Fugue

"Why do I feel that you are particularly annoying today?"

In the downtown area, the traffic of pedestrians is like a sunflower forest in the prosperous season.Gan Luan and Gan Lan are like holding a little sun. They are sailing against the sea of ​​eager eyes, and they are struggling to open up a new narrow path in a wave of fresh sunflowers.The sky suddenly narrowed like a straight line.The person facing him is upright, while the person facing his back suddenly suffers from crooked necks, either near or far away, his face swaying towards (Chao) Yang is full of eagerness, almost submerged, yet inseparable.It's like taking a breath that can never be taken back, watching death knitting a sweater, watching the sweater take shape, watching the "death jumper" about to envelop you.

Just today, if I hadn't gone on a killing spree.Gan Luan thought, then I will be killed by sight.It was a desperate realization.Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, turned around and pinched Gan Lan's face, his thumb and middle finger sank, and his jaw supported his chin, which forced Gan Lan to look up. Like the shy leaves that are gathered, the bangs are blown away by the wind, and the tail of faded hair falls back slightly.At this time, the crowd was slightly stagnant, and the two of them were like reefs erected in the waves, enduring the ambiguous "beating" of coming and going.Gan Lan's face was raped by a desperate human being, even though there was no sin or even innocence in this face.Despair makes human beings radiate chills, the reef turns into icebergs, and the icebergs pinch innocent people. He said grimly, "Why do I feel that you are so annoying today?"

Blinking, blinking again, innocent as Gan Lan said unwillingly: "You are not so generous."

It should be unobjective.Gan Luan ignored him, and called Ye Li: "Next time if you want to do something ostentatious, just give me a dog leash, the kind that ties up a large dog." There was a ringing on the phone, and it was Ye Jing : "Are you stupid, there are so many people in the place where you stay, which one who cuts off his head will sneak up on you at this time?"

"You think I want to? You let me and Gan Lan..."

They clasped their fingers together, and both wore black trench coats, Gan Luan long and Gan Lan short; but they had the same shape and design, with a square light blue pocket on the left sleeve and upper arm, and a wide cloth belt tied to the zipper, which was dragged down long. The foreign language "Die Lehrevom Sein" is printed on it, and the cloth belt tail is embedded with a metal ring, and a hollow five-pointed star hangs down, swaggering back and forth with the steps.Gan Luan reluctantly pulled the zipper to the top to cover her neck, looking mysterious; Gan Lan opened her blouse, revealing light blue overalls, with one trouser leg folded up, looking lively.

Gan Luan yelled into the phone: "The moth wants to attack the luminous body, is it the luminous body's fault?!"

"Okay, okay, change the route." The tiny earphones stuck in the ears of the two said so.

A person always hides at home, the body will undergo incredible changes, for example, in some unspeakable places, colorful hairs will grow - this is Ye Li's exclusive theory, because the source of the last sneak attack cannot be confirmed, He suggested that the two housekeepers should go out more often, that is, take the initiative to lure the enemy.

I don't know who is on the other end of the headset, talking like sleepwalking, and the drowsy breath can swim over through the earplugs: "Well...you can go to the path, don't quarrel with those two idiots, um... "Sigh: "Ji University High School knows, right? If you don't know, just use navigation, um..." Yawn: "Go over there, take the path. Um... The high school is on holiday today, there is no one in the school, it's a good place." After speaking, the other party took the initiative to cut off.Gan Luan looked back, and Gan Lan was rubbing her tear-filled eyes.Although he really wanted to yawn along with the earphones, but——he exerted force with his left hand, and Gan Lan looked at him blankly.Gan Luan said in a low voice, "Did you forget what you did when you went out today?"

Gan Lan stopped rubbing her eyes, followed Gan Luan side by side, twisted a finger in Gan Luan's palm, smiled at him, and narrowed her eyes: "Kill the person who sneaked up on you."

"Follow me closely," he put his hands in his pockets habitually, but unfortunately he also took Gan Lan's hand in.

