the moon in the attic

Chapter 1

August is the hottest time, and the fire umbrellas are high, and the heat waves on the road are turning up.

Standing on the side of the road for 5 minutes in this horrible weather, people look like they were fished out of the water. Those with bad skin may be redder than Guan Gong and his old man pasted on the gate.

Yan Yang stood on the side of the road for 10 minutes.

He didn't sweat that much, nor was he red, but he felt a little nauseous.

I fell asleep on the plane and had a dream I didn't want to mention. I dreamed of someone I wanted to see, and I was not in a good mood.

He is not used to eating airplane meals. He has been hungry since the morning, and his stomach has been ruined in the past two years. After half a day in the sun, he can't bear it.

The phone in his hand buzzed and vibrated, Yan Yang took a look, cut the mute, and hung up.

No one should look for him when he is on vacation.

The person who wanted to pick him up couldn't wait, and the greenery wasn't very good. The sun was directly above his head, and there was no place to shade him.

To say that Xing Yihua really knows how to find time to get married.

Yan Yang was promoted to project manager in February last year. The first project he took over was in the southernmost part of the motherland. He has been busy for more than ten months and went to the construction site countless times before finally handing in the inspection.

As soon as he got off the wine table, he received a call from Xing Yihua.

"Whose wedding?" At that time, he was taking cigarettes out of the cigarette case, and couldn't hold back his mouth. "Is there really someone in this group who can sell themselves?"

"That's not a big deal," Xing Yihua said happily, ignoring him at all, "Of course it's me and my family, Xiao Qing'er, who achieved the right result and stepped into a happy marriage hall together."

"You are so beautiful," Yan Yang smiled, took out the lighter and lit a cigarette, "When?"

"Next Wednesday," Xing Yihua said lively, "it's August 8th."

Yan Yang took the phone away from his ear and looked at the date. It was Sunday, so he put out the cigarette and scolded him, complaining why he didn't say it earlier.

"I know you're busy," Xing Yihua was very happy, "I told you earlier that you wouldn't be able to come back, as long as you can arrive on the wedding day."

Yan Yang hung up the phone and checked the ticket, but there was no suitable time, so he finally made a reservation for Wednesday.

He first went to the courier station to send a courier in the morning, and mailed back a small box of his own. He filled in the address of the hotel he had booked in the morning, and then took a taxi to the airport. It took more than three hours to land.

Yan Yang covered his stomach with one hand and held his mobile phone in the other. He squinted at the huge "Welcome to City X" on the road sign, and looked away.

Haven't been back for over two years.

It was half past twelve, and the person who wanted to pick him up was almost half an hour late.

Being exposed to the sun like this is really testing the limits of one's body. He closed his eyes and felt his stomach cramping. In such a hot day, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Ba----"

When the horn sounded, Yan Yang trembled in fright.

He opened his eyes impatiently, wanting to see who was making the city noise here.

"Master!" Gao Chen's car window was rolled down, and a tsunami of heavy metal rock music came out of the car, hitting Yan Yang in the face.

That young master was almost lost in the lingering stereo sound effect.

Yan Yang tactically leaned back and looked down. Gao Chen was rarely seen as a dog, wearing a straight white shirt, showing a row of white teeth and smiling at him so hard that he couldn't see his teeth.

Gao Chen leaned over to let him open the co-pilot, "Dahua too, it's a good day to choose, and the way here was almost blocked."

Yan Yangzheng was dizzy from the sun, and didn't want to hear him talking, so he sat in the car, leaned back, closed his eyes and stretched out his hand, "Get me a bottle of water first."

Gao Chen's hands on the steering wheel stopped, subconsciously glanced back.

Yan Yang closed his eyes and couldn't see anything. He wondered what was going on with Gao Chen, and he murmured. He stretched out his hand for a long time, but he didn't see any water, so he was going to look for it.

Before I sat up straight, I heard someone from behind ask, "The water is not cold, do you want a drink?"

Yan Yang remained in such a crooked posture for a while, and his stomach just felt a little uncomfortable, as if someone was pulling a thin thread, he could not go up or down, and his heart stopped beating.

However, if a person's heart does not beat for a long time, they should not be able to live. Han Yu may be really afraid of his death, so he asked again, "Do you want a drink?"

Yan Yang still maintained a slightly sideways posture, and did not answer or move.

Gao Chen turned down the volume of the car audio, and the corners of his mouth were a little stiff. He raised his hand and touched his nose, smiled without embarrassment, and began to circle between the two.

"Well," Gao Chen coughed fakely, "Brother Yu came from the high-speed rail station, Dahua asked someone to pick you up, but when he knew I was out, he asked me to take you there."

It's good that he didn't talk, originally the two of them just greeted each other, but now it's good, as if Yan Yang deliberately avoided someone.

Gao Chen also noticed that the car was halfway back and didn't move, getting stuck on the side of the road improperly.

Yan Yang turned his head in this posture and saw clearly the person sitting behind the driver's seat.

Han Yu was wearing an expensive shirt, and his eyes were heavy. He had changed a lot over the years. If it wasn't for his deep and textured voice, Yan Yang might not have dared to recognize him.

After all, the last time we met was many years ago, Han Yu was wearing short-sleeves washed a little white, stood opposite him and said to him, "Let's break up."

Yan Yang looked at Han Yu, Han Yu also looked at him, silent for a long time, finally Yan Yang smiled, and greeted generously, "Brother Yu."

Han Yu's complexion changed, and his originally bright eyes suddenly darkened half.

During the year they were together, Yan Yang never called him Brother Yu.

Yan Yang's heart felt uncomfortable, and he took his hand away from the armrest box, not to mention drinking water, and leaned back on the seat like a dead fish.

It's still hot outside, and my stomach is still sick, but it doesn't seem to matter that much right now.

Yan Yang was a little self-deprecating, thinking when did he become so cunning, and when facing his first love whom he hadn't seen for so many years, he was able to make a fair amount of laughter.

In the two years since the breakup, he dreamed that Han Yu would tell him, "Let's break up." When he woke up, he thought, how can a person's heart be so cruel.

Yan Yang didn't ask how Han Yu was doing afterwards, but he seemed to be doing well.

Gao Chen's car audio has been completely turned off, the front of the car is slanted to the road, the turn signal is beeping, and the three of them are lying sideways on the side of the road with the car windows open on a hot day.

Han Yu cleared his throat behind him, but he was still a little stiff when he spoke again.

"Thin." Han Yu said.

Yan Yang closed his eyes, suppressed the abnormality in his heart and throat, reached out and pulled the seat belt, and said to Gao Chen, "Let's go."

He didn't reply to Han Yu's words.

Do you think there is any magical power in these two words, and there is no magic power, but Yan Yang felt his eyes sore when he heard it.

It's good to say something, it's not that I didn't expect to meet again.

In the first two years, I thought that if I met him again, I might be able to sit down and eat peacefully. Later, I fantasized that as long as I could see him again, I would just tear my face apart. You can scold me or scold you.

But no matter how you think about it, it still can't be worth the time, year after year, and the young people have lost their temper and edges. They only dare to think about the past when they can't sleep at night.

Sitting in the same car now, my heart is so empty. With so many words coming out of my mouth, I just yelled a name that is neither salty nor bland, just like others.

Brother Yu.

Brother Yu.

Brother Yu.

He didn't want to call it that.

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twelve three:

Everyone has been waiting!

Reunited after a broken mirror, every night at 07:30, ask for leave on Weibo

Twelve Thirteen thinks (this is the key point) sweet