the moon in the attic

Ji Hao said that it was raining today, and it really was raining. When the fourth class in the morning was about to end, it was getting dark outside.

Summer rains always come very hard, Feng Yujie knocked on the blackboard, "Clean up quickly, it will rain when it starts to rain, and those near the windows will lock the windows."

The rows of students by the window locked the windows and were all ready to go. When the get out of class bell rang, everyone in the classroom disappeared in an instant.

Gao Chenzao finished packing, and turned to him with his schoolbag in his hand, "Master, have you got your umbrella yet?"

Yan Yang looked out, and the black clouds were almost over, and it seemed that the rain would be heavy, so he frowned, "No."

"I can't count on it," Gao Chen said exaggeratedly, "I wanted to give you a chance to send me home."

"Get out," Yan Yang kicked him with a smile, "Come on, you."

Gao Chen's house is close, so he should be able to get home before the rain starts.

Gao Chen went to the front and took two garbage bags, put one on his schoolbag, and handed the other to Yan Yang, "Are you going home with me or are you asking for more blessings?"

Yan Yang didn't have the habit of carrying an umbrella. When it rained, eight out of ten times he would get wet halfway. He was used to it. He took the garbage bag and said, "I'm going home."

"Okay." Gao Chen responded, and ran out with his schoolbag.

Yan Yang was the only one in the classroom. He packed his schoolbag leisurely, sat on his seat and ate the piece of bread that Aunt Zhang gave him in the morning.

Just as the lukewarm water was running down the mouthful of bread, it started to rain outside.

Yan Yang propped his chin and looked at it for a while, reluctantly took the garbage bag to put on his schoolbag, closed the front and rear doors and went out.

Because I came out late, there was basically no one in the teaching building, so it didn't look particularly embarrassing to cover the schoolbag with the garbage bag, and no one would pay attention to cycling in the rain.

But a high-probability event that almost all pretending addicts can encounter is that when they want to maintain their image, they will always be bumped into.

For example, as soon as Yan Yang came downstairs, he saw Han Yu who was bending over and rolling up his trouser legs.

Han Yu was carrying a schoolbag, with a plaid umbrella, which is the most common in supermarkets, under his arm, and carefully rolled up his trouser legs.

His legs are very long and straight. The summer dark blue school uniform trousers are rolled up to the calves, and you can see the beautiful muscle lines. It seems that because he hasn't seen the sun for a long time, his complexion is very fair.

Yan Yang stared at it for a while, and Han Yu saw him before he could take off the trash bag from his schoolbag.

He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then he greeted naturally, "Have you left yet?"

"Well," Yan Yang walked over bravely, "Are you so late?"

"Just came out of the office," Han Yu looked at his schoolbag without laughing at him, "Did you bring an umbrella?"

Yan Yang felt a little embarrassed, and originally wanted to hide the schoolbag, but since Han Yu saw it, he didn't bother, "I didn't bring it."

Han Yu asked him, "How did you come here?"

"I ride a bike," Yan Yang said, "How about you?"

"Come here," Han Yu said, "I live nearby."

Han Yu didn't talk much, and the two didn't know each other very well. He stood at the door and didn't leave. Yan Yang was too embarrassed to go out in the rain, so he could only stand awkwardly at the door, trying to find something to talk about.

Han Yu seemed to be thinking about something, and the atmosphere was quiet for a while.

"You in a while..."

"Ji Hao said..."

The two spoke almost at the same time, and stopped at the same time. Yan Yang smiled, "You speak first."

Han Yu nodded, "I'm fine in the afternoon, I'll read in the classroom for a while, take my umbrella and go home."

Yan Yang glanced at Han Yu's half-rolled trouser legs, "No, I... I'll leave when it rains a little bit later, you go first."

Han Yu didn't move, he asked Yan Yang, "What did you want to ask just now?"

Yan Yanggang just found a random topic to ease the embarrassment. Han Yu only remembered what he was going to say when he asked him, "Do you read the weather forecast every day?"

