the moon in the attic

Chapter 11

Yan Yang himself lives on the second floor, and the windows face a safe direction, so he doesn't like to draw the curtains when he sleeps. When he wakes up and sees the cloudy sky, his first thought is that it seems to rain a little more this summer.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was very low. He searched for the remote control for a long time but couldn't find it, so he simply covered his head and wrapped himself in the quilt.

Last night I dreamed of Yan Wei after a long absence.

Yan Wei was 13 years older than him, and went to school very early. When he was a little more sensible, Yan Wei had already gone to college in other places, so his memory of Yan Wei was always vague and vague.

When I think of him, I only remember my overly dependent feelings, and the hand that my elder brother stretched out when I fell down.

At that time, the branch office hadn’t opened yet, and Yan Haichuan and Chen Jingru hadn’t divorced yet, so they had to go home more frequently than now, but Yan Yang was young, so he always felt that there were often only his elder brother and Aunt Zhang at home.

When Yan Wei died of illness, Yan Yang was 9 years old, an age who didn't understand anything but seemed to know a lot of things, and then from a certain day, he didn't have an older brother.

Thinking of Yan Wei, Yan Yang lost his mind for a while, until someone knocked lightly on his door outside.

Aunt Zhang and mother don't usually come up, Yan Yang thought of something, threw off the quilt and jumped down to open the door.

"Boss Yan!" Yan Yang opened the door and bumped into his father.

Yan Haichuan was carrying a briefcase, and quickly moved aside, "Oh, my treatment seems to be pretty good."

Yan Yang smiled, stood up and asked, "Why are you back?"

"Come here to talk about clients," Yan Haichuan patted him on the shoulder, "Mom can't leave, so I'm here."

Yan Yang raised his eyebrows and pretended to be dissatisfied, "My mother comes back more frequently than you, this is to give you a chance to see your son."

"Isn't it here?" Yan Haichuan smiled, "I will take you to dinner at noon, will I give you a chance?"

"Here he is," Yan Yang said, "I just want to go out."

Yan Yang didn't have time to tidy up when he got up early, his hair was a bit messy, one leg of his shorts was rolled up, and the T-shirt he wore to sleep had a loose neckline because it had been washed many times.

Yan Haichuan looked at his son, and suddenly felt some emotion for no reason, "Growing up."

Yan Yang was shocked, "Dad, if I remember correctly, you only saw me during the summer vacation."

Yan Yang did live in Yan Haichuan's place for a few days during the summer vacation, but Yan Haichuan left early and returned late every day, Yan Yang didn't really stay with him for long.

Yan Haichuan felt that it was a bad time for him to sigh, and patted Yan Yang's arm, "You clean up first, I will come back to pick you up at noon."

Yan Yang glanced at Yan Haichuan's briefcase, "Are you leaving today?"

"If you don't leave tonight, you have to leave early tomorrow morning," Yan Haichuan saw what Yan Yang was thinking, and said proactively, "This time I won't be here soon, next time I have time to spend more time with you."

Yan Yang pursed his lips, thinking that he said it nicely, he had heard it [-] times if not a thousand times since he was a child.

Yan Haichuan's way of drawing big cakes is not as good as Gao Chen's way of drawing cakes for Feng Yujie. At least he knows when the next monthly exam will be.

There can never be time.

But he didn't say anything, just asked, "Going to see a client now?"

"Well," Yan Haichuan didn't notice anything wrong with him, and raised his wrist to look at his watch, "It's about nine o'clock, and it takes an hour to drive on the road, otherwise we can have breakfast together."

There are very few times when Yan Yang doesn't know how to describe his emotions, this moment counts as one.

Yan Haichuan was obviously very busy, he made an appointment with a client at nine o'clock and hurried over to take a look at him early in the morning with his luggage, but he insisted on mentioning this even though he knew that Yan Yang hadn't had breakfast with him for a long time.

He can rationally understand the busyness and hard work of adults, but he still feels uncomfortable emotionally.

"Let's go now," Yan Yang didn't say much, and even smiled at Yan Haichuan, "Uncle Li will pick you up?"

Uncle Li is the driver of Yan Haichuan and Chen Jingru here.

