arm was scary. He licked his lips, "Brother Han Han."

Han Yu paused when he was sweeping the floor, then turned his head halfway and said, "Don't come here, stab your feet."

The incident happened suddenly in the morning, and Yan Yang only wore a pair of indoor slippers.

Yan Yang nodded, and rarely said obediently, "Okay."

After Han Yu collected the glass shards, he took a few sheets from his grandma's room and spread them on the floor, then threw everything on them and wrapped them up.

He tidied up for more than half an hour after busy work, and the living room, which originally had few things, became even more empty.

The kitchen and the other two bedrooms hadn't been tidied up yet. Han Yu went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then walked over and dragged Yan Yang upstairs.

Yan Yang saw that he was angry, and followed him without saying a word.

After going upstairs, Han Yu asked Yan Yang, "They didn't come upstairs?"

Yan Yang paused, "No."

Han Yu asked, "Why didn't you come?"

Yan Yang licked his lips and said guiltily, "Maybe I don't think there's anything to mess with."

Han Yu stared at him intently, without saying a word.

Yan Yang had no choice but to say, "I wanted to come up, but I stopped me."

Han Yu asked, "You promised to give them money, didn't you?"

"I'm not..." Yan Yang explained anxiously, "I just lied to them."

Seeing that Han Yu's expression remained unchanged, Yan Yang remedied, "Besides, I don't have so much money."

Although he said so, it was obvious that both of them knew he was lying.

Han Yu said, "What you're thinking is that as long as they don't trouble Han Yu, you can do whatever you can to get the money out, right?"

"I sold the car last time, what will I sell this time?" Han Yu asked.

Yan Yang opened his mouth to say something, but didn't say a word.

"Why don't you leave?" Han Yu said, "There are so many of them, why are you staying here if you don't leave? What if I don't come back? What will you do?"

"I'm sure I won't suffer." Yan Yang said.

"Really," Han Yu's voice was suppressed, he raised his hand and pointed around the attic, "They smashed it as soon as they smashed it, what are you doing protecting this pile of junk?"

Yan Yang was silent.

Han Yu closed his eyes severely, and then began to pack the things Yan Yang brought over.

He opened the suitcase and put Yan Yang's clothes inside one by one. Yan Yang was sitting on the bed, but when he saw this, he immediately walked over and pressed Han Yu's hand, "What are you doing?"

As soon as Han Yu raised his eyes, he saw the piece of gauze with adhesive tape on Yan Yang's forehead, and his whole heart trembled.

He waved Yan Yang's hand away and continued to tidy up.

He put one in, and Yan Yang threw one out, like a child losing his temper. After a few times, Han Yu finally stopped.

Neither of them spoke anymore, and the attic was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Maybe 1 minute later, or maybe an hour later, Han Yu called him hoarsely, "Baa baa, we..."

"Brother Han Han," Yan Yang interrupted him, moved to him and wanted to hug him, "Didn't those people leave? The police will take care of it, as well as Brother Li Dai, and my parents..."

He stretched out his hand, and Han Yu was hugged by him.

Yan Yang was still talking, "The next time this happens, I will definitely run away. Really, they will do whatever they want."

He smiled and said, "I don't hurt, not at all."

Han Yu pushed him away, and raised his hand to wipe Yan Yang's tears that he was about to hold back.

Yan Yang opened his hand and stared at him, "How dare you say it! Han Yu! How dare you say it!"

Han Yu looked away, "Yan Yang, let's break up."