Fugue

Gan Luan doesn't like to dream.It is often said that dreams are for the commemoration of forgetting. After the dream is over, you can let go and forget.But forgetting about it is always putting the cart before the horse.If you want to forget something, you have to think about it first.So it can never be done.Once you want to forget, it is the beginning of repeated review.

He always wakes up when he is about to fall into a deep dream. At that time, he will be so flustered that he doesn't know whether he is awake or sleeping, whether he is dreaming or dying. He is a helpless tree growing in the wasteland.It's dark, so is it night?The moon is bright, so is the light real?Morning and evening, is it the time of light, or his time?He was born, he lived, and he will die.

When time is equally divided, he is a dead man, dead in the past and the future.He is dead, and he is alive.He was asleep, so he was awake.

He said: I haven't woken up yet, because my love is not over yet.My lover, who is waiting for me, becomes his god.

When I wake up... I will...

All things will be blue by the sea.The wind, the clouds, the seabirds, the umbrella, the sand, and the people are all blue.The sun is blue and salty, the sea and the sky, there is no sea and sky here, only the distance and the present.

There is a figure in the distance.who is it?Who invaded his territory, his island, his kingdom.

"You shouldn't come," he said. "You come here."

He didn't know what he was expressing, but after that person heard it, he came over.He came slowly, as calmly as if he was strolling around his own back garden.

He didn't know where his temper came from: "You are leisurely." So he emphasized his tone: "Come here soon."

The man was still walking around.

He dropped his seat and pointed to the distance: "Look! The tide is rising!"

Lang is the only white here, and he will attack the blue country.It rushes up to a high place and smashes down hard. The roar is its provocation, and the whiteness is its weapon. All of them are ready to go.

He ran towards the man, and they ran to each other, face to face.He asked loudly: "Do you want to die?"

The man didn't answer, but picked up the pace.As they got closer, the man's face gradually became clear.The salty sun made the man half-close his eyes, and the deep part of his black eyes was blue, which was dyed by the sea.The man crossed the sea.The corner of his mouth is smiling, the corners of his eyes are cold, he wants to be gentle, but Frost prefers him.He is a cold-blooded animal with affectionate eyebrows.

He saw his own face.

He took a step back: "I won't protect you."

He looked in a mirror.That face that was exactly the same as his, cried out without his permission.His face is not suitable for crying. He would rather be used for exhibitions, being pointed at, and commented on for fun than crying.He lifted the man's chin and touched the tears with his fingertips, which really made people's heart tremble. "You live on your own. I can tolerate you staying here is the limit." He said to his face.

He wanted to pull his hand back, but no, his fingertips had fallen in love with the chin.As long as they looked at each other, the tears flowed for as long as they did.He said again: "Don't look at me. Look at the sky, it's going to be red, why don't you wake up?" The face in his hand changed, it seemed to be him, but not him.That face smelled like the sea, and there were red marks at the end of the drooping eyes, like a curse.He is Gan Lan.

He is Gan Lan!

He couldn't pull back his hand anymore, he couldn't move no matter what, as if he was frozen.He said anxiously: "Let go!"

This sentence Gan Luan yelled out the truth and woke up.

What came into view was the last face of the dream.Authentic, soft, nuanced, and sun-kissed.The light and shadow lit up those eyes, and the wind around the curtain also shook the light and shadow.Dotted with stars, slightly rippling and finely divided, these eyes contain a moist and radiant world.In a corner of the world, Gan Luan's confused expression was hidden.So Gan Luan couldn't tell anymore, where is he, is he awake?

"Who are you?" he asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm a prisoner of the devil," said the person opposite with a sweet smile, "and you are a brave man."

They are so close that they breathe together.This face is both familiar and unfamiliar, this person... is as simple as a puppy, with wet eyes, he can't hold two or three things.Just persistently, reflecting his appearance.He said he was a "brave man", so this puppy - is it waiting for me to rescue you?Gan Luan said, "You hold my hand." His fingers hooked forward, and it turned out that the real touch in the dream also came from reality.

