the moon in the attic

The rain in this season is always very short, it falls in a hurry, and ends hastily, leaving only a wet world.

The first time Yan Wei met Lin Yang was when he was 14 years old, he was leaving school at home due to health reasons.

Lin Yang, who was the same age that year, was brought back by Grandpa Wang next door, wearing short sleeves that had been washed white, and stood in the courtyard to socialize with Grandpa Wang.

He was very obedient, he called people when he asked, and said hello when he asked. Yan Wei didn't talk to him because he could see that Lin Yang was actually impatient.

Lin Yang has a flamboyant appearance, and has the potential to harm the country and the people at a young age, but he always has a cold face, and his whole body is full of hostility and arrogance that should not be approached by strangers.

He didn't look at anyone directly, he walked alone, the first time he took the initiative to talk to someone, it was a pouring rainy day, and the object was Yan Wei who didn't go to school because he was afraid of catching a cold.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Yang didn't know how to speak euphemistically, and went straight to the point very bluntly.

Holding a simple lattice umbrella, he stood in Yan Wei's yard, looked at Yan Wei who was leaning against the door of the wooden house, and asked coldly.

Yan Wei didn't care, looked him up and down a few times, and asked unceremoniously, "Are you skipping class again?"

So they laughed, Lin Yang walked out from under the umbrella, walked to Yan Wei's wooden house, walked into Yan Wei's world, and later lived in Yan Wei's empty heart.

Because of Yan Wei's illness, every day can't be wasted. There are too many things to do, and the days go by quickly, but since Lin Yang came, he also started to be lazy.

The two went fishing together by the lake, took a walk in the woods, and sometimes just read books all day in the cabin. Lin Yang lived a leisurely life loved by his parents for two years, and suddenly became an orphan again one day.

The difference is that he changed from a poor orphan to a rich orphan.

All of Grandpa Wang's inheritance was left to Lin Yang.

The funeral was not grand, some relatives and friends came to express their condolences, and they asked Lin Yang to hand over the inheritance, but Lin Yang drove them away expressionlessly, and was called a white-eyed wolf to their faces.

It also rained that day, just like the day the two first spoke, pouring, cold, and noisy.

After the funeral, the rain stopped.

Yan Wei sat with Lin Yang on the bench by the lake. From 14 to 16, Lin Yang still hadn't learned how to be tactful. He asked Yan Wei, "How long can you live?"

Yan Wei said, "It's hard to say."

So Lin Yang tightly gripped his wrist, staring at him with scarlet eyes.

Yan Wei gave him a long and tight hug that was not warm, and he said, "I will be with you until I die."

Lin Yang was in the second year of middle school when he transferred, and his grades were so bad that he didn't know what kind of luck he had this year. He obviously didn't see how he studied, but he got into the same high school as Yan Wei.

In their sophomore year of high school, the apple tree in Yan Wei's yard suddenly bore fruit.

This tree is very old. It is said that it was planted by grandparents when they got married.

The first person who discovered that he was bearing fruit was Lin Yang who once climbed a tree to turn over Yan Wei's window.

Since then, in addition to bearing fruit, the tree always bears a young man who is tired of studying.

Every time Yan Wei opened the window, he could see a classmate who skipped class sitting on the thick tree trunk.

"Come down." Yan Wei frowned, and stretched out his hand to Lin Yang who was sitting idle on the tree trunk.

Lin Yang took his hand and jumped into the room with his strength, "What are you doing? It took me a long time to knock on the window before it opened."

Yan Wei turned around and closed the window, pointed to the test paper spread out on the table, "Study the questions."

Lin Yang sat down on his desk dishonestly, picked up the paper and shook it, "Is there anything to do, go out and play?"

Yan Wei pulled the paper from his hand, folded it and put it back on the table, "Where should we go when it's so hot?"

Autumn failed at the end of September. Even though it was almost evening, the weather was still hot. Lin Yang thought about it and compromised, "That's not going."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of wood the size of a palm from his pocket, and a small carving knife, and sat on Yan Wei's desk to carve.

Yan Wei watched the sawdust falling down, and couldn't help asking, "Why are you skipping class again?"

Lin Yang looked up at him, then lowered his head and continued to sculpt, and said nonchalantly, "You didn't go either."

"You are different from me." Yan Yang sat down on the chair next to the desk and reached out to help Lin Yang brush off the sawdust that fell on his lap.

Lin Yang paused for a moment, then asked nonchalantly, "What's different?"

Yan Wei smiled, "What do you compare to a sick child?"

Lin Yang put down the piece of wood, tapped the back of Yan Wei's hand with the back of the carving knife, "Don't talk nonsense."

Yan Wei stared at a very light red mark on the back of his hand, and asked Lin Yang, "What are you carving?"

"You." Lin Yang said.

Yan Wei: "Huh?"

"I'm engraving you," Lin Yang said, looking at Yan Wei seriously, then picked up the little wooden figure and shook it in front of his eyes, "I'm going to give you a gift."

Yan Wei stared at the unformed wooden block, and declined, "Don't bother."

Lin Yang shook his head, "I want to give it away."

Yan Wei didn't say anything else, and after staring at the piece of wood in Lin Yang's hand for a while, he took out a pen from the drawer.

He interrupted Lin Yang, "I'll use the carving knife."

Lin Yang handed him the knife, and Yan Wei engraved the initials of Lin Yang's name on the cap of the pen with some difficulty.

He handed the pen and carving knife to Lin Yang, "A gift for you."

Lin Yang turned the pen around and asked Yan Wei, "Is there any special meaning?"

"No," Yan Wei leaned back on the chair, "I just bought it."

Lin Yang was about to have a fit, Yan Wei added, "But it's the first time I'm giving someone a gift."

So Lin Yang accepted the fountain pen that Yan Wei bought and engraved by himself, and promised, "I will engrave you beautifully."

Yan Wei nodded, "I'm looking forward to it."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud thunder outside.

Lin Yang jumped down from the desk, grabbed Yan Wei's hand to prevent him from hiding, and asked him forcefully, "You really don't believe that I can carve well, do you?"

Yan Wei smiled and tried to avoid his hand, but Lin Yang pressed his shoulder against the back of the chair.

Lin Yang looked at him, and suddenly leaned over, their noses touched, and he asked Yan Wei, "Can I kiss you?"

Yan Wei neither refused nor agreed, so Lin Yang tilted his head and kissed.

They are 17 years old this year.

It was raining outside, and they huddled in a four-legged wooden chair that could only sit one person, and watched the rainstorm pour and subside, waiting for a quiet and sunny evening.

Lin Yang said that Yan Wei is rain, a river, time, anything that Lin Yang can't keep.

But Yan Wei disagreed, he said that he was "a butterfly attracted by Lin Yang's firelight".

Lin Yang said, "Yan Wei, I'll be your heart."

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