Fugue

"Let me die."

This is what Gan Lan said in his heart.Talking nonsense.That scene was like a shaking shadow under the candlelight, and it was hard to tell whether it was a dream or reality.The sun spreads on the bedding, evenly warming it.Gan Luan propped himself up, and felt a faint wind on the back of his hand, like hot spring flowing, even and long.It's breathing.

Gan Lan rubbed her eyes and woke up too, but she still seemed confused.Gan Luan had a cold face: "Who are you?"

Confused King shrank back into the quilt recklessly, Gan Luan lifted it, a gust of wind bulged.The thin shirt floated and fell on someone's waistline, Gan Lan hugged herself into a ball, her hair spread out in a semicircle like a broom.

Gan Luan went around and pinched him by the back of the neck: "This is my room and my bed, why did you plant (emphasis) here? Huh?"

Gan Lan suddenly shivered, rolled to the side, arched her back like a cat showing power, folded the bed sheet with her hands, stared, and her eyes were imprinted with a clear light.Not long after persisting, he collapsed in confusion again: "Brother?" Gan Luan closed his eyes, endured and endured: "It seems that I have to lock the door."

He crossed Gan Lan, "How much do you remember now?"

Gan Lan closed her eyes: "Brother."

Gan Luan: "I allow you to call me Gan Luan."

Gan Lan (eyes half-opened): "Then will you allow me to call you brother?"

Gan Luan didn't speak, he was thinking of a reasonable and friendly reply.Although this person is insane, he should make him "our personnel".

"The top is also the bottom, Luan of the Luan tree. Don't you like my name?" Be kind, be kind...

"Gan Luan." He said slowly, "Are you curious?" Gan Lan sat up straight by herself, with her hands on her knees, her left sleeve rolled up to her elbow, and the old and new wounds on her arm were twisted into a vine, like a curved History, entrenched on top. "Are you curious about my past?" he said.He should be awake, he squinted his eyes slightly in the sunlight.

after a long time.Gan Luan said, "I'm not curious." His face was expressionless.

After breakfast, Ye Li came, dragging his suitcase, rattling like a happy pony.There is a little pink in the silver-gray hair, a complete set of lip studs and earrings, and a row of shiny diamonds under her eyes.Ready for exhibition - as a magical creature.Gan Luan chose to praise this one—he was upgraded from a horse to a unicorn (the latter is more shiny)—the short jacket on his body, he said: "It's very bright." It was so bright that the air was pink.

Seeing Gan Lan, Ye Li suddenly went back in time and history repeated itself. He circled around Gan Lan, "Oh my God" and went out and came back again.Gan Luan thought he was going to say the phrase "Can I cut your hair for you?", but in fact he was waiting for this sentence. After all, Gan Lan had been holding a chicken coop, and the beard of the chicken coop was poking her eyes.As a result, Yeri said, "May I kiss you?"

Gan Lan stared at Ye Li through the crevice of her hair, and repeated: "Can I kiss you?"

Ye Li licked her lips: "Yes, yes!"

Gan Luan was stunned.He didn't care about them kissing me, but the interaction between this guy and Ye Li made him enlightened: the boy in front of him is not a silhouette as thin as a piece of paper, and the word "Ganlan" is not an innocent word lying on the ground , it is nailed to the boy, three-dimensional.He seemed to realize that Gan Lan is a living person, he is not his dream.From their unexpected encounter, to the other party's unknowingly turning into the center of chaos, and then to his use of it, everything came naturally, and the dust settled in just over a week.If there is no accident, Gan Lan will be his younger brother and continue to be real.This reality was bestowed by Gan Luan on his own initiative.He gives reality untruthfully, like a drunken alcoholic who stumbles and catches the floating lights in the air, and in the end, he doesn't even know whether he is sober or not.He only knew that floating shadows might not be illusory, because he was drunk but awake.

Gan Luan sat on the sofa, tapped his toes on the floor, and propped his face: "Ye Li, first deal with the chicken coop on his head, then I have something to talk to you about."

Ye Li asked him: Then can I dye it?Gan Luan almost answered directly, so he paused before saying, "Ask him yourself."