"I'm afraid that if you move around, the wound will open." Puppy, little rabbit, little monster.There are all kinds of styles.

Come on, whatever you are.No matter what you are, he thought.Everything is ready to go after determination.Gan Luan didn't think about it any more, stretched out his finger and scratched it twice, and said, "I'm awake, you can let go now."

Gan Luan.The person in the mirror was heartbroken: You actually let yourself stay out at night!Have you considered the door god's feelings?Have you thought about the serious consequences of the door god knowing about it?you have not.You just slept with that lawless brat.He can be lawless, can you?

A face appeared in his mind.Unreasonable laughter, even perverted playful face.People who smile all the year round are deeper than those whose expressions change a lot.He has almost never seen Ye Jing who can't laugh, and he has never heard Ye Jing say that he can't.

Ye Jing once said: "If I say no to you, that means I am incompetent." He smiled, with scrutiny hidden in his eyes: "Similarly, if you say something that makes me have to say 'no', this is also a kind of Counter-evidence. You and I have similar positions, which is my understanding. We need to monitor and cooperate with each other, and maybe one day, you will agree with me."

The second time they met, Gan Luan was 13 years old, and he was in a tree.Ye Jing looked up at him: "It was my negligence that they imprisoned you for two years. It was also the Ye family's negligence." He recalled the meaning of this sentence, as if he was referring to his confinement because of this person's lack of consideration.This student looks like a person with no warmth in his smile.

Ye Jing didn't seem to be afraid of the sun, his eyes passed through the shade of the trees, and he went forward bravely: "So, I want to apologize to you first, and hope you can forgive me."

Gan Luan swayed his legs on the tree: "What do I forgive you for?"

Ye Jing changed his smile, which was more sincere than before: "I'm late."

"I don't understand what you're saying." Gan Luan hung upside down, just looking at Ye Jing at the same level: "Well...but I can guess." Can an upside-down smile be called a real smile?He thought a little bored.Then he laughed, and that smile was also reversed: "You said you were late, does that mean that I am waiting for you? Okay, I am waiting for you. Why am I waiting for you? I... ...But he can only do bad things, could it be that you want to conspire with me for something?"

"Conspiracy is a good word." He nodded, took a step back, watched Gan Luan fall to the ground, and said, "It's higher than my expectations."

"You don't need to worry about the things in Ye's house, because the will will not take effect until you become an adult." He handed Gan Luan a towel to wipe his hands, and Gan Luan asked, "Did they find me?" Ye Jing shook his head: "They won't find you again."

Ye Jing signaled Gan Luan to go ahead, and hid himself among the trees: "You and I officially know each other, I'm afraid there will be no chance. But from now on, you will be guided by me. I will explain who I am and who you are, How are we doing. I'll tell you when I have time. We'll see you again."

Gan Luan didn't look back: "You use the word 'recognition', what do you want me to think?"

The intermittent footsteps behind him stopped, and Ye Jing said, "I admit, in a sense, we are relatives."

"Relative" is not a very good word for Gan Luan.Every word has a different meaning to everyone.There are so many words in the world, and there are so many people, and the different meanings are multiplied.They are bricks that build walls around people.Silence broke out, and they broke off their conversation.

The sound of branches breaking became the accompaniment. They stepped forward on the branches, and there was no road in this place.Ye Jing chatted with him and asked him, "Are you walking fast?"

"It's okay, as fast as you want."

"What about eyesight?"

"If you think far, you will go far."

"That's good. We need to keep our eyes on the distance and walk slowly. When necessary, we have to speed up."

Someone discovered Gan Luan.Ye Jing's voice also faded away, the last sentence, he said: "Gan Luan, this is the first thing, do it well. Goodbye."

The face in the mirror changed back to himself, and the memories about Ye Jing ended.Gan Luan wiped his face with a cold towel and said, "I can."

