Fugue

As a human who does not want to waste his life, Gan Luan has planning addiction and obsessive-compulsive (planning) disorder; similar to a miser who hides money, he cannot allocate his energy to any irrelevant people or things, which is extremely economical egoism.

Recently, something has been pinching Gan Luan's nerves: that lunatic Gan Lan.That madman always dressed as a ghost in clothes he didn't want.Shameful.The slightly longer clothes can cover the thighs, so this guy doesn't wear underwear!No panties!What kind of medicine did that streaker Ye Li give Gan Lan?He can actually run around without wearing underwear!No panties!Like eating!So naturally no panties!are you crazy!

Gan Luan couldn't bear it anymore, and the madman justified it: You turned on the air conditioner to make it too hot.

That's not because I'm afraid you'll freeze to death!And is the heat the reason you vacuum?

Plague wipes out human beings, and lunatics plague humans.Before he went bald on his own, he decided to give up treatment!No, he decided to draw up a plan for Gan Lan to wear underwear—it’s wrong to say the least—the title was:

[Secret] Abnormal human clothing purchase plan.

99 detailed texts are omitted below.

When writing No.40 and five items, Gan Luan was anxious for a moment, and when he came back, he saw Gan Lan coming out of his room, holding a book in his hand, which looked familiar.Gan Luan stopped him: "Did you see it?"

"What? What?"

"It's nothing." He shut the curious abnormal human out of the door with a fierce face.When he finished digesting his detailed plan and destroyed the draft, there was a shrill scream from downstairs, female sex.Gan Luan's first reaction: Oops!Which aunt came suddenly and made Gan Lan start flying knives again?In an instant, his thoughts became the most real, and Gan Luan had to admit that he was ruthless.The ruthless Gan Luan quickly threw away the crumpled draft, came to the kitchen, where the sound came from, and saw a part-time worker holding a wet book with water splashing on his face: "Yes, I'm sorry."

Gan Luan took out a tissue and handed it to her: "It's all right, forget it."

"Crack." A stack of paper fell from the gap between the books, and the ink smeared, like a roaming tadpole.

To Luan... two words like a worm crawling.Gan Luan closed his eyes and said softly, "Throw it away." He turned around, closed the door, and went upstairs.

Kicking the door: "Gan—Lan—!"

The vegetable garden was empty, and Gan Lan poked out from the next room with her messy hair, "Brother—brother—?" This person only showed a pair of smiling eyes, shining like a thief.

……

How should I put it, the feeling at this moment.

Oh what a painful realization.

Today's door is not locked, and tomorrow's bottom will be wiped out.Life without locking the door is like running naked. A stalker will always teach you how to be a human being.

The next day, Gan Luan, who had mastered 99 detailed plans, was ready, as if he had the highest law of all human beings in his heart, and took Gan Lan out; fortunately, this person remembered to wear pants when going out, otherwise Gan Luan would have to call the police... No, let's call an ambulance.

It's just that whenever the destination is close at hand, there are always extra branches-"branches" are Gan Lan's "limbs".They entered the shopping mall from the parking garage. Gan Lan couldn't move when she saw the puffs. She had magnets tied to her arms. !The first plan was forced to be deleted.Gan Luan thought, it's not that he accommodates Gan Lan, but that this guy is so lucky, the puffs are the angels of sweets lovers!What about dating an angel and breaking up a plan?You can take my heart, my body, just throw it away, but my soul will last forever with the angel's holy light!Yes or no?Dear Puff Angel Your Excellency.In this way, someone who is more active than Gan Lan breaks ten contracts.

To Gan Luan, tearing up the ten plans was like cutting flesh, but dating an angel filled the emptiness in his body.It was only later that Gan Lan made him cut his flesh thousands of times.With so many angels, you can’t lose sight of one or the other, right?Gan Lan is very weak today, she can't walk when she sees a dining chair, or stares at a certain storefront and pretends to be pitiful.In short, it's hateful, those who eat and drink can pinch Gan Luan's seven inches every time.The whole morning passed, Gan Luan looked like a walking skeleton, sad.The stomach is full, the mind is in ruins, and the corpses of the planners are strewn all over the place.

In the afternoon, the rest of the planning party gathered at one place, Wu Tiao came out tremblingly, handed a crumpled token to Gan Luan, and said: "The survival of the country... in one fell swoop!"Gan Luan took it with tears in his eyes, crying goodbye.

Gan Luan thought: They're all eaten like pigs, it's useless to come to the Archangel... even to come to the Lord.Wait for my good news, comrades-in-arms, this kid must pay for his blood today!

The two of them were wandering around the floor because they wanted to digest food.Then they stepped into a field of colored tiles, and a wave of dolls, real and fake, living and dead, rushed toward them.Wutiao-jun took a deep breath and turned into dust, suddenly a hint of ominous premonition came, Gan Luan just wanted to bow his head and leave.As for Gan Lan, he raised his head stubbornly and recognized the trademark of "Xavier's Dream": "Isn't this a cabbage?" So he couldn't walk anymore, wishing he could collapse at the door.