When Gan Luan saw them again, he was going downstairs, one side of the stairs was against the wall, the other side was facing the hall, and the outside of the handrail was carved with delicate patterns.He walked down, his fingers brushing over the undulations, like rubbing a kind of scar.When the two heard the movement, they turned around and looked over. Gan Luan was condescending, and everything in the hall was clear at a glance.Gan Lan raised her head slightly, and their eyes met, growing like tentacles.Hair can make a person delicate, and if it is a ghost, it can make it ghostly—that is, the undead are no longer pure.Ye Li cut his hair short, and he no longer has a misty look covered by long hair, like a revived monster with dotted eyes.The bangs are broken and delicate, tracing the brow bone, vaguely revealing the perfect eyebrow.The hair turned out to be a gradient color, the brown chestnut slowly faded to slightly golden, and the ends of the hair were like a layer of fluffy snow.Under the sunlight, there is a circle of luster on the top of his head. Compared with the chicken coop before, it seems that he has done it all over again, and his hair is shiny.The ears and jaw line are fully exposed, and the lines are thin and undisturbed.When he turned his head, Gan Luan saw him, his side face was three-dimensional like a leaning mountain, and the front was fresh and beautiful.The corners of his eyes drooped, and there were red marks at the end of his eyes. He blinked, and the tiny light spots in the air seemed to fluctuate with the color of his eyes.

Ye Li said: "It looks good!"

Gan Luan: "Did you have fun?"

Ye Li: "Hey." While provoking Gan Lan's chin: "Be my man."

Gan Lan shook her head, Ye Li looked heartbroken, Gan Lan said, "I'm not human."

Xiaoyeli: "Yeah. You're a fairy!"

Gan Lan: "I'm a monster..."

Ye Li held his head, to be precise, his hair: "I would like to offer my soul to you..."

Gan Luan thought, can he really have a serious chat with Ye Li?This pink unicorn looks more like Gan Lan's villager, and his way of thinking is as suspicious as Gan Lan's.However, the questionable world and the questionable life are real.He loves truth.

"Cabbage." Gan Luan said, "Since you don't want to confess, then you can play 'one, two, three, we are all wooden people' by yourself. I want to discuss something serious with this pink...Ye Li, which concerns you." He Looking at Gan Lan's unmoved clear eyes: "Until you exchange secrets with me. The value of secrets is that they can let you walk in from the outside." Gan Lan took a deep breath.Gan Luan continued: "Don't ask me if I'm really curious, I'm not." After speaking, he turned around.Gan Lan's voice followed: "I didn't mean to ask, I mean...you haven't answered yet, is it good to see?" Gan Luan stumbled as she went upstairs.

I can vividly recall the days and nights after he met this monster on a narrow road.At the moment when Gan Luan almost tripped, he suddenly realized that the subtle sense of deformity that had been sinking in his heart all this time was not only his unreasonable tolerance towards Gan Lan, but also a kind of inability to "kill him soon" Repression——Since he let Gan Lan into his script, he seems to have an extra mentally retarded son. He has to wipe the bleeding, he has to cure the madness, he has to grab the scissors, he buys the candy, he gives him the identity, and he wants to be safe. Carrying, in every aspect, layer upon layer, various arrangements, hands-on, no matter how big or small.In the end, he had to digest the rebellious period of this retarded son.

ha?It's different from what you said!I can handle madness and murder with a single sentence, so why are you keeping silent about me now?

This is like a docile pet dog mutating into a wild cat that is indifferent, always licking its paws on your eaves, staring at you deeply, and when you get close, it will walk away dismissively, without leaving your tail.

good.Gan Luan thought: Could it be that I'm just one of the "you humans" that this monster said—difficultly (accent)?I don't admit it.

Therefore, Gan Luan went upstairs steadily, his steps were like knocking hammers, without turning his head, he ignored his mentally handicapped son coldly and noblely.

When Ye Li left, Gan Lan was still sitting in the same position, the sunlight had slipped from his hairline to the palm of his hand, his shoulder line propped up the loose milk-colored sweater, and the fine fluff floated around his body, showing a slow Slowly floating air.His hair, his sweater, seem to hide him in the wild forest piled with snow.He was motionless, like a wooden man.

...Don't be weirdly obedient in such an inexplicable place, okay!

When a person is going crazy for no reason, it is likely that there is a madman around him.

Gan Luan threw a cabbage over, and the cabbage bounced to the sofa with a "boom".A wooden man is still a wooden man.Gan Luan went over and screwed up the wooden man, and rushed upstairs, those scar-like patterns slid past their waists, they used the stairs as a stepping stage, tapping out the rhythm one by one.Gan Luan asked him amidst the singing on the floor: "Do you remember Gan Xiao?" The first time Gan Lan fell into instability in front of him was because of seeing Gan Xiao.As soon as they went up and down, Gan Luan called out Gan Xiao's photo, which was a close-up shot, and the details on his face were clearly visible: "That's the man."