Stepping out of the bathroom, Gan Luan's thoughts were like a snail again, nostalgic for that hard shell that could be avoided: I can be a ghost.

The flesh on his body was aching, as if Door God No. [-] (Aunt Gan Xian) had poked him with his fingers; he was not breathing well, as if the yin and yang aura of Door God No. [-] (Uncle Gan Xian) had come over ahead of time; he was still numb all over , as if the family of Door God No. [-] (Second Aunt Gan Xu) had sent him a telegram in advance; he really had a headache, he had nothing to say to Door God No. [-] (little aunt Gan Xu), and he was afraid that No. [-] would have something to say to him .

But in any case, they couldn't immediately know Gan Lan's existence.To wait for.Wait until he is sure.

In fact, Gan Lan woke up earlier than him, and the Gan Lan he saw when he opened his eyes was just tidy up.After making a phone call, Gan Lan was already pouring sugar into the soy milk.One bag, two bags, three bags, good guy, as domineering as him.Unexpectedly, Gan Lan pushed the soy milk towards him, yo, conscience found out.He was not in the mood to be polite, so he picked it up and swallowed it.So sweet, the world is still a good place.The peaked cap knocked on the door and came in, carrying porridge: "This will wait a while, I asked them to deliver the soy milk first." Gan Luan thanked, and the peaked cap said it should be, and said: "The mobile phone you asked for seems to be very popular. The goods will be transferred, and it will be delivered in half an hour." Okay, so what if it's half an hour late, he has already given up on himself - when he fell asleep.Looking down at the soy milk in the cup, the thick and mellow taste spreads evenly in circles, like annual rings, dissipating in waves.Gan Luan's voice was muffled in his cup: "The man who broke into the ward last night, have you found out where he came from?" The peaked cap hesitated: "It was found out." He pressed the brim of the hat: "He is the hospital. The patient, mentally ill... likes to climb stairs, come and go between floors freely, and because the doors and windows were not closed last night..."

"Okay, okay..." Gan Luan stopped the peaked cap, and if he continued, he would doubt the world. Since yesterday afternoon, how could everything be so coincidental?

The peaked cap had nothing to say, and withdrew by himself.too quiet.Gan Luan found a handful of remote control and turned on the TV: "Good morning, I'm here to broadcast the morning news of Jicheng. Broadcasting the Jicheng Evening News for you, I have a low fever." It's really cold.Gan Luan laughed, how strange—what's so funny, he thought.

At this time, Dr. Qin came to make rounds, but Gan Luan seemed to be his target too: "Routine checkup, wait for the nurse to come over to change the medicine." He glanced at Gan Luan: "You want both."

Doctor Qin then asked Gan Lan a few questions, wrote a medical record, and was about to leave. Gan Luan followed silently, like a ghost chasing after his life.The moment the opponent's body touched the air outside the door, he suddenly said, "Do you know Ye Jing?"

"We just met this morning." The doctor turned around and gestured for a phone call: "Through the phone. Um~ He has said everything that needs to be explained. How about you, do you have any instructions?" My number. Let me know if he shows any signs of remembering."

"I'm more worried about when he's out of control."

Regarding this matter, Gan Luan is considered experienced: "Call me too. Unless it is a last resort, try to use those medicines as little as possible."

Doctor Qin touched his chin: "Hey, you two really don't know each other?"

Gan Luan said without hesitation, "I don't know."

Doctor Qin smiled and said, "You are as enthusiastic as a father who just picked up his son."

"No way..." I can be relieved only when he is healed.

No, now it seems that when Gan Lan thinks of something, it may only be the beginning.So he was silent.

"Perhaps, we are not unrelated," he said at last.Even if he wanted to, it was impossible.

That young man is like a vine, once it climbs up, it will share its nourishment with him, and it is inseparable.If you want to get rid of it, he or he must die.Either the roots of the trees are rotten, or the vines are withered.Or, the deepest thing is that they have grown together.Either live together or die together.

