the moon in the attic

When the two kissed and crashed into the room, the sound of unlocking the fingerprint lock was still ringing slightly in the corridor.

Yan Yang slammed the door shut, but couldn't stand still, and was pushed against the shoe cabinet by Han Yu.

Han Yu pinched his waist with one hand and wrapped his arms around his neck with the other, and kissed so fiercely that he wanted to swallow Yan Yang alive.

Han Yu's mouth was full of the pungent taste of high-grade liquor, Yan Yang tasted it on the tip of his tongue, and felt that he was also drunk, and the alcohol evaporated so that his eye sockets became hot.

The aroma of that cup of lily and millet porridge lingered on Yan Yang all night, and at this moment it finally wafted between the teeth of the right person.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the two of them were panting heavily, one after another, mixed with anxiety and joy.

After all, Han Yu had been drinking, and his footsteps were unsteady. He pressed Yan Yang for a while and then swayed to and fro. Yan Yang wanted to push him away, but Han Yu's arms were tightly wrapped around his waist.

"Get up," Yan Yang pinched the back of his neck, "I'm dead."

Han Yu rested his chin on Yan Yang's shoulder, and expressed his loyalty in a hoarse voice, "Baabaa, I will never let you down again."

Yan Yang paused for pushing him away, feeling sad again.

He leaned quietly on the shoe cabinet, with Han Yu's warm breath on his neck, and the two of them didn't talk anymore. After a long time, Han Yu stood up straight with the cabinet in his hands, and turned on the light.

Yan Yang squinted his eyes due to the light, and then opened them to meet Han Yu's wet eyes.

From the time he met Han Yu to being together and then separated again, he has never seen Han Yu cry in all these years.

Han Yu, who was a teenager, was stumped by tens of thousands of dollars, blocked by debt collectors, and forced to drop out of school and transfer to another school by his biological father. He never cried.

Han Yu, who was in his twenties, had nothing to hurt him anymore. When he saw his first love whom he hadn't seen in ten years, when he blinked, tears fell like money.

With a hoarse voice, Han Yu started talking drunk again, "I called you, but you changed your number, so I dare not ask anyone."

Yan Yang raised his hand and rubbed his hair, "At that time I was angry with you, and the family was too busy, so I changed the number."

Han Yu's sobriety just now has long passed, and he accused Yan Yang unreasonably, "I thought you had a girlfriend, and thought you really didn't want me."

Yan Yang apologized: "Sorry, I did something wrong."

Han Yu rubbed his forehead against Yan Yang's palm, like a puppy who has been running around for a long time before finding a home, "I never blamed you."

Yan Yang wanted to smile, like he had been used to for a long time, no matter what the situation he encountered, he insisted on an invincible appearance, but at this moment he realized that if the opposite was Han Yu, he couldn't laugh at all.

Han Yu said, "I want to ask someone to know if you really have a newcomer, but I dare not ask."

"She asked me who I was looking for, but I didn't dare to say," he blamed Yan Yang for a long time, and then began to blame himself, "I hate myself to death."

"I don't want to break up at all. You asked me if I've thought about it. I can't say anything else," Han Yu said, his voice trembling, and tears fell again, "Baabaa, I'm tired of you."

Yan Yang opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to say, "No."

Han Yu didn't seem to hear, and said to himself, "I made you sad, didn't I?"

He couldn't stop talking, Yan Yang saw that he was about to run in the direction of poking his heart and lungs again, so he quickly stopped him, "Brother Han Han."

Han Yu paused for a moment, calmed down, and looked at him intently again.

Yan Yang endured the sourness, "We'll talk about it when you sober up."

Han Yu blinked slowly, and he asked, "Baabaa, why can't I see you clearly?"

Yan Yang lowered his head abruptly, and quickly met his eyes. He raised his hand to wipe away the water from the corner of Han Yu's eyes, "Because you are drunk."

Han Yu grabbed his hand and repeated, "I'm drunk."

Yan Yang: "Yes."

Han Yu stared at him for a while, as if probing, but also as cherishing, tilted his head and kissed him.

Different from the kiss with the aroma of alcohol and lilies, this kiss was very bitter. Yan Yang tasted the moist sadness, which came from Han Yu and himself.