Gan Lan looked up at him, her intermittent golden hair looked like a loose garland: "I remember the devil, there are three moles under the corners of his eyes, which can be connected to form an inverted triangle."

... Nonsense, do you still need to tell me what I know."How did he treat you?" he asked.

"He cut off my left hand."

Gan Luan decided not to be used to the monster's wayward radio waves anymore, he threw his right hand and grabbed his left hand: "What is this?" If Gan Luan could jump out to watch this scene, he would definitely feel that these two people have spirits question.

Gan Lan's fingertips were soft and cold, and she flinched back, Gan Luan locked her fingertips slightly.Gan Lan said, "This is a corpse."

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If one day... humans want to sanction monsters... it must be the monster's fault! ! !

Gan Luan threw the body away, then walked up the stairs nobly and coldly ignoring Gan Lan.Two steps, he said: "Then do you remember your mother?"

"I gave her my left hand, but she didn't want it. Just like you."

Gan Luan couldn't take it anymore: "What do you mean by these weird stories?"

Not long after they met, Gan Lan cried twice, can he be called a crybaby?The first time was because he was afraid of Gan Xiao, Gan Luan knew it, so he covered his eyes, so Gan Luan's palms were wet.The second time, Gan Lan faced the corner, wailing for her mother, watching the tragedy he couldn't see, and fell into it alone.Those two times Gan Luan was an outsider.

the third time.Gan Lan stood at a low place, so she raised her head, so her tears fell like stars, so she was silent and sad.

Can't deny it, he can't deny it, although he doesn't know anything, but he can't deny the truth of the tears.The illusory person melted into the snowdrifts, the red marks at the end of his eyes seemed to be burning, the fundus of his eyes was faintly glowing, and his eyes were as deep as the sea.It is indeed a wandering monster.He was at a loss, his eyes contained fables, and he seemed wronged: "Just like you. You saved me."

He said, "But you don't want me."

"Mom doesn't want my hand, brother doesn't want me." His uneasiness made him shaky.He was like a pale shadow: "If you don't want me, please kill me."

"Yes. I should kill you." Gan Luan went down a step and stood with Gan Lan.He was devastated.As if the dark night sucked away the light, the stairs and this empty old house were all eroded, crumbled and wiped out.They were left in ruins.The dense fog grows like a cloud passing through, and the ruins of the ruins are invisible.They are left in despair.Gan Luan approached Gan Lan, grabbed his neck, and pushed the monster against the wall: "I should kill you. If you don't exist, I won't need you anymore."

Gan Lan managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Look at me clearly, and then let me die."

let you die.How can I let you die.You are the leaf growing on my dead branch. If you die, won't you let me die too?

The palms gradually tightened, but Gan Lan didn't struggle.His pallor was slowly tinged with red.

"I'm sorry." Gan Luan let go of his strength and said in a low voice.He didn't want to explain too much, anyway, they were all the same.A couple of lunatics.

"I won't let you die. Never." He still held Gan Lan's neck with his hands, as if he was holding Gan Lan in his palm. "I will let you live well, safe and comfortable, without touching you at all. You are not dead, but it seems to be dead. But you are not dead after all. Only I can make you die." He couldn't control the declaration of sovereignty, and it was useless to repeat words, though there is no one else here.

"I let you stay here, and you will always be here."

Gan Lan lowered her eyes: "So, didn't I get what you wanted?"

"Please speak in human terms as I wish." He grabbed his chin and forced him to look at him: "Tell me all about your past."

This is a water squanderer.The eye sockets can't hold those stretches, like the eaves can't keep the raindrops, they rustle and fall. "My past, even I can't figure it out."

In a sense, Gan Lan is absolutely obedient to Gan Luan, they all know that.But the body is never better than the heart, and the formulaic worship is not as good as a devout look.He will obey Gan Luan, but he is only a subordinate who waits to be dealt with.The subordinate will not tell the immediate superior what color the real rainbow is in his heart.He would just point to the sky and promise.

Mr. Gan Luan subconsciously used his fingers to catch the slipping liquid, which made the opponent's chin wet and slippery, making it difficult to grasp. He returned his hand to the opponent's neck without using any force, and only used two fingers to support the mandible.

You see, when Gan Luan asked him to look up, he would maintain that angle, but his posture was always skewed: "I have impressions of some things, and others feel like dreams."

"You just say it, I will make my own judgment." What I prefer is the truth.What I abandon is falsehood.

"Why don't I say it. If it makes me feel better, why don't I say it." His eyes were bent, and he was laughing and crying. "Because you know it all. You don't know it now, just because you don't want to know. I can't take the initiative to tell you again. Those are things you don't want to know."