……

He hesitated for a while between pulling it out immediately and how to pull it out calmly, and he chose not to pull it out; then he continued: "Run at the critical moment. Many of us, do you understand, want to kill people to play?" Game, don't mess with my plans here."

While talking, the two turned into an alley, Gan Luan was quite familiar with the route near Ji University High School, after all, he had been here for a school year.It's also a coincidence that he is going to let Gan Lan go to school in the attached middle school, so no matter whether he gains or loses today, he can take Gan Lan to familiarize himself with the environment in advance.After a while, he felt that this idea was shameful like a carefree old woman.Gan Lan, he just needs to let this person live.The so-called scourge lasted for thousands of years, and he has quite confidence in Gan Lan: "You have advanced ADHD, right?" I don't know, schizophrenia!"

"I was discovered by you." Gan Lan suddenly became serious, with a face like a steel helmet: "It was all discovered by you. Yes, I will be bound by moonlight at night. It's like taking cartilage powder. Let me say this, you humans will Do you understand?"

Gan Luan looked forward, as if there was no such madman nearby.

The lunatic jumped up and down: "We monsters live a hard life. Only during the day can we vent out the dark and chaotic energy gathered at night. You humans can't understand it."

"Yes," Gan Luan said coldly, using Gan Lan's tone, "We humans just want to eliminate heresy like you."

Before he knew it, the earphones hadn't made any sound for a long time. Gan Luan took out his phone and found that there was no signal - he guessed it was blocked.The entrance of the attached middle school seemed to have been cleared, there was no one in sight, and even the guard room was empty.To flee is to admit defeat.Gan Luan said: "Let's go, this is where you will go to school." He didn't know if Gan Lan had noticed something was wrong. There is a fight for self-knowledge.

The High School Affiliated to Ji University is the largest middle school in Jicheng, and its floor area is a boast of the school. They wandered from the playground to the teaching buildings, passing one building after another, until Gan Luan was in a trance and wanted to make an emergency call for himself .

A paper airplane fell at the door of the art room, ADHD ran to pick it up, pushed open the door of the art room, and a smell of mixed paint spread out, overshadowing the smell of dust in the corridor.

Gan Lan lay down on the desk in the art room, like a puddle of plaster mud: "I can't do it, I can't walk anymore."

Gan Luan thought: Their target is me, is it unnecessary to bring Gan Lan?Maybe they are jealous of Gan Lan?

He said: "You hide here, no matter what happens, don't run around, I will come to pick you up. Gan Lan."

Gan Lan turned his face sideways, his pupils shone with light, making his eyes focus: "Is this your order?"

"Yes." Gan Luan thought: I have to say something, I have to say something, I have the ability to make him obey.Make the best use of everything. "Come here." Gan Lan came over, and Gan Luan supported the back of his head: "Your life is mine, and I will leave it to you to keep." He should smile, he thought, and he bent his eyes.As a result, Gan Lan's eyes suddenly became very serious, with a hint of...unexplained sadness, like morning dew in a mist, cool, clear, and hazy.Gan Luan continued, "Don't die, Gan Lan."

The point of attachment is "don't die", he has always known it, but he just doesn't understand why the meaning of this person to him is as high as "don't die" and ends with "don't die".

"Wait for me to pick you up. Remember who you are, the position I gave you, the identity I gave you, it has long been yours." Gan Luan stepped back a few steps, Gan Lan stayed where she was, lowered her eyes, Like a dull plant that lacks water and light.

If there is an end...

He finally left, but the last sentence lasted longer than the figure——

"Exclusively for you."

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First get the signal back.Gan Luan ran out of the empty campus, all the way unimpeded, when he rushed to the crowded street, he had the illusion of returning to the world.The phone rang instantly: "Why are you alone? Where's Gan Lan?"

"He's hiding in the attached middle school." Gan Luan didn't have a chance to continue asking, and shouted on the other side: "Hurry up! The rest of the people go to the attached middle school! Slot! They've been placed together again!"