"Don't you think it's too childish?"

"But you're the one tearing cabbages at home every day."

Yes.In this hopeless world, every day there was a new reason for him to want to tear the cabbage.It's fine to tear off the pillow and stick it back, but murder is against the law.Gan Luan is very serious: so you are looking for death if you are so unscrupulous!He said, "Go."

Gan Lan hugged the mascot at the door by the neck: "I'll give you my life..." Gan Luan dragged Gan Lan away like a kidnapper, almost causing the bear to fall down, and a group of laughing and laughing children helped him stabilize it.Gan Luan covered Gan Lan, and said to Xiong, "I'm sorry, he's mentally retarded." Gan Lan: "Ummmmmm!"

Be careful!He moved Gan Lan to a safe corner and asked, "Shut up?" Gan Lan opened her eyes wide and nodded.Gan Luan let go of him, and said earnestly: "This kind of secret setting will become invalid if others know it." Oh my god!Shame!Please don't go away from me!

When the pointer of time is turned back to the afternoon of that day, the afternoon when the color book tower was revived.Gan Luan and Gan Lan, they breathe the breath of the book tower, the circular stairs are like ancient trees, growing towards the sky, Gan Lan climbs up the branches, and Gan Luan stops at the roots.Sunlight pours down from the end of the ancient tree, the color of glass ripples slightly, and the walls are covered with sleeping treasures.In their eyes are reflections of the story made up of colored glass, a melody of dust, and a long fragrance of aloes.Human beings look at monsters and live in their eyes.No matter when you peek into the deep place, there is always this scene: human beings look up from under the tree, and the dome is full of stars, and he catches his eyes.He closed his eyes, in his eyes, Gan Lan and Liu Guang blended and alienated, as if growing together and about to disappear.

Only they are awake, and whoever comes back to this time, only they are awake.No one can penetrate.But here, this moment is eternal, history cannot be erased, and history cannot be destroyed.He lives with him forever.

"Or let me put it another way, here, does it remind you of anything."

This wall-full collection of ancient books is in separate volumes.This surrounds and goes up to the arrangement of the dome, which is easily accessible and untouchable.

"In the past, I was with them, in a never-ending nightmare." Gan Lan sat down and leaned against the wall of books: "You have been there." He is like a cat hiding in the night, only the pupils are left to stare at you.

Gan Luan nodded, showing a rare smile, a smile that tended to be real.Showing off his face is a pleasure, but he rarely gives a smile its true meaning.He always smiles in a formulaic way, which is the imprint left by Gan Xu lifting his smiling muscles day after day.The corners of the mouth are pushed up, the corners of the eyes are slightly drooped, the eyebrows are gentle, restrained and alienated; or, with a smile, they are implicitly tit-for-tat, and inadvertently reveal murderous looks-the glare of others is a smile to him.Maybe no one knows, no one knows that he can do the same: his chin is raised slightly, his upper lip is slightly pursed, his eyes are slightly closed, his brows are lightly furrowed, and his deep pupils are affectionate, like a blessing from a god, full of gentle forgiveness.

He said, "Me too. I didn't finish them because my dreams weren't as long as yours."

"But your dreams are more intoxicating than mine."

"Maybe." It's true that this place is more dreamlike than that depressing apartment, and it's not an exaggeration to say that he is more intoxicated, but: "If you are in a dream, then don't wake up. But when you are awake It's best not to dream."

Come back from Mars, little monster!

little monster……

Gan Luan said to him: "I didn't pay attention to what those books are. You can see if they are here. If there are, you can continue reading." All unfinished books can be continued here.Unfinished bibliography, unfinished destiny, and unfinished life.

"Not a single one, I suppose."

Do you know how tall this book tower is? Do you know how many books are included here, ranging from astronomy to geography, world history, famous races and customs, science fiction and strange stories...Gan Luan thought: be deep, be serious, Otherwise, how to express the sincerity next?No, it should be said, otherwise, how would I sincerely express my next proposal for the radio system.

Gan Luan said, "Could it be that those book pillars are full of books like 'I'm picking up a vegetable by the side of the road' that are written by a domineering president or a handwritten book?"

"I chose those books." Gan Lan said seriously, "You know I have human habits."

Gan Luan nodded: I know.I know now, more than before.I wish there were more.But that doesn't mean I'm curious.

Gan Lan said: "Human beings never say what they mean. They talk emphatically about other people's disasters and show regret, but they have nothing to do with them. But they keep repeating and rambling, and they seem to be gloating. It's not true, it's because they I am also afraid of being stuck." He took out a book and covered his face: "I said no, but I was actually afraid of not."

Gan Luan also went up and sat on the other end of the stairs, the log railing was printed on his back, they were facing each other.Someone will clean the book tower regularly, so you don't have to worry about dust.Gan Luan put one hand on his propped knee, and the other on his extended leg (that leg moved to the next step), feeling the warmth of the armrest on his neck.Gan Lan put one foot against Gan Luan's, hugged her knees with her hands, and fell asleep in her arms with the book she just unwrapped.They are so, as if sitting relative to each other for a long, long time.

