Fugue

They went out as a pair, but came back alone.Ye Jing explained: "I asked Ye Li to live in the apartment in Yaocheng. When you want to go to Yaocheng, that apartment will be safe." Seeing Gan Lan "facing the roof, the autumn wind is bleak", it was rare to speak to him : "Xiao Juan, don't worry about Ye Li's words. According to your brother, it's best to stay away from him. That guy kills people like whack-a-mole, and perverts are terminally ill. If lunatics have levels, Ye Li is a disaster type of."

Hehe, then Gan Lan is the big bang type, but—Gan Luan raised his head from a piece of cake: "When did I say that? And who is the special scroll?!"

Ye Jing also sank into the sofa: "Do you dare to swear that you don't think so because you are impotent?" These lazy sofas are very popular, only the serious Gan Luan has not patronized them.

Why is it impotent again?Is impotence going to take over the universe? !Well, he didn't dare, he asked Ye Jing: "Have you eaten?"

Ye Jing's shiny hair flashed in a circle: "Are you asking me?"

Gan Luan started to eat the second ice cream cake, his face was cold and cold: "What else?"

"Why doesn't Xiaojuan eat?"

Gan Lan shook her head mechanically, and her whole body was soft on the sofa, like a slime, melancholy transparent green, jelly-like; her eyes reached the ceiling in a straight line. After 500 years, there should be a hole in the melancholy ceiling.

"He likes to eat or not." Ji Cheng Wuqing No.1 said so.

"I didn't ask you." Ye Jing climbed up from the sinking of the lazy sofa: "This apartment has four bedrooms, and the one in Yaocheng also has four bedrooms. Ye Li and I sometimes come to live here. I'm so sleepy, so I won't be here today." Let's go, anyway, you choose the room first."

The slime came back to life, the cold-faced man tore off his expression, Ye Jing: "Look at what I'm doing, look at the room."

This new residence is close to the center of Jicheng City. The green shade construction of the residential area is based on the park standard, and the supporting facilities are perfect. The luxurious and reserved high-rise buildings are far apart, so that each floor has excellent lighting and is lined with the greenery of the green belt. The tide is full of landscapes, quiet and noble, and it is hard to feel that the bustling downtown business district is just across the street.

Three-storey duplex, a high floor with a very wide view, looking down at the green, overlooking the sea view, passing through the garden-like community, you can smell the strong car exhaust across the street, it is almost separated from the valley like the old Gan's house centuries.Gan Luan breathed a sigh of relief: "I live on the second floor." The third floor is perfect, but the third floor——

"Ah, then I'm on the second floor too." The opaque slime raised his hand.

There are a total of four bedrooms with private bathrooms in the new house, but the number of beds is five.The first floor is almost open, with a kitchen, dining room, entertainment, bathroom, everything is available, the style is simple, the content is full, nothing else, the area is enough.There is a small guest room on the first floor, this is the first; the main character on the second floor is the remodeled huge gym with a luxurious sea view bathroom, and there are two private bedrooms, this is the second and third; the fourth is on the third floor, suites, There is a bed inside and outside (Gan Luan: this design is very suspicious, the decorator may have bad intentions, he should be killed), with a large balcony.The glass floor is a sliding door, and the white wooden strips are cut into grids. Looking through the small grids, there is a solid, but unexpectedly verdant vegetation outside the door, as if it has moved some lush and gorgeous back garden.On the large balcony with lush grass, the log-flavored floor is paved in a cross, and there is a thud when you step on it. A small wooden table, two low soft chairs, a ray of blue blown by the distant wind, and small potted plants are arranged around the square table. giggle.The wind blows and the scent of tea is lingering. I can see that the vegetation in this lonely corner is alive, and the orange and red blossoms are hanging down, and the layers of flowers are like smiles.

"Pat Austin." Ye Jing said, "It looks very warm."

"This flower is really fat..." Gan Lan said with dismay, "It's so fat that I can't lift my head."

Gan Luan was touched by this feeling somewhere, the corner of his mouth curled up, and his lips couldn't help being poisonous: "You are the thinnest, and dogs like to chew on you."

Gan Lan smiled bitterly: "You are still the same. Nothing has changed, and everything has changed again. I discovered that immortality is the old enemy of monsters."

I found that you started to enter the plot again, Gan Luan said: "The sky is bright, don't dream."

"Did you make a mistake? Dreams have nothing to do with night." Gan Lan held up an orange flower: "Besides, only death can end dreams."

"Your reasoning is always..." The scent of tea, which is always sobering, is sometimes confusing. Gan Luan closes his eyes, and the phantoms in front of him finally close together.