"Yes," Yan Haichuan said, "it should be here soon."

Yan Yang helped him carry his bag, and took him downstairs with his slippers. Sure enough, Uncle Li was already waiting outside the gate.

Yan Haichuan took the bag and patted Yan Yang's arm, "See you at noon."

After Yan Yang returned to the house, Aunt Zhang had already prepared breakfast. Yan Yang sat at the table and drank a few mouthfuls of porridge. He lost his appetite, so he told Aunt Zhang and went upstairs by himself.

The phone kept vibrating, Yan Yang took it out to have a look, Gao Chen found another hot pot restaurant, and was clamoring to go eat together.

Gao Chen sent the location: "It's not long since it opened, and the taste is said to be very good."

Yan Yang clicked on it and looked, but it was not too far from the school.

Gao Chen: "How is it? It's noon today?"

Xing Yihua: "I can."

Yan Yang raised his eyebrows, and replied disappointedly, "I can't do it today, my dad is back."

Both Gao Chen and Xing Yihua knew that his parents didn't come back often, so they said regretfully, "Then next time."

Yan Yang forwarded the address of the hotpot restaurant to Yan Haichuan, "Hotpot at noon?"

Yan Haichuan: "Listen to your son."

Yan Yang put down his mobile phone contentedly, and went to the study next door with his schoolbag. The papers handed out this time were difficult, so he pulled out a few papers and began to write them down.

The mobile phone was placed next door, and there was no watch in the study. Yan Yang was more focused when writing the questions. When Aunt Zhang came up to call him, he realized that he had been writing all morning.

"Your father is calling." Aunt Zhang handed him her mobile phone.

Yan Yang took it, and shouted while tidying up the paper, "Dad?"

"Son, it's like this..."

Almost as soon as Yan Haichuan opened his mouth, Yan Yang knew what he was going to say next, and his face turned cold instantly.

Sure enough, Yan Haichuan said, "The situation is a bit complicated. Dad has to go directly to the airport in a while. At noon, you..."

Yan Yang didn't give him a chance to finish, so he interrupted, "I see."

His face was cold, but his words were still gentle, and Yan Haichuan didn't notice anything wrong. Yan Haichuan paused on the phone, and asked softly, "Are you angry with Dad?"

Yan Yang sat back in his chair, and spread out the half-packed papers on the table, "Don't be angry."

Yan Haichuan didn't know whether to believe it or not, he should already be on his way to the airport, and he spoke quickly, "Go and eat something good at noon, Dad will pay for it."

Yan Yang looked at the papers spread out on the table with lowered eyelids, and replied, "You should be busy."

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone, and Aunt Zhang took the phone, a little worried, "Are you all right?"

Yan Yang raised his head and glanced at Aunt Zhang. For some reason, he suddenly lost control of his emotions and said in a low voice, "What do you think my dad is doing?"

Auntie Zhang has taken care of him for more than ten years, and it hurts to see him like this, but she can't say anything.

"Your father doesn't want to either," she said a few words, "he came early in the morning, and it was still raining when he entered the door, and he waited for you below for more than half an hour."

Yan Yang also felt that he was a bit hypocritical, so he bowed his head and stopped talking.

Aunt Zhang looked at him for a while, sighed and went downstairs.

Yan Yang sat for a while by himself and went back to the bedroom.

There are two missed calls from Yan Haichuan on the phone. When I click on WeChat, there is a transfer and a voice message from him.

"Son, next time Dad will definitely accompany you to dinner, will you give Dad a chance?"

Yan Yang thought, this is not the first time this kind of thing happened anyway, but when he heard him say "next time", the anger still flared up immediately.

Although my mother is busy, at least she keeps her word and won't let him go for no reason.

He exited the chat box, changed his clothes and stormed downstairs.

Isn't it just hot pot, one can't eat it alone?

Seeing him pushing the cart outside, Aunt Zhang called out to him, "Yan Yang! Come back! It's going to rain, where are you going!"

Yan Yang waved his hand, "Don't cook for me at noon!"

After riding for a while according to Gao Chenfa's address, and through a few trails, there was not even a shadow of the hot pot restaurant, but black clouds floated up.