After seeing off Doctor Qin, Gan Luan returned to the ward. The sound of the TV did not make the place deserted, but it contrasted with the emptiness.Gan Lan moved to the end of the bed again, her hands still tucked into her sleeves—this habit is a little cute—putting her hands on the railing, staring at the TV on the wall.For a person with amnesia, where can his concept reach?He found that he had an emotion called curiosity, he was curious about the thoughts of the person in front of him.Because he knew that this boy would bring him the unknown.Rather than immutable, eternal staleness.He has been indifferent for a long time, like a drowsy tramp, walking through scenes that have nothing to do with him every day, never waking up.

At the end of the bed, sat his curiosity.The boy who always hid his palms with his sleeves, while watching other people's stories, became a story himself.Sunlight and sound floated in this ward, but they were so quiet, he sat quietly, he stood far away, without saying a word.He and the boy at the end of the bed formed an unspeakable mirage.

The news reported a homicide that happened in the city last night.Words like murder are always bloody, and when they are read out early in the morning, it often makes people feel that they will be covered in blood all day long.The news concealed the name of the community where the case occurred, but Gan Luan recognized the place by virtue of several features after looking at the few shots.Because the "fate-like interception" he encountered yesterday was in the cold street next to this community, and his impression is still warm.If not, he would not have such a good memory.It's an eventful year.

"It is reported that Bian, the suspect in this case, is currently missing."

The surname Bian... is not common in Jicheng.Thinking of his unfinished call with Bian You last night, Gan Luan took out his cell phone, only to find that the record of the call at [-]:[-] in the morning was still between him and Bian You.At that time, he should have been on the road to self-destruction, dreaming about what happened to him.It's just this length of time...can it be called a misconnection?Or, he thought, could it be a ghost call?I don't know when it started, he was always wandering between suspicious and suspicious.Just about to call back, the other party called.Gan Luan didn't meet him in the room and went out.

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"Gan Lan." Gan Luan pushed the door open and came in, trying to speak as calmly as possible: "You stay here, I'm going out for a while..."

"Don't call me Gan Lan." The boy at the end of the bed has changed, no longer at ease, no longer obsessed with other people's stories.His fingertips stuck out of his sleeves, and his bare feet touched the ground.Gan Luan asked him to wear shoes, but he seemed to have never heard of it.He walked towards Gan Luan, covered his mouth with his fingers, "Shh."

There are fables and extinction hidden in the eyes of the young man.They were eyes covered with dead ash, dusty and bewildered.His gaze is restless, aimlessly falling.He tiptoed slightly, leaned close to Gan Luan's ear, whispered the proverb: "The name Gan Lan carries a curse."

Gan Lan took a step back, "Don't call me Gan Lan." His reddened eyes were drowned in a smile.

"Because once you call me that."

got windy.The curtains danced soundly, and the dust and light fluttered in an orderly manner, and they blended into one, completely natural.Sunlight, dust, curtains, reweaving, scribbling fate, and composing the future.

The wind lingers on the new music score, flows to the wilderness, and meets a helpless tree.There is only this one tree in a hundred miles. He is immature and has no friends or companions.

The dry branches told the wind that he was still sleeping.He couldn't wake up.So the wind stayed, and with that track, the wind stayed in the wilderness.

"You call me Gan Lan, but I can only call you...brother."

Zhimu did not wake up.Vines snaked out from the roots of the tree, growing wildly, carefully covering every inch of him.His torso, his branches, his closest point to the sky, are deeply entwined.That is the most greedy vine in the world.Before he woke up, the vines became his leaves.The vines are forever.

The wind is gone, and the score is broken in the blue sky of the wasteland.

Towards the direction where the tree opened its eyes.

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"Let me tell you that those reporters still have 30 seconds to arrive at the battlefield." The abrupt people broke into the ward together in harmony. I'm going."