Abandoned... the old balcony... he's leaving... he's leaving behind that bouquet of rich tea fragrance... that means...

Gan Luan opened his eyes, holding the orange-red boy but closed his eyes intoxicated, kissing the flowers with the tip of his nose, Yuan Feng fell in love with the boy, and wandered in love.His snowy hair hidden in the hood, his long windbreaker, his squatting bare feet and thin ankles, the orange-red roses swinging around him, the fragile green branches gradually attached to him, the distant eyes are empty blue, and the distance is close The dark brown floor, clouds and textures are integrated and in love; the breeze and the fragrance of tea love him, and he is indistinguishable from them.He is a young man who steals flowers unscrupulously, but the rose puts away the sharp thorns for him; the hood falls down with the wind, and the faded hair of the young man seems to indicate the age he has experienced.That is, the sin of eternal life... Sly, very sly.

"Always the most cunning." He said: "Your reasoning is always the most cunning." He was suddenly so sad that he couldn't say anything except this sentence, only this sentence, this is the only sentence here, he should only say Here, like a rose, there should be thorns, and he should push him down... You die and I live... You die... I live...

Someone patted him heavily on the shoulder, it was Ye Jing: "Gan Lan is not wrong."

Gan Luan woke up: "What?"

"They're just fat enough to fall."

Gan Luan began to roll up his sleeves: "I allow you to commit suicide by jumping off the building within five seconds, otherwise I will do it myself."

"You are really romantic," Ye Jing thought for a while, "You are really romantic, only roses make you feel alive."

"No." He looked at Ye Jing, his appearance was wrong, he should be shorter, more cunning, more rogue, more distant, more obsessed, more out of touch, more like nothing: "No, this sentence is not you Said."

"Yes, who said that?"

"You are really romantic. I have known you until now, only this bouquet of roses makes you feel alive."

Gan Luan turned around and saw Gan Lan standing among the flowers, he got up after saying this.The breeze comes, the tea fragrance is lingering, the hem of the windbreaker and the flower clusters form the only life here, the orange red is surging, and the corners of the clothes are fluttering; everything is solidified, aroma, smell, breath, blood, heartbeat, eyes, sky, you and me.The moment of history is engraved, just as it goes against the current again and again.All is eternal, you and I die forever, just as you and I live forever in this moment.

what is this?

The teenager smiling among the flowers, pure cunning, narrow-minded little rascal; this is probably the nihilistic spirit who rules his only beloved "Pat Austin"?Almost transparent, blown away with the wind.

He grabbed Ye Jing: "Did you teach him to speak? Who taught him to speak?" He asked Gan Lan again: "Did you say it yourself?"

He doesn't want answers.This is the second time.Gan Luan thought, don’t go deep into it. If there is a road that must be followed, you must not go deep into the other; the tragedy of human beings is that they can never go beyond ignorance.He breathed a sigh of relief: "I live on the second floor."

Gan Lan raised her hand: "Ah, then I'm on the second floor too."

Gan Luan endured it: "I'm on the third floor."

Gan Lan pointed to the bed outside the suite: "Then I live outside."

"You live inside!" Gan Luan had already forgotten his original intention: "French windows! Your favorite!"

Gan Lan hid in the hood again, squatting on the edge of the flowers, like an aggrieved patient—the kind with a sick mind—but full of confidence, with a strong revolutionary will, and her thin body screamed like a wild beast: "I can't stay outside!" I will die!"

"You're disobedient, aren't you?" Gan Luan put his foot on the black iron railing beside Gan Lan's head, showing off his good flexibility, and pulled off the hood that got in the way: "I will let you fall freely now."

Ye Jing waved the small handkerchief, not worried about the tension here: "The left side of the second floor is mine, and the right side is Ye Li's. You talk, I'm asleep."

"Huh?" Gan Luan was too late to twitch his feet: "Hello!"

Taking advantage of this gap, Xiao Ganlan rushed to the coat room like a wild dog, lying on the bed in large characters, forming a puddle of mud, her bare feet twitching triumphantly.

"Ye Jing, wait." Gan Luan grabbed Mr. Lanni's ankle, and twisted his palm to Ye Jing: "Look at this."

The skin of the sole of the foot in the hand is delicate, but there is a hideous scar like a rotten chrysanthemum in the palm, which is shaking slightly at the moment, Gan Lan said: "Why?"The scar was naked and arrogant, like a long-standing provocation piercing Gan Luan's heart: "Don't move."

"Is the smoke hot?" Ye Jing said.He is also not sure: "It can burn the soles of the feet to this extent, um... there is a feeling of superimposition."