The rain came so fast that Yan Yang had nowhere to hide while riding his bike, and was drenched within 5 minutes.

Being let go of the pigeons, failing to eat the hot pot, and being drenched in the rain, Yan Yang felt that everything was not going his way, but he didn't know who he was competing with, so he just didn't want to go home.

Yan Yang couldn't keep his eyes open because of the rain. Turning a corner, he seemed to hear someone calling him.

He ignored the voice and continued riding, when he heard someone shout again: "Yan Yang!"

This time the voice was louder, Yan Yang stopped the car and looked back, a man in jeans and a white T-shirt was walking towards him quickly with an umbrella.

It's Han Yu.

Yan Yang froze for a moment, Han Yu walked up to him and put an umbrella on him, "What are you doing here?"

Yan Yang didn't follow the navigation for a long time and left. When Han Yu asked, he looked around. The environment was indeed unfamiliar, but it seemed a bit similar to the place where he ate barbecue that day.

Han Yu said that he lives nearby.

Yan Yang raised his hand and wiped his face, a little embarrassed, "I came to eat, but I didn't find the right place."

Han Yu pursed his lips, looking unhappy, but his tone was as usual, "Don't you bring an umbrella when it's raining?"

Yan Yang gave a fake cough, "It didn't rain when I came out."

His whole body was drenched, the tips of his hair were still dripping water, the broken hair on his forehead was pulled back casually, his forehead was wet, his eyelashes and the tip of his nose were covered with moisture, he looked embarrassed and beautiful.

Han Yu stared at him for a while, then looked away restrainedly, "Why don't you go home when it's raining?"

Speaking of going home, Yan Yang curled his lips, "Even if you go home, you will get wet, so what's the use?"

He realized that his words were a little rushed, and wanted to make amends, but Han Yu didn't seem to think there was anything wrong, but said, "You're getting wet, and you'll catch a cold if you don't go back."

Normally, in this case, students who live nearby and have umbrellas will invite students who are far away without umbrellas to go home to shelter from the rain, but Han Yu didn't say that.

Yan Yang didn't want to bother others, Han Yu still used the umbrella from last time, but this time because Yan Yang was still holding on to a bicycle handle, the space under the umbrella was even more cramped.

Most of Han Yu's umbrella hit Yan Yang's head, and most of his shoulders were wet.

It was raining heavily, and the rainwater hit the umbrella surface, making people's eardrums hurt.

Originally, Yan Yang didn't care about being exposed to the rain, but now that Han Yu held up an umbrella for him, he looked at the rain outside and didn't even have the courage to rush out again.

He raised his hand and pushed Han Yu's wrist, "You're all wet."

Han Yu was not pushed by him, and still tilted most of the umbrella towards him, but didn't say anything immediately, and seemed to be struggling.

Yan Yang thought, Han Yu might find it inconvenient to take me back.

Normally, Yan Yang would never do annoying things, and would have walked away before Han Yu asked Yan Yang to take shelter from the rain.

But today he was possessed by hypocrisy, and he suddenly wanted someone to take care of him.

Han Yu still didn't speak, Yan Yang said, "Actually, I asked my dad to have dinner here, but he has something to do, so I came by myself."

The two of them maintained the posture of supporting the station on the side of the road, Yan Yang continued, "He is very busy with work, and he always makes a deal but it doesn't matter."

As he talked, he even made himself feel aggrieved, so he couldn't hold back and said, "But I'm used to it."

His eyes were lowered when he said this, so he didn't see Han Yu's focused and distressed eyes.

The red mountain bike was washed bright by the rain, and even the tires were clean. After Yan Yang confided, he felt that he should not bother others, and patted the front beam, "Go back quickly, I am leaving too."

But he didn't get out from under Han Yu's umbrella immediately after he finished speaking, because Han Yu grabbed his wrist.

"My house..." Han Yu spoke slowly, paused before continuing, "My house is very messy, if you don't mind, you can come to my house for a while first."

Yan Yang blinked, looked up at Han Yu slightly, without any excuse, "I'm in trouble."

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twelve three:

It's too late, it's too late!Just got home!