the moon in the attic

Chapter 36

Yan Yang sat in the wooden house until night.

The relatives who celebrated the old lady's birthday were almost here, so Yan Yang packed Yan Wei's box and went out in a confused state of mind.

There were a lot of guests at night, and Yan Yang couldn't find a chance to inquire. He didn't follow Yan Haichuan until he went out to sober up.

Yan Haichuan did drink a lot, and Yan Yang didn't see until he walked up to him.

"Son?" Yan Haichuan smiled drunkenly, "What's wrong?"

The corner of Yan Yang's mouth twitched, and he wanted to ask "Do you know Lin Yang", but when the words came to his lips, he felt that it was unnecessary. Yan Wei passed away for so many years, it seemed inappropriate to inquire about his former lover.

What's more, my parents never talked directly about Yan Wei's death. It's better not to disappoint the happy days of the whole family.

Finally he licked his lips, "It's nothing, just drink less."

Yan Haichuan was very drunk, half leaning on Yan Yang's shoulders, boasting that Yan Yang was sensible with red eyes.

They stayed at grandma's house until the third day of the new year. Yan Haichuan and Chen Jingru went back to the company directly. Yan Yang couldn't stand grandma's stay and stayed for two more days.

By the time he got home, it was only a few days before school started.

No. [-] Middle School starts on the eighth day of the new year every year, and this year is no exception. Han Yu was assigned to the experimental class this time, but unfortunately, the two were not assigned to the same class.

Yan Yang's words became a prophecy, and they changed from "love in different buildings" to "love in different classes". Yan Yang was still in the third class, but Han Yu was assigned to the first class, and there was more than one wall between the two.

In the past, when Han Yu and Han Yu were not on the first floor, they could secretly hold hands, kiss or hug in the corridor, but now that they are both on the fifth floor, it is not appropriate to run to the corridor.

Yan Yang moved his seat to the window in the new semester, and every day he just waited for Han Yu to go to the bathroom, pass by their class, and look at him outside the window.

Sometimes in the early self-study, Yan Yang also sneaked out to see Han Yu by the window, but because the first class was next to the office, he was caught several times by Feng Yujie and had to give up.

"Do you understand the mechanism of class placement in senior three?" Feng Yujie vaccinated everyone at the first class meeting after the exam, "The results of every monthly exam in this school year are related to whether you can stay in the experimental class in senior three."

Gao Chen did well in the final exam, and he was in the experimental class. Hearing what he said, his head was getting bigger.

Feng Yujie was still exerting pressure, "There are only a few days left in March, mid-term in May, and summer vacation in July, how long is the time left, right?"

The person below held a long voice, and shouted half-deadly, "Clear."

Feng Yujie tapped on the blackboard, "The other thing is about 'Rocket Class'."

There is a "rocket class" in each of the third high school and the third arts and science club. The review progress is very fast. The teachers with the most teaching experience in the whole school are integrated, and they specialize in the top universities in the country. Although the methods are perverted, no one wants to join.

But it is not easy to get into the "Rocket Class". Only those who rank in the top 30 in the second half of the second half of high school can get in. That is to say, as long as one exam falls out of the top 30, there is no chance.

There were complaints in the class, and Feng Yujie sighed half-truth, "Okay, they are all promising."

After he finished speaking, he continued, "From this semester onwards, there will be a weekly exam every week, and a small test once every two weeks. Although this grade does not involve class placement, the school will issue a ranking. If you don't want your grades to be too ugly, you should work harder. "

Feng Yujie has always pursued the policy of attacking first and then pacifying. Seeing that the attack was almost done, he began to change his strategy.

"Of course," Feng Yujie smiled narcissistically, "Don't be discouraged if you can't get into the rocket class, because I will lead the science experiment class then, and we will be your companions."

Some people were laughing in the classroom, Feng Yujie let everyone laugh for a while, then suddenly said, "There is one more thing, I think everyone has heard about it."

There was a whisper in the class, and someone asked, "Brother Jie? I heard you are getting married?"

Feng Yujie waved his hand, "Engaged."

The class boiled instantly, Feng Yujie picked up a few questions to answer, and said, "It's nice to have someone you like, but..."

When he said this, he paused, and looked around the class seemingly casually. Yan Yang met his eyes and lowered his head a little guilty.

"You guys are very important now, keep calm, and the future will last forever."

Yan Yang silently recited a sentence in his heart, and then he sighed again.

