the moon in the attic

After Yan Yang finished saying "I don't want to know a lot", the two of them stopped talking.

Han Yu really wanted to tell all about his past years, but Yan Yang wasn't interested, and Han Yu didn't dare to talk about it.

Yan Yang tilted his head back slightly, and leaned against the back of the car seat with his eyes closed. The hair on his forehead spread out, revealing a small scar on the forehead near the hairline.

The driver drove steadily, but Han Yu still asked him to open the window, and the sultry summer air rushed in instantly, dispelling the cold wind from the air conditioner.

Yan Yang's broken hair was blown, and he opened his eyes and looked out the window.

Han Yu seized the opportunity to speak, and pointed to Yan Yang's forehead, "Did it hurt again after going back?"

Yan Yang was taken aback for a moment, then said flatly, "Forgot."

Han Yu's throat was congested, and his heart felt sore. Now that the conversation started, he continued, "I don't know what time the Dahua party is going to arrange."

After he finished speaking, he waited for Yan Yang to ask him when he was leaving. He planned to say "I will leave tomorrow", and then Yan Yang expressed surprise, and he pretended to think about it again, saying that he would stay here for a few days.

But he thought too much, Yan Yang didn't ask.

The hand that was gripping Han Yu's heart became tighter and tighter, and he paved the steps for himself like an abuser, "I plan to stay here for a few days, so as not to run back and forth when I have time."

Yan Yang finally took a look at him, frowned slightly, quickly looked away, and said lightly, "That's good, it's really inconvenient to run back and forth."

It gets dark very late in this season, and there is no difference between the lights of the city being turned on and not being turned on. The large areas of lights that are on make the city grayer for no reason.

The taxi stopped and waited for the red light, Han Yu stared at the traffic light not far away, and finally resigned himself to his fate and stopped talking.

He changed from an unprofessional loud talker to a dumb man who couldn't fart.

Yan Yang returned to the posture of leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed, his head tilted slightly, leaving Han Yu with a non-negotiable back of his head.

When the car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, Yan Yang unbuckled his seat belt, said to Han Yu, "Brother Yu, I'm here", then opened the door and got out of the car.

Han Yu was impulsive and quick-moving, and got out of the car together.

Yan Yang was stunned for a moment, then looked at the taxi driving away, "Brother Yu, is there anything else?"

Yan Yang's stomach hurts badly, and he just wants to go back to the hotel to lie down for a while, and he speaks in a hurry, it sounds like rushing someone, he himself realized it, but he didn't explain it.

The sky seemed to be getting late in an instant, and the lights at the hotel entrance were very bright, and Han Yu suddenly felt a little nervous.

He was not nervous when he knew that he would definitely meet Yan Yang this time, and he was not nervous when he was in the same car with Yan Yang. Now standing here with Yan Yang, he became nervous after knowing it.

When he saw Yan Yang today, there was only one thought in his mind, "I finally met him", and he didn't care about embarrassment or thinking about anything else.

But now standing in front of Yan Yang Hotel, he suddenly realized that the two of them were going to separate again.

He had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he didn't show it on the face, he just said, "It's a long road, it's faster if I go around to the front."

"Well," Yan Yang smiled and said casually, "I'm not familiar with this place anymore."

There was no other meaning in what he said, but to Han Yu's ears, it was as if he was saying that I had long forgotten the past.

I don't know if it was because of the alcohol, but Han Yu felt as if his stomach was being hung high by a thin thread, which was pulling on his vocal organs, and he couldn't get up or down when he reached the edge of his mouth, and couldn't spit it out.

Yan Yang treated him far less patiently than before. Seeing that he didn't speak, he waved to him and was about to walk into the hotel.

Han Yu called him to stop shamelessly again.

Yan Yang still gave him a warm smile, "What's the matter, Brother Yu?"

Han Yu pursed his lips, held the phone, persuaded himself to drink too much, and asked Yan Yang, "Did you change your phone number later?"

"It's changed." Yan Yang said.

Whether the phone was lost, broken, or changed for some other reason, Yan Yang didn't say, and it seemed that he didn't plan to talk to Han Yu.

Taking advantage of the courage just now, Han Yu stared at the smoke extinguishing column in front of the hotel, and said casually, "Leave a phone call."

Yan Yang didn't answer right away, but Han Yu was about to make up a few more words, so he took out his phone with a smile, "Okay."

Han Yu reported his mobile phone number to Yan Yang, and seeing Yan Yang inputting it calmly, he couldn't hold back and said, "I haven't changed my number."

Yan Yang's movement of losing his mobile phone number stopped for a while, and he said to himself, of course I know, but he still said calmly, "Really."

After exchanging phone calls with Yan Yang, it seems that there is no reason not to leave. Han Yu looked at Yan Yang for a while, "Then I will go first."

Yan Yang nodded, "Yes."

So far, the two of them didn't talk much, but Han Yu didn't leave, and Yan Yang didn't enter the hotel either.

They were silent for a long time, Yan Yang suddenly laughed, Han Yu was stunned for a moment, and for some reason, also laughed.

After a while, Yan Yang stopped laughing and asked Han Yu, "Is it awkward?"

"One thing," Han Yu said, he also stopped laughing, looked at Yan Yang quietly for a while, and called him softly, "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Yan Yang blinked, then lowered his head quickly, "Yes."

Han Yu took a step forward, getting closer to Yan Yang.

Both of them have grown in stature in the past few years, but as if they had agreed upon an agreement, they both looked about the same. Yan Yang used to be as tall as Han Yu's eyebrows, but now he still looks the same.

Han Yu looked at Yan Yang's disheveled and broken hair, and moved his gaze down a little, he said, "You look up, I'll take a look at you."

Yan Yang raised his head, his eyes were a little red, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Have you become handsome?"

"Well," Han Yu's eyes turned red, "I've always been handsome."

He wanted to raise his hand to touch Yan Yang's hair, but he raised his hand halfway, then retracted it, "It's been okay these years."

"Okay," Yan Yang said, "everything is back on track again."

There was an indistinct complaint in his words, Han Yu asked, "You hate me to death."

Yan Yang smiled again, "Well, I hate you to death."

Before Han Yu had time to speak, Yan Yang called him suddenly, "Brother Han Han."

When Han Yu first heard this name, he was ecstatic, but the joy did not last for a few seconds, and his heart began to ache violently.

He had a sore throat, as if he had been stabbed in by a rusty iron rod, and it was stirred straight into the meat. He moved his lips a few times before only saying, "Mmm."

Yan Yang closed his smile, the inconspicuous redness in his eyes has faded away.

He said, "Go back."

They stood on a fork in Yinghui Road that Yan Yang was no longer familiar with, watching the taillights of various colors disappear in the distance, and disappeared without a trace at the corner, just like the passage of time.

Han Yu lost the teenage Yan Yang, and was gently left behind by the grown-up Yan Yang.

He brought it upon himself.