"how to say……"

Gan Luan stared at Ye Jing with dark eyes.Ye Jing has long been used to Gan Luan's anger or deepness, and sudden paranoia and profoundness are common. He nodded, closed one eye, and the scar became clearer: "This level, I have to repeat it many times."

Gan Lan twisted her neck with difficulty: "What?"

Gan Luan let go of him and sneered, "Don't you know you have scars on the soles of your feet?"

Sitting cross-legged, Gan Lan touched the scar and whispered, "Actually, there are still many things I haven't remembered."

"Don't feel pressured, think slowly." Ye Jing patted his head.Gan Luan glanced at Ye Jing, Gan Lan raised his face, "The problem is, I just found out about it." He looked down at the scar, and the soles of his feet were so unfamiliar that they didn't belong to him.Gan Luan felt powerless when he saw the confusion in Gan Lan's eyes.

"You live in it," Gan Luan said, nodding towards Ye Jing who was leaving, and condescendingly facing Gan Lan with his hands folded over his chest, "Don't you want to bask in the moonlight?" Your monster skin.

"No." The monster's skin was well draped, deep and cunning: "Just let me in when I want to dry myself."

……

……

... This unworthy descendant!Bad intentions!Worry about hiding!Does he think he is mentally retarded? !

Gan Luan pulled him down like a big dog: "You choose, sleep next to your beloved French window, or go to the kennel on the first floor."

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Gan Lan is going to school.Gan Luan made this decision a long time ago, and gave him a bunch of test papers when he was in the old house.He also didn't know Gan Lan's education level, whether he was in junior high school or high school, he could be a fool with his appearance... If he was in elementary school, he might as well hire a tutor for a while.Everything was complicated, until the completion of the new house, Gan Luan had time to look through the pile of test papers.

Back then, I suspected that Gan Lan could not read, but now I want to review the... painting written by this guy?

A few roses were inserted into the beaker on the chemistry test paper, the grass-green branches were drooping, the flower cup was heavy, and the orange-red veins were like a smile... PatAustin...who gave him the colored pen?

But the problem is not here!

"cabbage!"

Except for the suite on the third floor of the new house, almost all other areas are used as study rooms. The walls are either floor-to-ceiling windows or bookshelves, and the partitions are made of tempered glass, plus electronically controlled shutters.This floor was the biggest renovation project, because Gan Luan wanted to move all the books from the Book Tower in the Back Mountain; although he failed in the end, this floor can be regarded as a small library.Facing the south, there is a low table, which is placed by the window. The secret is that the table can be lifted up, and there are hundreds of books in it.A few cushions, or a couch with a backrest, can be arranged around a low table.The bookshelves at the top are like barriers, one on the left and one on the right, forming a compartment with sufficient daylight, as if they were all put into this square box.At this time, Gan Lan was lying on the sofa inside, with her head facing the window, covering her face with a book, her hair was soft and drooping, and her slender fingers brushed lightly across a row of book spines close to her, as if Feel the ups and downs, the other hand hangs down naturally, the fingertips touch the ground, one leg bends the knee, and the other leg is put on the bookshelf beside you; lazy and unrestrained, like a wild cat that broke into your house, always occupying your sofa with a leisurely attitude, Noble anti-customer.

Other bookshelves lined up behind the two bookshelves in a row, half a meter apart, and the narrow window in the middle almost filled the wall. If someone stood between the bookshelves, their outlines would probably be blurred by the golden light, leaving only silhouettes.Most of the books are gathered in the place where Gan Lan stayed.

As for Gan Luan's location at the moment, it is in an office style, with two desks and some computer equipment, neatly arranged, as if a mage copied a set directly from the template: sit in a row, eat fruit, one for you and one for me.In the space between the two tables, there is just enough room for a small tea table with rollers and push handles, but there is nothing on it now.

At the oblique back of the desk, there is a light blue fabric sofa, with a dark brown to black woven coffee table and a milky white wool carpet, on which a few cabbages are scattered.One of them was being stepped on by Gan Luan.The sofa set is facing a small bar, coffee machine, small stove, electric kettle, everything, including the sink.Behind the bar is a row of dark wooden cabinets, which contain a lot of snacks and dessert ingredients, and possibly wine—it is said that this row of cabinets is filled with leaves.A wooden board that can be used as a tabletop extends below, and below that are a small refrigerator, a small oven, etc., all of which are a little cute, painted in the same color as the cabinet bar, I don’t know where I collected them.The high chairs stood upright in front of the bar counter, the bar countertop was so clean that there was only a smudge of light, and the wood grain moved faintly underneath.