Their journey was bumpy at the beginning, loved, happy, heartbroken, stumbled, clinging to the thoughts in their hearts until now, in front of each other.

Yan Yang raised his head and was kissed by Han Yu. He didn't feel regretful, he just felt that this moment was the best.

They are like a ship wandering away, seeing the long-awaited coast, they can't wait to meet it, hit the land with their heads, and never want to set sail again.

The two kissed long and moist, Han Yu was drunk after all, and after talking nonsense a few times, he was finally willing to let go of Yan Yang.

Yan Yang came to Han Yu's house for the first time, and he was not familiar with the layout, but he didn't have any good morals of respecting other people's privacy. After putting Han Yu on the sofa, he looked at it by himself.

Han Yu's apartment is not small in size, with a simple decoration style, no traces of life, and it doesn't look like a permanent resident.

There are two bedrooms downstairs, both of which have their doors open, but only one is filled with daily necessities. Yan Yang carried Han Yutuo in and put him on the bed. When he was about to find the bathroom, the drunk grabbed his wrist.

Han Yu was so sleepy that he couldn't lift his eyelids, "What are you doing?"

"Take a bath." Yan Yang said.

Han Yu let go of him, and sat up with difficulty, "I'll get you clothes."

"Tell me where it is," Yan Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Go to sleep, I'll take it myself."

Han Yu reacted very slowly, and after a few seconds of being stunned, he pointed to the wardrobe opposite the bed, "All the clothes in it can be worn."

Yan Yang walked over and opened the closet. The first thing that caught his eye was a few neatly pressed business shirts. The color was monotonous and dull, giving people a mature and steady feeling.

He turned his back to Han Yu, imagining what Han Yu would look like in these clothes, and unrealistically thought that if he was there when buying clothes, Han Yu would never be allowed to buy these clothes.

He was in a daze for a long time, Han Yu asked warmly, "Can't you find it?"

Yan Yang came back to his senses, "I found it."

Han Yu's closet was very large and there were few clothes. Yan Yang quickly located a T-shirt hanging in the depths of the closet. His fingers brushed through several shirts, and then took the sports shorts that were stacked underneath.

Before closing the cabinet door, Han Yu said behind him, "The underwear is in the lower drawer."

Yan Yang looked back at him, Han Yu said, "New."

The deja vu conversation clearly brought back the memories of the two of them easily. Yan Yang didn't say anything, but asked the location of the bathroom, and went to take a shower first.

Han Yu's bathroom is also large, brightly lit, clean and tidy, and Yan Yang doesn't need to worry about not separating wet and dry.

When he was young, Yan Yang said to Han Yu, "You won't be like this forever."

At that time, he said this, but he didn't give a specific and detailed description. Now Han Yu really doesn't live the same life as before.

He lives in a spacious and very new house with an elevator, the sensor lights in the corridor are very quick, and the clothes don't need to be washed until they turn white.

Yan Yang thought, his brother Han Han has suffered enough.

He was thinking about the drunk and took a quick shower, but even so, when he came out, Han Yu had already fallen asleep.

The central air conditioner started to operate when the two entered the door, and the indoor temperature was very comfortable at the moment, so Yan Yang turned off the lights and lay down beside Han Yu.

The curtains were wide open, and Yan Yang used the moonlight to paint Han Yu's eyebrows and eyes.

After he fell asleep, he looked almost the same as usual, and the shadow of his youth could be vaguely seen between his eyebrows and eyes. Yan Yang looked at him closely, with no other emotions except distress and joy.

"Brother Han Han." Yan Yang called out in a low voice.

Han Yu's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't wake up.

The moonlight this night was the same as when Han Yu was drunk for the first time, and Han Yu beside him seemed to have changed back to the restrained and youthful boy who expressed his love.

At that time, Han Yu gave Yan Yang a jar of change, and Yan Yang happily hugged him all the way home.

Yan Yang felt as if he had returned to the past by the moonlight. He masochistically imagined that he had never left the attic. In a trance, the 10-year separation was not so painful.

They are like two shadows elongated by the moonlight, as long as they stick together, they can never be separated again.

Yan Yang imitated Han Yu's teenage appearance and said to his brother Han Han, "I love you so much."