Han Yu tilted his head, "What's wrong?"

"Ji Hao said in the morning that he heard you said it was going to rain." Yan Yang said.

"It's not every day," Han Yu smiled, "I happened to be chatting, so I just took a look."

Seeing Yan Yang kept looking at the umbrella in his hand, Han Yu added, "I carry the umbrella every day."

"Oh." Yan Yang looked down at the garbage bag covering his schoolbag, feeling a bit ugly.

Han Yu seemed to have just realized that he covered his schoolbag with a garbage bag, and raised his voice, "You are quite... smart."

"Hey," Yan Yang sighed pretentiously, "I want to laugh, I'll give you a chance to laugh at the handsome guy."

Han Yu looked at him and said softly, "He's quite handsome."

Yan Yang was stunned for a moment, feeling that Han Yu had misplaced his focus, and felt a little uncomfortable. He wanted to say "You are handsome too" politely, but he didn't say it after all.

It was still raining heavily outside, Han Yu didn't know if he was embarrassed to leave him and go by himself, and stuck at the door the whole time.

He should not be short-sighted, his eyes look very energetic, and his pupils are very dark. It is difficult to guess what he is thinking when he is not talking.

Few of his peers are so expressionless, Yan Yang thought to himself, the good thing is that he looks good, otherwise he would have been beaten to death.

He was distracted when Han Yu suddenly asked, "Are you hungry?"

Yan Yang just ate a piece of bread, but he wasn't really hungry, but it was better to find a place to eat than the two of them standing here, so he said, "I'm hungry."

"Should I take you to the cafeteria for dinner first, and then leave after the rain subsides?" Han Yu asked.

Yan Yang looked at the rain outside, then at Han Yu, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Han Yu was opening the umbrella, and paused for a moment, as if he wanted to refuse, but Yan Yang still heard him say, "Eat."

Han Yu stepped outside the door first, and the umbrella was slightly tilted towards the door. Yan Yang lowered his head and got under the umbrella, "Thank you."

Han Yu said in a low voice that you are welcome, and asked Yan Yang to carry the schoolbag to the front, "Small umbrella, don't get wet."

Yan Yang was already immune to that garbage bag, so he carried his schoolbag to the front generously, "Yeah."

Han Yu's umbrella is indeed not big, it's just an ordinary single-person umbrella. Both of them are tall, so it's somewhat cramped under one umbrella.

Han Yu's umbrella tilted slightly towards Yan Yang's side. Yan Yang was embarrassed, so he moved it out without a trace, leaving more space for Han Yu.

It rained so hard that some water had started to accumulate on the road. Yan Yang's school uniform pants were soaked from the knees down, and the cloth stuck to his legs very uncomfortable.

As soon as Yan Yang moved his legs, Han Yu raised his hand and pulled his wrist, "Come closer."

Han Yu's hand temperature was a little high, and it was very hot when he grabbed Yan Yang's wrist. Although he withdrew quickly, he still had a strong sense of presence.

Yan Yang leaned closer to Han Yu, their shoulders were pressed together, and he could smell the faint smell of washing powder on Han Yu's body.

"Will it squeeze you?" Yan Yang asked.

"No." Han Yu's voice was a little low.

Yan Yang turned his head and glanced at him, because the two were about the same height, their eyes were almost at the same level, and he could see Han Yu's straight and drooping eyelashes.

Maybe his gaze was too obvious, Han Yu quickly noticed that Yan Yang was looking at him, he seemed a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "Look at the road."

"Oh." Yan Yang responded, and after a while, he glanced again in a strange way.

The tips of Han Yu's ears turned red suddenly.

Yan Yang froze for a moment, then quickly looked away.

The space under the umbrella is small, and if you don't look at Han Yu's words, you can only look at your own feet, look at them, and see Han Yu's feet again.

Han Yu changed a pair of shoes, which were still not new but very clean low-top canvas shoes. Because of the rain, some water droplets hung on his bony ankles.