The anti-customer Ye Maojun lazily stretched out his sharpened index finger, half picked up the covered book, hid in the small triangular slit, and his gloomy eyes acted as a search light.

Gan Luan, who was more diligent than Gan Lan, rushed over in an instant, and a cabbage smashed Gan Lan's back.Seeing that it was easy, Gan Luan grabbed the ankle of Gan Lan's upturned old Gao's foot, dragged it back, and dragged it with the strength to destroy the corpse, and Gan Lan became a dead body, twisted and twisted. Humanoid, face down, mopping the floor.

Gan Lan covered her face and said pitifully, "Anyway, I was wrong."

"Wrong, wrong, wrong! I would rather you be wrong!" The business of destroying corpses and traces was diverted halfway, because he found that the person was not completely dead, Gan Luan turned the half-dead person over and choked: "You are not cowardly! I will show you Not only did I leave homework without writing a single word, but also! Draw! Draw!" The next three words were pinched and said, one word at a time.

"Yes." Gan Lan burst into tears: "I betrayed the organization, please punish me."

"Why don't you use my little life..."

"Hmph." Gan Luan sneered, "I need to emphasize this a few times." He stood up, and by the way pulled up that acting school: "That's mine."

"It means that this thing can no longer be your bargaining chip, understand?" He asked Gan Lan to follow him: "Take apart the computer, you can't play anyway..."

It's just a combination of two desks. I don't know why, but in the end the room seemed to be swept away by a typhoon.This time, the two had a tacit understanding and ignored it directly.

Gan Lan was on the left and Gan Luan was on the right. He watched Gan Lan write the first character.

【Luan】

Gan Luan propped his face, while he was sitting sideways, as if his whole body was supported by his wrists, his eyes were pity; it was pity, like a god looking down.When this person is inadvertent, he always exudes a majestic aura without knowing it. Arrogance is the dress tailored for him, and laziness is the matte cufflinks.Gan Luan said indifferently: "Who allowed you to write my name." Who allowed you to be so unscrupulous, who allowed you to draw my favorite flowers, who allowed you to know so many secrets of mine, who allowed you to be like this, you are still not mine ?

Who the hell are you?

He promised not to press again, so he could only take out the most difficult math paper and give it to Gan Lan: "It only took me half an hour to write this."

"Ah, I can write this math." Gan Lan picked up a pen: "I drew that picture, I'm so sorry, I never learned that thing."

Gan Luan slammed his head on the table: Before straightening this crooked tree, I'd better ask a tutor...

"How on earth did you grow up..." he murmured.

Without stopping the tip of the pen, Gan Lan said casually: "Same as you. My true face is the same as you." He seemed to sing unconsciously: "Mom doesn't want my hand/Brother doesn't want me/Daddy hides me in a cage/I It's a dead person/I'm a dead person/The corpse can't see the corpse/The corpse can't see the corpse/I don't exist/I don't exist/Unless/Unless my brother comes to save me/No brother/No brother/My only god/Not brother/Not brother /The beginning of the beginning/No brother/God I love/Fall asleep/..."

He watched Gan Lan write all the math questions correctly, and he listened to Gan Lan sing the whole song.

He couldn't ask him why, Gan Lan was like a sleeping city, even though he was powerful in the city, it was futile, he had to break open the city gate, attack the whole city, even invade and occupy it - he would do whatever he could .As long as he wakes up for him.

Who made this person—he tasted the deliciousness of "fate" described by Ye Li—sing the song he least wanted to hear, but perfectly painted his favorite rose.

"You were born for me."

If PatAustin didn't have words for flowers, he thought it would be the right one.Domineering and paranoid, just like what he really is.

Later, Gan Lan asked Gan Luan a few questions, which seemed to be harmonious, but Gan Luan couldn't help it.His claws grabbed the back of Gan Lan's neck again, and slowly walked away like a threat: "A teacher for a day, a father for life. Xiao Caizi, you can't be too presumptuous, so tell me, should you call me father or teacher?" .”

Originally, Gan Lan wanted to die rather than submit: "Except for Gan Luan and brother..." At this point, he suddenly narrowed his eyes at him: "Dad...uh!" Ban: "Old, teacher, cough cough, Teacher Gan!"

Gan Luan, who had almost succeeded, smiled and patted the dog's head: "Good boy."

This is the first real seed between them.Bi Haiqing was heartbroken every night, and amidst the sights and sounds of countless long nights later, Gan Luan curled up beside the rose bushes, and the moonlight judged his sigh, which was the regret of the rest of his life.Should be regretful, should be regretful, the confession is in vain.

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