Gan Luan opened his mouth, suddenly seemed to be choked back, unable to make a sound—here again, as if a shackle had been tied to his frenzied heart, a sore pain from the abyss surged up his throat, and his chest trembled uncontrollably. The roar of solution.Like a mouthful of stuffy blood that must be swallowed, Gan Lan always makes him taste the blood.They are just as extreme.Every time, he was scarred by instinctive restraint, and every time he let it go, he was defeated.He couldn't get any closer.Sovereignty does not know where. "Okay. Then you mean, I know who you are?" He turned to the window and suddenly didn't want to face Gan Lan: "But I don't know." He thought: If I knew, I would definitely hide away that day.

Although Gan Lan is always like an unsolved mystery, every time Gan Luan can find out the authenticity of his misinterpretation maze.He thought: I used to know who you are, but now I don't know who you are, so...

The answer flows from the beginning to the end like an electrification: "So, you said I don't want you?"

That was the only explanation, and it turned out, maybe, that it wasn't just a whim of nonsense.Although Gan Lan wrote and acted in her own world, these words can be connected together like reincarnation.There are two points that are beyond doubt, "You don't want me" is full of complaints, and "I can't make my own claims" is full of anger.As long as there are emotions, there will be loopholes, no matter who is against whom.Gan Luan thought: Then let you go for now.

temporary.

In the afternoon, Gan Lan stayed in the study, and Gan Luan occasionally passed by, but everything was fine, and the two lunatics formally ceased fighting.But the good times didn't last long, and several times, Gan Luan heard Gan Lan chanting nonsense, with ups and downs, and the atmosphere was disgusting.

"TO! Luan!"

"You are!" Gan Lan shook the piece of paper in her hand: "You are the outline of Shuangxue!"

"You are the stream of ice and rain!"

Gan Luan leaned against the door, trying to strangle him to death.Gan Lan learned Gan Luan's posture of propping her face, put her face with one hand, and put a piece of paper upright in the other. With her back to Gan Luan, she twisted on the chair: "Um cough...you are! From the mountains! Changfeng!"

Let the high mountain winds blow you madman to the sky and blow it up.

"You are the dust of the desert!" The figure with its back to the door trembled suspiciously: "You are mine! You are mine!"

Gan Luan slapped the howling Gan Lan, "I'm your uncle!"

"Don't quarrel, brother, tell me to finish reading." Gan Lan twisted again, sat up straight, her mouth was pouted, she held the paper in both hands, she was very serious, she didn't even look at Gan Luan.

"That's why! Your unique and unrepeatable soul! Create a beautiful city! The capital of reincarnation!" (Gan Luan is about to throw up: "You wrote this disgusting thing?" Gan Lan: "No. ")

Gan Lan stood up, held the paper upright with her left hand, and spread the paper in a semicircle with her right hand, looking at the eye paper, then at Gan Luan: "Your eyes are the place where you walk all over the world..." They lost their minds for a second , just like the occasional clear picture when rewinding, that moment is eternal, eternal in that moment.

"I won't say," he said, tilting his head once, like singing a nursery rhyme: "I won't say, you should know, you should know. This is the secret that grows together in our hearts."

"Hmph, the only thing that can grow together in our hearts is the thought of 'you crazy'." Gan Luan took the piece of paper and looked at the beginning: To Luan.End: From Xiao Yuji.

Gan Lan said: "It's also possible that they killed each other. So, who is Xiao Yuji?"

Gan Luan gave up the treatment, and only answered the first sentence: "Yes, I wish you good luck." In his heart: Damn, isn't Xiao Yuji a man?He folded the paper back, stuffed it into the book, took the book away, put it back on the top shelf, took another one, flipped through it, and handed it to Gan Lan. The whole process took more than ten seconds.

Gan Lan: "I just saw three of you..."

Gan Luan was expressionless: "Normal, God is everywhere."

Gan Lan was going to get the book back, Gan Luan stepped on the edge of the table, blocking the way, very powerful.Gan Lan could only ask him: "Who is Xiao Yuji?"

Gan Luan has selective amnesia: "I don't know."

"Then why did you put it away, is it a love letter?"

"That's the challenge book."

Gan Luan's only relationship with the school basketball team was that box of old sour socks.And Xiao Yuji's socks are one of the contributors.But his memory of Xiao Yuji was very vague, and he couldn't even remember his face at this moment.But in his mind, there still seemed to be something about Xiao Yuji, but at this moment it was covered with dust, and it was a blur... Forget it, it's an irrelevant person anyway, if you really can't remember it, let's just let it go.He only remembered that later Xiao Yuji said that the book belonged to him, and he quickly recognized it and took it home with efficiency first, picking up a drawn grenade like a fool.