"Also," Gan Lan said, "there is a kind of people who, the more they lack something, the more they disdain it, and they insist on showing their disdain to others. On the one hand, they like to deceive themselves and others to get the truth from the illusion, and on the other hand, they pretend to be serious and discard the illusion. "

"That's right." Gan Luan, a human being, quietly listened to the monster's criticism of humans.Intuit good temper, Intuit high self-cultivation.The Dove of Peace will give him a certificate.

"So there are many kinds of books on those bookshelves, and they are remote. They are corners. And, there are almost no emotional ones."

What does it mean, no lack of affection, or no affection?As far as he knew, the answer to the rancid formula was ruthlessness.Anyway he is.

"It's not lacking." Gan Lan saw through him again, her quiet eyes turned into a deep lake color, slowly drowning him without a sound.

He said: No shortage.He looked at Gan Luan, the lake in his eyes was turbulent, a green sky.He stared at Ganluan, which grew like a thick branch, with dark flowers blooming and withering again and again.He frowns and smiles among the branches, the fragrance of the vegetation turns into fog, he is hidden in the fog, only his eyes are blue.

"No shortage." Gan Luan repeated his words and nodded.He didn't refute Gan Lan once today.Ke Ganlan's eyes hurt him.It seems that "not lacking" is not contentment, but emptiness.

"No shortage is a good thing." Gan Lan folded her hands on her knees and rubbed her chin: "Do you agree?"

"I don't know." He really didn't know.He doesn't have "that thing".

Gan Lan hugged her legs and swayed back and forth like a tumbler, her cheeks puffed up, and she smiled flatly: "Most people in the world are envious, because happiness is always someone else's. If you don't lack it, you don't need to be envious."

"I understand." Gan Luan stretched out his hand suddenly, and his hand covered Gan Lan's drooping head. His fingertips felt light, and his hair was soft. His five fingers passed the side of his head, and he touched Gan Lan's ear: Well, revenge.

He drew circles along the pinnae of his ears: "I can't make people happy because I don't know what that is."

Some people, as long as they are alive, they are a kind of strength.For example, this vegetable is a pessimistic living person.Maybe that's why he calls himself a monster.Gan Luan realized something: You should have died, like me, you should have been a dead person, sleeping with the corpse.But no matter what you are, no matter what you are, I have already thought about it.I will give you the power to regenerate.It's like I stood up from the ruins, so it doesn't matter if I give you another hand.

"However, there are many things you couldn't have before." He asked Gan Lan to look at him: "I can give you all."

Teach him everything he is unfamiliar with and lacking, in every detail; send him to school, take him on a trip; supervise his making friends.Those books that made him understand the world, and all the cold words he touched, Gan Luan can make them warm and real.

Can do too much, Gan Lan is like an empty shell, the body of a puppet.Now that he has caught him, then the truth of this person will be filled by him.

Dolls and Transformers, boys and girls, most of them have longed for toys in this "humanoid" shape.Why not flowers and plants, not monsters?Because they have limbs, faces, and heads like humans, they are like their real partners.Consciousness of the same kind is innate.It is utterly loyal, obedient, and will always embrace you with open arms even when you are beaten and trampled and thrown far away.A child's best friend is never a living thing.

If he's still... no, he is.He is that kind of naive child, who has not yet washed away the cruelty of his birth, and is full of unspeakable ignorance all day long, with a hollow voice echoing in his chest.It was a primal desire, a selfish, egoistic nature.In this world, there must be one, there must be one, the only true partner that belongs to him alone and that no one can snatch away.His, totally his.Totally belong, so gorgeous.Look at this fragile little puppet, he has his mystery, but he is not inflexible, he can develop him into the shape of his dreams.

Gan Luan said, "You say you are a monster, so be it. When you are willing to become a human again, I will welcome you back."

Right now, Gan Lan showed his favorite clear eyes.No matter what you are.No matter what you are.he thinks.

"How could they not die like this? They also died together because of this." Gan Luan read out this poem, and Gan Lan once said that this ending is good.So Gan Luan said to him: "If I don't die, you can't die either."

His palm touched Gan Lan's side face: "You don't have to remember anymore, just kill the past. I don't need your confession anymore."

Gan Lan opened his mouth to speak, but Gan Luan stopped him, leaned forward, covered the lower half of Gan Lan's face with one hand, clasped his chin with his thumb, and walked slowly along Gan Lan's burning ear with the other hand: "From now on."

He grabbed his ear, leaned close to his ear, and whispered softly, letting the heat blend.His breath seemed to be absent, and his slow voice seemed to come from the ancient void.He utters the curse of plunder:

"Give me your life."

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Before leaving, Gan Luan shunned a rabbit blindfold, two red eyes were staring fiercely, and the rabbit ears were drooping.He put the thing around Gan Lan's eyes: "Hehehe." He breathed into his ear: "We agreed."