It is true that Fang Chang is very tempting in the future, but he is relatively short-sighted, and he still wants to be able to kiss and hug the person he likes every day.

But I have to say that this class meeting was very successful, the learning atmosphere in the class suddenly became tense, and even Gao Chen, who usually ran around when he had nothing to do, felt at ease.

On the day when the exam results came out in March, Yan Yang relaxed a little when he saw his and Han Yu's results, and took out his mobile phone to take a picture of the report card and send it to Han Yu.

Yan Yang: "I will be the first to dissatisfy anyone who says that falling in love affects grades!"

Han Yu didn't reply to his message until the morning of self-study. Usually, Han Yu didn't see the news very often. He would say in advance when he was working or had something to do, and he rarely didn't reply.

Yan Yang waited for half a class break, and finally went to Han Yu's class with his mobile phone, but Han Yu's seat was empty.

Yan Yang stood outside the window for a while, before he could speak, the person sitting next to Han Yu asked, "Yan Yang, why didn't Han Yu come today?"

Yan Yang froze for a moment, "He didn't come today?"

The other said, "Yeah, I thought you..."

Yan Yang didn't bother to finish listening, and I didn't know what he said, so he grabbed his phone and went to the corridor.

I don't know if it's because of the rising temperature, but he always feels his heart is congested and flustered for no reason.

He called Han Yu three times, but no one answered. Seeing that class was about to start, Yan Yang hesitated for a while, still worried, so he went to the office to ask Feng Yujie for leave.

It is inconvenient to ask for leave now, especially when he is going out of school, Feng Yujie asked him, "What happened?"

Yan Yang couldn't say one, two, three, and licked his lips, "I don't feel well, I want to go home."

Yan Yangtian would feel a little wilted when it was hot, and his complexion was really not very good now, Feng Yujie looked at him for a while, "Is there anyone at home?"

As soon as Yan Yang heard that there was something going on, he immediately said, "There is someone."

Feng Yujie handed him his mobile phone, "Call home, and parents will know when you leave school."

Yan Yang took the phone, called home, and after explaining to Aunt Zhang, handed the phone to Feng Yujie.

Feng Yujie took the phone and said a few words. After hanging up the phone, he pulled out a fake note from the drawer and signed it. Yan Yang was about to take it, but Feng Yujie said, "Yan Yang, how uncomfortable?"

Yan Yang bowed his head and said nothing, Feng Yujie stalemate with him for a while, then handed over the slip, "Only this once."

Yan Yang took the note and thanked the teacher, turned his head and walked out, Feng Yujie shouted from behind, "Go to the Political and Education Office to get a seal!"

After leaving the school, Yan Yang called Han Yu again, but there was still no answer on the other side. He didn't hesitate any longer, put away his phone and rode directly to Fenghuali.

Just after eight o'clock in the morning, those who go to work and send off the children have almost left, and Fenghuali is cleaner than usual.

Yan Yang locked the car downstairs, looked in the direction of the top floor, and walked up with a heart. He had just reached the fourth floor when he heard something moving upstairs. Yan Yang's heart tightened, and he walked up quickly run away.

The door of Han Yu's house was wide open, Yan Yang stood on the steps and listened, but there seemed to be no voice from Han Yu.

He was holding the mobile phone in his hand, and was thinking about whether to call the police first or go in and have a look first, when there was a sound of something falling in the room.

Yan Yang subconsciously ran up, and as soon as he stood at the door, he met the eyes of several people in the room.

Someone was squatting on the ground, and the fan head of the floor fan that Han Yu bought last year fell off somehow.

There were a few people sitting on the sofa. If you had to judge people by their appearance, they all had "not to be messed with" and "not a good person" written on their faces.

The two were silent for a while, Yan Yang asked first, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

He was still wearing the school uniform of No. [-] Middle School, no matter how calm his tone was, he couldn't fool anyone.

A man in a black T-shirt sat in the middle of the sofa, his arms were stretched out with muscles, he looked him up and down, and mocked, "Did you go wrong?"

Yan Yang looked at him and entered the door, "That's right, where are the people from this family?"

They didn't seem to want to embarrass him, but they weren't going to tell him too much, "Not at home."

Yan Yang clenched the phone tightly, "Then what are you doing here?"