What were they talking about...he could understand it, but didn't want to realize it.I don't want to understand, I just want to be a sleepy fool.

... There was a sharp itching in the throat, and the lingering smell of blood.

If a person always makes you feel that the end is coming, always makes you taste the blood, always makes you hesitate, always makes you escape, always chokes your heart or violently beats or suffocates silently, if this person is not yours, Shouldn't that kill him?

Shouldn't that kill him?

Shouldn't that kill him?

He made me sick, very sick... Gan Luan thought.Is it possible to save him by killing him?

Kill him.

He cannot die.

Just kill him.

Only he cannot die.

Like the night a few days ago, Gan Luan started to cough violently again, while choking his throat that had suddenly become ill, he ran back at full speed, the cold wind poured into his chest, like a knife cutting, he couldn't tell whether it was the wind or the heart , Is the wind too cruel or the heart too fragile?Cruel and fragile?These two adjectives are too ridiculous... This is not Gan Luan, not him.It is a disease.He remembered that there seemed to be a genetic disease...Gan Xian said that he heard it overheard, but he forgot the specifics. Does he have it?So what about Gan Lan, who is he?He couldn't remember anything.

Why?Why?Who is Gan Lan?Who can answer him?Dead grandpa?Parents who quit drama?The lingering bird people?That Ye family in Yao City?No one can be trusted.

When he returned to the art room, he saw Gan Lan curled up on a person, with a vicious breath, her knees pressed against the person's neck, her veins bulged, and she gave all her strength, leaving the person with no room to struggle.He tightly covered the weak chicken's mouth, held a dagger in one hand, and raised it up—the boy was soaked in blood, the crimson flooded the tail of his hair, his left hand was engraved with hot red, his pupils were bright, the corner of his mouth was tearing into a smile, and the blood spattered on his chin The flowers are bright and dazzling, like a gluttonous ghost.This Gan Lan is awake, a sober demon.But he was going to kill, Gan Luan saw it.

"Stop," he said, and he walked straight over, only he could approach the madman: "I want to live."

"He must die." Gan Lan glared at him, the first time she faced Gan Luan with this expression.

The people below twisted wildly, Gan Lan's short knife fell like lightning, and the man lost an ear, and the tragic howl pierced through Gan Lan's fingers. His tender cheeks were full of blood and tears, his face was beyond recognition, and the red corners of his eyes had real meaning at this moment, these were bloody eye corners, this was a bloodthirsty monster.

"I must kill him, brother."

paper airplane.Gan Luan suddenly saw the paper airplane in Gan Lan's chest pocket, a thin line picked up from the long and complicated memories, stretched, stretched continuously, and pulled out a film-like picture——

"You left it on purpose, didn't you," he said.He was suddenly disheartened, as if trapped in a dark cloud, watching the world covered with gray rain and gloom.He sees the mountains in the clouds, the mountains are like tall towers overlapping forests, endlessly engulfing all creatures, wet birds, frenzied jungles, overturned dens, collapsed dwarfs, bewildered mountain people and a trace of walking alone. .The solitary man looms, like a mist that wanders, and his solitude makes him almost transparent.

This is the cage you gave me, keep me in it, keep my eyes fixed, make me fall on this dark sky, the misty rain, make me far away, make my eyes full of murder, make me never see—— The positive you that wants to disappear.

The target wasn't him, and never had been.

The attack that day was aimed at Gan Lan. They deliberately attacked him in order to attract Gan Lan.They succeeded, and Gan Lan seemed to be crazy—so, they knew that Gan Lan had this instinct, these people knew Gan Lan—as they wished, Gan Lan was taken away by the person who attacked him, until night, he It was only at the end of the alley that I found the dazed and delirious Gan Lan.What happened in the middle, even Gan Lan didn't remember, or pretended to forget, after all, the person in front of him never, never told him the truth.

"You knew that this person's target was you." He was right, because Gan Lan's eyes... this idiot, he couldn't escape him at all, not even a single bit.