Yan Yang looked at it for a while, felt that his behavior was abnormal, and looked away erratically.

They went to the canteen which is the farthest but most popular among students. It takes about 10 minutes to walk from the teaching building to the canteen.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, Han Yu asked Yan Yang to go in first. He put away the umbrella outside the door and stood it in the corner before entering.

Because the students in the third class of senior high school only had their holidays at night, the cafeteria was not closed, but the two of them came late, and most of them were trapped in the cafeteria, and there were not many seats.

Yan Yang asked Han Yu to find a place to sit first, and then went to buy food by himself.

"Let's go together." Han Yu said.

"I'll go buy it, you take the seat," Yan Yang pushed his shoulders and turned half a circle, and saw that there were still two places in the corner, "Hurry up, hurry up, there."

Han Yu held Yan Yang's schoolbag in one hand and an umbrella in the other, and reluctantly went to occupy a seat.

Yan Yang walked around a few windows, stood at the one he frequented, hesitated for a moment, turned around and went to buy cold noodles.

When he walked to the seat with the tray, Han Yu was wiping the table here with a tissue. Seeing him come back, he reached out to take the tray.

Yan Yang put a bowl in front of him, "You can eat noodles."

"Well," Han Yu put another bowl in front of Yan Yang, "Yes."

The two still ate quietly. Although it was cold noodles, Yan Yang still ate hot. When he was halfway through eating, Han Yu suddenly stood up.

"What's wrong?" Yan Yang asked.

Han Yu took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag, "Drink water?"

Yan Yang thought of the icy water that Han Yu gave him that day, so he couldn't resist the temptation and nodded, "Drink."

Han Yu took his mobile phone and left. Yan Yang saw him go downstairs, put down his chopsticks and waited quietly. Han Yu went there for about five minutes, and when he came back, he really took a bottle of water with ice.

Yan Yang took it, unscrewed it, took a few sips, grabbed the bottle and stuck it on his face, and asked casually, "Are there a lot of people buying water?"

Han Yu paused before saying, "It's a bit much."

When the meal was almost finished, the rain had already lightened up a lot. Yan Yang took out his phone, hesitated for a moment and opened WeChat, "Add a WeChat?"

Han Yu was wiping his hands with a piece of paper, when he heard this, he put down the paper and picked up his phone to scan it.

The two successfully added friends, and Yan Yang asked in the notes, "Which yu are you? Is it the 'yu' of honor?"

"No," Han Yu said, "the 'law' of 'law' removes the radical."

Yan Yang changed the note, quietly opened the webpage to check the meaning, when Han Yu asked, "Which Yang are you?"

He asked very seriously, as if he really didn't know, and he said he knew Yan Yang when he just started school.

So Yan Yang couldn't help teasing him, "Guess."

Han Yu looked at him honestly, looked away after a few seconds, and typed a few words on the phone.

Yan Yang couldn't see his screen, but felt that Han Yu's expression was not right, so he pulled his wrist, "Which one is the note? Let me see."

Han Yu's wrist is very thin, and Yan Yang's fingers are long, and he can circle them in one go. His hands are full of bones.

Han Yu hid for a while, as if he was resisting, with his face written all over his face that he didn't want to show it to Yan Yang.

Seeing him like this, Yan Yang became interested instead. I don't know if Yan Yang was too strong, Han Yu couldn't break free, and finally Yan Yang grabbed his wrist and took the phone.

Yan Yang took his mobile phone, but before looking at it, Han Yu struggled expressionlessly again, "Don't look at it."

Han Yu's skin is very fair, and it's obvious when it's slightly red. Yan Yang looked at Han Yu's semi-red ear tips and thought his reaction was very funny, so he couldn't help laughing at him, "Can't I even read my own name?"

Han Yu lowered his head and said, "No."

He looked as usual, but then his face turned red, Yan Yang felt puzzled, but he glanced at Han Yu's phone, and the smile froze on his face.

Han Yu's note to him...is very strange.

baa baa.

Ah...it turned out to be this "sheep".