Hei Short Sleeve sneered, raised his foot to rest on the tea table in front of him, looked Yan Yang up and down in a drawn out tone, "I want money, what else can I do."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people in the room laughed, and Yan Yang frowned, knowing who they were looking for.

"Han Zhiyong doesn't live here," Yan Yang said, "You have found the wrong place."

No one paid any attention to him, as if they couldn't hear him, Yan Yang waited for a while, and could only say, "If you don't leave, I'll call the police."

"It's none of your business, don't meddle in it," said the man who was putting on the fan head casually, "We didn't hit anyone or make trouble, and there's no reason to call the police to arrest us."

There were also people who spoke less politely, looked at Yan Yang, and jumped out of their throats, "Isn't the school teaching? Paying back the debt is justified."

They had a tough attitude, sitting on the sofa of Han Yu's house like uncles, obviously they had been here for a long time, and Han Yu didn't reply to Yan Yang's message until now, so Yan Yang had to ask again, "What about this family?"

Still no one paid any attention to him, Yan Yang had no choice but to look at the man who had a bad attitude but looked like the boss and asked, "Where are the old people and students in this family?"

The man smiled disdainfully, glanced at him, and said with a sneer, "My brother taught you a truth, change out of your school uniform before pretending to be aggressive."

The crowd started laughing again, mixed with some dirty words, Yan Yang's mouth was flattened, and he stood at the door without saying a word and looked at them.

The funny expressions on everyone's faces were obvious, Yan Yang seemed to be looking at some strange creature.

There are five people in Han Yu's house, all strong men, if they really want to fight, Yan Yang is no match for any one of them, let alone Han Yu who needs to protect his grandma all the time.

After a stalemate, Yan Yang asked, "How much does Han Zhiyong owe you?"

His words seemed to have stabbed the laughter hole of those people, and the harsh laughter sounded again.

After laughing for a while, a group of people might also find it boring. The black T-shirt lit a cigarette, took two puffs and flicked the ash onto the coffee table, "Not much, 7."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yan Yang with interest, holding a cigarette, as if he was very interested in what he would say next.

Yan Yang is indeed not short of money. He uses his parents' secondary card. He usually doesn't have any big expenses, but he doesn't have the habit of saving money. The disposable money on hand is barely enough to pay back half of the bill.

The card given by my parents can get money, but if I take so much at once, I will definitely be asked why.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that he didn't speak, the black short sleeves leaned back on the back of the sofa, staring at him, "Too much?"

Yan Yang ignored his attitude, and said in a straight tone, "I will pay back the money."

If he doesn't pay back, Han Yu will never live a clean life, and he can find a way about the money.

Several people raised their eyebrows and looked at each other, mocking again. After a while, someone asked, "Who are you from this family?"

Yan Yang didn't answer, but said, "Pay half of it first, and pay the rest within this month, don't come here again."

Before they could speak again, Yan Yang took out his mobile phone and asked, "Who do I transfer the money to?"

The debt collectors came last night, and when grandma got anxious, her blood pressure went up. She stayed in the hospital for observation all night, and when her condition stabilized in the afternoon, Han Yu sent her home.

His phone was out of battery a long time ago, and after charging it, Yan Yang's unread message popped up, "I'm in a hurry with anyone who says falling in love will affect your studies."

Holding the phone, Han Yu hovered over the dial button for a long time, and called Yan Yang back.

It was during class break, Yan Yang answered the phone from somewhere, it was very quiet, but he didn't speak first.

"Baa baa." Han Yu licked his lips, looked back at grandma, went into the kitchen and closed the door.

After a while, Yan Yang asked, "Have you asked for leave?"

"Please," Han Yu said, "Grandma's blood pressure is a bit high, so I took her to the hospital."

He didn't realize why he had time to ask for leave. He didn't have time to talk to Yan Yang, and Yan Yang didn't ask. The two were silent for a while, and Yan Yang asked, "Why is the blood pressure suddenly high?"

Han Yu's voice was dry and hoarse, and his tone was difficult, "It's an old problem... Isn't it like this for all old people?"

"Shall I go see grandma?" Yan Yang asked.

"No need," Han Yu said anxiously, and then slowed down after realizing it, "I'm fine now, I just got home, you should go to class well."

Yan Yang didn't know why he was silent for a while before saying, "Yes."

Han Yu guessed that Yan Yang was probably angry, and opened his mouth to coax him, but he was afraid that Yan Yang would ask more questions, so he finally said, "Don't worry, it's really fine."