Gan Lan said: "So, you humans need to express your love first in the challenge letter?"

"That's right." Gan Luan thought, very good, the radio system is also beneficial.

This time it was Gan Lan's turn to be expressionless: "True or false. Lie."

Yes, you monster still has human common sense, this is too fake.Gan Luan was about to play dead.Oh, but, he thought, it suddenly occurred to him: But Ye Li, who came out to him in the first place, is really gay.

Gan Luan withdrew his noble legs and sat down on the table again. He has a bad habit: when communicating with others, he likes to look down.Gan Lan has already sat back, leaning on the back of the chair, rubbing the pages of the book with her fingers, with the sound of rubbing, her knuckles protrude slightly, and her posture is loose.The book was spread out in her hands, Gan Lan didn't have any strength to grab it, Gan Luan just pushed it aside, the book fell onto the carpet without a sound.Gan Luan stomped on Gan Lan's chair, right in the middle, between someone's relaxed legs, safe and sound.Gan Lan was startled, and suddenly looked up.Gan Luan said, "Very well, don't bow your head." He supported his elbows on his knees, and rested his chin on the back of his hand: "Next time that Ye Li asks if he can kiss you, you just say no."

Normal people lean back, monsters lean forward.Gan Lan straightened her back and had a "head-to-head confrontation" with Gan Luan, struggling to breathe.Gan Luan: ...Gan Luan said who is afraid of whom!He stretched out his other hand, and pinched Gan Lan's face from bottom to top like a water polo. That cold face sank into a soft place, and his mouth made a "boo".Gan Lan shrunk her mouth and asked him, "Why?"

"Okay, let him kiss you." Gan Luan was about to leave, beating mentally retarded people was not his style.

Gan Lan turned around and leaned on the back of the chair, reaching out to grab Gan Luan's away sleeve: "Aren't you curious? Why did he say that, and what will happen to him if I promise him?"

Why did he say that, because Ye Li is a face control with no integrity.What will happen to him, he will kiss you.

But Gan Luan didn't answer, he just said, "I'm not curious."

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On that day, before the night moon came, Gan Luan asked Ye Jing on the phone: "How can I communicate with a mentally handicapped person who claims to be not human?"

"It's nothing more than two directions." Ye Jing said: "It's either black or white, either fierce or gentle."

"speak English."

"First, the relationship becomes better. We use a game term... called a strategy." Ye Jing paused: "Second, let him fear you and obey you...that is, unscrupulous...hehehe... terminology, domesticated."

Gan Luan: "..." Tobeornottobe?

This code is really a problem.

Ye Jing said unhurriedly: "First of all, he will not be indiscriminate and xenophobic, and the start of losing control is not random. This shows two problems. First, he can still be saved," Gan Luan interjected: "Nonsense." Ye Jing continued: "Second, if we find out the cause of his loss of control, we can explore the meaning of it. Besides, he has self-harm behavior. I think the second kind may have counterproductive effects. Therefore, I suggest gentle treatment, and also It's the first one, otherwise..."

Gan Luan: "Worst case?"

"It will be broken...sanity is rotten...this is just a description, and it turns out that it is a real madman. I don't think you want to."

Gan Luan: "Wait, I never thought about the second one."

Ye Jing laughed a few times: "Why are you guilty?"

Gan Luan cut off the mean laughter.He is being watched, this perception is different from the past, it is not a ray of naked light, but a winding and lingering entanglement, that look seems to be wrapped around him - this kind of gloomy life is except for the one Who else is the monster.

Gan Lan at the end of the corridor is like a faint shadow, only his eyes are real.Received Gan Luan's gaze back, he hid back in the room without saying a word, a trace of the corner of his mouth curled up by the door, and it passed by in a flash.Gan Luan suddenly thought, very good, maybe it was difficult to touch in the past, but at least it is good now, no matter what you do, I can see it.

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Some things, just thinking about it, are very refreshing.Otherwise, how did those drug addicts come here.Yes, with the armor of justice, what about perverts? !Human nature has no rules before justice!That's it!All for the truth.He has already done everything he can to make a lunatic of unknown origin and intermittent madness his brother, he has fallen so far, so what if he is a voyeur (loud, eyes glaring, fearless in his heart)!Let's go forward on the path of abnormality!Any extreme is always beautiful!