How sad, ridiculous, and hateful this is; this person, at the last second, made him feel that "you were born for me", every move, every move, every frown, smile, and every hair, he thought he had a firm grasp.But in the next second, the incompetent branches and vines had firmly locked his feet and legs, unable to move, and he was in a dilemma. It turned out that he was trapped instead.Is it because they are born to restrain each other, or...or is this Gan Lan just for him?

"You just want to stay and kill him." He grabbed Gan Lan's blade, and for the first time, Gan Luan was dominated by anger, and his gaze was no longer concealed.At that moment, he saw that Gan Lan's pupils seemed to be mixed with all the colors, but in the end they were chaotic, nothingness and pitch black.Once he realizes that there is nothing he can do, he will give up immediately. This style of behavior is not unique to Gan Luan, and so is Gan Lan, so he let go of the handle of the knife without hesitation—someone stepped forward and crushed the escaped man immediately. people.

Gan Lan stood up slowly, turned around slowly, turned her back to Gan Luan, and walked slowly towards the podium.Like a numb walking corpse, whose brain has long been eaten and hollowed out, and is summoned from afar, it moves forward, keeps moving forward, and its steps do not deviate at all. Should he be a puppet that returns to the darkness, or walks towards the light to go to himself? destroy?The road ahead is unclear, but Gan Luan thought, no, I won't allow it.I will not allow you to go your way now.

"You never thought about it." Someone took the knife from Gan Luan's hand and bandaged him. He didn't know who it was, but he just withdrew his hand, grabbed the figure in front of him, and said through gritted teeth, "What if you die? !"

The walking corpse paused.

Ye Li, who was thrown away, said: "So this is where you got angry?!"

Gan Luan gave him a cold look.Ye Li raised his hands in surrender: "OKOK! Friends pack up neatly, you talk, we'll go first."

Ye Li is a shit stick.In a blink of an eye, Gan Lan had hidden under the podium, hugging her into a ball, her face puffed up, staring at Gan Luan outside the podium, her eyes were shadowy and full of tears, like two flickering distant lights, faintly glowing .

Under the rage, Gan Luan's black face was very steady.In my heart, I was angry and funny.A living person, this is a living person.Be reasonable, let's be reasonable.

He supported the desk with both hands, using his body as a prison wall, trapping Gan Lan inside: "You don't believe that I will protect you. Brother? Don't you call me brother? My father is your father, and my mother is also you." Mother, in black and white, I will make it come true with my own hands. What kind of blood feud between you and me is worth your guarding against me? Could it be that my existence will kill you? Am I your negation? Either you die or I die? Then Well, if you want my life, you can take it." The more she said, the more angry she became, and she also became angry when she saw Gan Lan's aggrieved sample.Before I knew it, I also squatted into the desk, and faced the little puppet: "Your life is also mine, you promised that day, or are you a complete little liar? Are you forcing me to doubt you? So good, you think I don't know? You come now, every step you take in front of me is like acting, who gave you the script? Little puppet. What do you want to do when you approach me? Steal my things? Ban me? Want my life? Here it is, all of it. You can come and kill me. But you just don’t believe it, you never believe that I can save you!” Obviously only I can save you, but you never believe it.

What kind of disease is this?He couldn't help asking himself: What's wrong with me?What about my stingy saving of time and effort?What about my selfish egoism?What about my shameless superciliousness?Are they all dead?What sickness did I get?

I'm sick.

"You don't believe everything I say. Just like I can't believe everything you say."

Gan Lan buried her mouth in the crook of her arm and rubbed left and right. He lowered his gaze: "I'm a liar and a monster. I'm really suspicious. I have bad intentions."

Gan Luan was thinking, this is not what I want to hear.

"You are hopelessly stupid." He poked Gan Lan's forehead with his index finger, "I don't need your confession."

"You're a person who never corrects his mistakes, don't you?" He stared into eyes that were as dark as the deep sea, and was about to dive in: "What are you pleading guilty to, and I won't punish you. Do you understand or not? My life..." I treat him as mine, my selfishness, my egoism, you all apply.The only thing I need...is to truly belong.