"Understood," Yan Yang's tone returned to normal, "I'm off to class, take good care of grandma."

After hanging up the phone, Han Yu went back to the hospital again.

Yu Huihui was also hospitalized last night.

Yu Huihui was the woman brought back by Han Zhiyong. The child in her belly was almost four months old. Yesterday, she was scared to the point of bleeding by several debt collectors. Fortunately, the rescue was timely and the child was saved.

She was nestled on the hospital bed with her eyes wide open, her face pale, like a lifeless wall in a hospital.

Han Yu didn't want to care about her, he even thought that it would be good for the child to be gone, otherwise he wouldn't have a good life when he was born.

After a few months, Han Zhiyong started to gamble again, and left Yu Huihui and ran away before being approached.

Yu Huihui had a needle in her hand and looked at Han Yu with horror on her face.

Han Yu asked him, "Where's Han Zhiyong?"

Yu Huihui shook her head with a pale face.

Han Yu: "Speak."

"I don't know," Yu Huihui had long since lost the courage to scold Han Yu, "I really don't know."

Han Yu lowered his head and looked down at her condescendingly, "If I don't look for him, I will tell you something."

Yu Huihui said anxiously, "Say it."

"He wants to contact you, you tell him, don't let him appear in front of me in this life, and if someone finds his home in the future, I will die, and you will die too."

There was no warmth in his words, Yu Huihui was so frightened that tears filled her eyes, she nodded hastily, "I...I see."

After he finished speaking, he left, Yu Huihui couldn't help crying softly behind him, Han Yu stopped and glanced at her, "I have no money, the hospital will let you stay for another three days at most, you can figure it out from now on."

After returning home, grandma was sitting on the sofa waiting for him. The mess in the house had been cleaned up. Han Yu walked over and squatted down, "Why aren't you lying down?"

The old lady touched Han Yu's face with trembling hands. Because she kept shaking, she couldn't reach her eyes anyway. Han Yu grabbed her hand and pressed it on his face.

"Yuyu," the old lady's eyes were cloudy and red, "Yuyu, you lost your temper."

Han Yu said, "I'm fine."

The old lady's tears meandered down the gully's skin, and Han Yu looked up at him, "Don't cry, you can earn more money if you run out."

"Where are those people?" The old lady asked, "Gone?"

"Brother Li Dai didn't see anyone when he came," Han Yu said, "I guess he left before we came back."

"It will definitely come again," the old lady cried until her voice trembled. "Leave me alone, huh? Yuyu, leave me alone, let's go."

Han Yu let go of her hand, "What are you talking about, where am I going?"

The old lady had never cried so hard in front of Han Yu. When she was young, she was a cowardly widow who didn't dare to stand out. When she was old, she was an oil bottle holding her back. Her crying was even more annoying.

She couldn't stop crying that day, so Han Yu took out a few pieces of paper, raised his hand and kept wiping her, "If you come again, let them call me, don't be afraid."

Han Yu brought her medicine for her to take, and then coaxed her into the house and went up to the attic.

The phone was charged upstairs, and Yan Yang sent him a few messages.

Baa baa: When do you go back to school?

Baa-baa: Damn, Grandpa Gang Jing, this expired supermarket is on fire, and I can't buy ice water.

Baa baa: Weekly exam tonight, are you coming back?

Baa-baa: Brother Han Han, I'm not angry with you, I'm just a little worried about you.

Han Yu's eyes were sour. Usually, he would reply one by one, but today he suddenly didn't know how to answer.

His whole body was numb, and his mind went blank.

When he closed his eyes, he could still see the smelly garbage pile downstairs, the light bulbs in the corridor covered with cobwebs, the coffee table missing a corner in the living room, grandma's red eyes, and Han Zhiyong who would cause trouble again at some point.

He told Yu Huihui, "I'm not going to live anymore, so are you all," but in fact he didn't even know what it would be like next time.

The attic was like a sanctuary, like a cage, and he was in the swamp, and he even started to think, how about I just leave it like this, rot with this place, I really tried my best.

But he didn't know what was pulling him, so he wasn't allowed to think for a second.

He closed his eyes and saw his lamb standing in the distance, probably falling into the mud pit because of his drag.

He lied to Yan Yang.

There was silence in the attic, and Han Yu said softly, "Baabaa, I really don't know what to do."

He couldn't walk away, couldn't escape, he could only watch helplessly as he kept falling.