Who would confess to himself, it would be nothing more than ripping what he knew out of self-deception, rolling over again, dusting himself with the dust of self-loathing, and then dusting it off, and walking on alone, human beings are harsh on nature, but extraordinarily gracious to self .

"I'm not pleading guilty, I'm stating the facts." Gan Lan grabbed Gan Luan's index finger and bit it hard.He felt pain but he didn't withdraw his hand, not now; pain makes people awake, just as lethargy makes people feel at ease.This person, who came with a dream, made him so... take it lightly; but it was so painful that he seemed to... have a dim light in his heart.

"Excessive expectations are shameless. Why do I always emphasize brother and brother to you, because I am a shameless person; and because I like your expression every time I call you brother..." Gan Luan: "Hmm. Gan Lan laughed at herself, with a bitter mouth: "Don't comfort me, I know my own position. I am dangerous, my existence is dangerous, I am a very dangerous existence..." He scratched his hair helplessly , Tilting his head and saying, "But it won't endanger you." He looked at Gan Luan, mustering up his courage, his eyes were as blind as ever...either real or false, but he always fell in the "middle", like someone rising from the boundary of the other side The flimsy paper banner flutters in the wind, half awake, half asleep, half dead, risking his life, but tough as rushes, like a puppet when empty, and once there is light, he is a sensitive young deer.

He held his index finger, as if it would be more sincere: "I am indeed here for you, and my life is yours. But," the scarlet murderous intent stained his clarity: "Whoever hurts you, I will kill you." Who." His determination was as cold as an ice cellar, and as hot as lava, like a raging stream under a glacier, undeniable, irrefutable, and indestructible, which belonged to Gan Lan's icy madness.

"Only this one, I only have this one belief." Gan Lan took Gan Luan's outstretched hand and raised it up to the chin line, her hands were full of strength, as if they met for the first time.At that time, Gan Lan said "I like you" with a careless youthful flirtatiousness and teasing, but this time the feng shui took turns. The young man who had pretended to be indulged has already messed up his heartstrings and spoke incoherently.

"Please believe me once, the above words are all true."

what is this.This is equivalent to saying nothing, do you think I can't see? "I said, you don't need to confess your sins, and you don't need to repeat what I know. I don't even want your past. I just want your life." But you never really gave me, you don't believe it.You always talk to yourself, direct and act on your own, and you always have the secret of tragedy.You don't want to go from monster to human.Because you don't believe me, you don't believe me.I can't kill you.ah.What can I do with you.You are going to die, but you cannot die.You don't believe me, damn you.I'm useless, damn you.You make me feel worthless for being so...so...damn, but you still don't believe me.

Gan Luan's drooping eyes were clouded with a layer of grayness, he was healed, he thought.I have this one advantage.

"I trust you like I trust a mechanical puppet to dance. Trust you."

"Xavier's Dream" once produced a series of humanoid dolls. At the beginning, the chief designer in charge of the project was very stubborn, and did not allow the slightest frivolity in the doll settings.His design concept for this set of dolls is "if it is true", he said that the imitation that is infinitely closer to reality will also be beautiful; he is idealistic.

The goal of the project is to develop instant-response dolls - pull hands, the doll will kiss hands - and other interactive toys; themes such as "Knights of the Round Table", "Seven Dwarfs", "Forest Assassins" are planned, Will be rolled out gradually as a series of sets.

The first set of dolls was based on the "Knights of the Round Table", and the first finished product was completed by the chief designer himself. He searched the historical materials in order to be infinitely close to the famous legendary knight "Lancelot". Cutting, to the softness and color of the hair, to the depiction of expressions, to the action design of instant response, etc.After cutting out the shoulder girdle of the knight almost insanely, he fell ill, physically and mentally destroyed, and kept yelling grotesque dreams, such as "I saw his soul", "he exists", "let him live" Wait... I was so obsessed with imitation that I became obsessed with evil, and I was admitted to the hospital as a special case of "work of art", and everyone in the know sighed.Due to the huge cost, the final output of "Lancelot" was only in single digits, and its whereabouts remained a mystery; Gan Luan's one was given by Mr. Gan.

In order to commemorate the idealist designer who is obsessed with beauty, "Lancelot" will always be ranked first in the suit list of "Knights of the Round Table".An accidental tragedy actually fits the controversy of Lancelot himself in the legend. The name of this line has unclear meaning in the minds of many buyers. They don't know why a name that does not exist is written on that card. List, just as history cannot confirm whether Lancelot is real.But the last few mottos left by that crazy guy in this world are wailing for the existence of this knight:

"I saw his soul"

"He exists"

"keep him alive"

keep him alive.

"Lancelot" under the madman designer is a sad monk holding a rose, staring at the rose in his hand all the time, as if pouring all his affection on it, with gentle and sad eyes.If he took away the rose in his hand, Lancelot would take a step back in panic, shake his head helplessly, cup it in his hands, look down at the empty palm, and feel sad again.When you return his beloved rose to him, he will kneel down on one knee and offer this delicate orange, but at this time, you can no longer take that rose. Lancelot only has this kind of stubborn Consecration pose, he makes you dream, as if you can get the allegiance of a knight, but firmly locks the key of the dream.Can't take it away, unless you dismantle this perfect doll.What the crazy designer was trying to say, or if it was just unfinished, is unknown.Lancelot will forever exist as a dream.

Gan Luan once bought a dwarf, held hands with him, he would sing happily, pat the table, and he would dance.Gan Luan disassembled the dwarf. Its internal structure is not complicated, it is just the gears. The handle will touch the mechanism, so the gears rotate. action, dance.Once set, the gear will always follow its trajectory.It's a formula, it's a single dream that repeats itself, it's a puppet show.

The puppet will not realize what he is, he will only turn the gears again and again, dance forever, repeat the dream, forget again, and go round and round, neither sad nor happy.

The gods bestow infinite gears on human beings, and limited gears on puppets. How can the infinite ask for more from the limited?

If you are desperate for "limitation", if you are desperate for living.Then you can turn off the switch.

Turn off the switch.let him die.Roses will always be his.

Turn off the switch.

Is the only way left to strangle him?

His hands climbed onto Gan Lan's neck, and with both hands, he rubbed the boy's warm and sticky neck. He rubbed all the blood that hadn't dried up, ah, as if it had been broken, look at his eyes , is the eye of death, he has already prepared it.But why is he crying?It sucks.Ah, but he is so weak, so easy to handle...off, switch.

When he realized what he was doing, Gan Lan had already collapsed in his palm and lost consciousness. Gan Lan had no resistance to all his movements.Fortunately, he still has breath——

"Ye Jing! Ye Jing!"

He hugged the limp Gan Lan like a puppet with broken gears: "Save him! He wants to live!"

The empty horror of the art room echoed his voice, he trembled, and the echo that pierced the silence betrayed him.

The eyes are cloudy.A limp man is like a piece of paper, lighter than nothing, more empty than passing, weak, so weak that it is almost nothing.How is it possible, how is it possible for him!

"I saw his soul"

"He exists"

"keep him alive"

"Ye Jing! He can't die! Let him live! Let Gan Lan live! Before I die! He must live!" He was like holding blood glass that was easily broken, the deep red, burning through midsummer, and Crispy as thin ice.

Someone is coming... finally...

It turns out that you...you walked up to me covered in bruises, played your rogue and petty temper, and directed and acted in a tragic moonlight play by yourself. If you promised me your life, you just wanted to die here?

He thought of that night when Gan Lan poked at the tip of his heart, his eyes were full of moonlight, and the deep bewilderment shrouded the night like a mist; he ruled the night.Gan Luan was speechless in the night, and Gan Lan pointed to his heart with ease:

"Look at me, let me die," he said, and he poked at the tip of his heart, stinging and real.

No.impossible.Impossible.

Your life is mine.

You have to live for me.

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