Fugue

The next day, the refrigerator was still the same one, but there seemed to be a certain fish at Longmenmen eager to try it.Gan Luan, who was not getting enough sleep, felt that there were not two people living in the house, but one person and one ghost.Closing the cabinet door, I saw a ghostly shadow leaving in a daze; when washing hands, there was always a group of shadows floating around behind me; when I was tending flowers and plants, I turned around, and the balcony was haunted, and the low chair was overturned by itself; until he took out a book , a certain grimace panicked and moved back a lot, but there was nothing to coax—there was only such a little distance between the bookshelves—Gan Luan rubbed his eyes and asked him: "What do you want to do?" As I said before, when other people lack sleep, they usually appear angry and murderous, but he is completely opposite. The more sleepy he is, the softer his voice is. At this time, Gan Luan originally wanted to ask viciously, but he lacked murderous intent, and his speech was as light as a Coax the little princess.

Coward hid in the crevice, looking even more timid, like a thin water plant, with a green face and bleeding from his lower lip.Gan Luan couldn't figure out what could be so timid about this guy, if he dared to kill someone, why would he be afraid of him?

After all, because Gan Luan's speech was ten times gentler than usual, the counselor finally dared to speak: "You... quit Teacher Ye?"

Gan Luan was no longer sleepy: "What?"

Waterweed wanted to slip away: "It's nothing." Gan Luan grabbed him by the collar and said, "Come here." Now that things are going on, it's boring to put the refrigerator again, so it's better to solve it on the spot.Don't get me wrong, it's not about Gan Lan's life.

They sat facing each other, in the compartment where the bookshelves stood up. There was rain outside the window, and the water droplets dimmed the casement, rolling down or merging gradually, a scene of wet fog and confused people at both ends.No one can see clearly in the fog, unless...

stick together.

Gan Luan felt that the tea table was in the way, so he stepped over and sat next to the coward. To be honest, it's rare for a scoundrel to be cowardly.First of all, he couldn't help touching the bandage around Gan Lan's neck, as if there were wrinkles there, and he wanted to smooth them out.In fact, it is bald and smooth, and the bandage is beautifully wrapped. I don't know if it is because the delicate face is pleasing to the eye, or because the nurse sister is very skilled.He touched the front from the back and asked, "Do you have an Adam's apple?"

This question is too much, so as timid as Gan Lan, she gave Gan Luan a blank look, and replied in a low voice, "Yes." , the entire palm is covered, feeling rugged.

Gan Lan couldn't help raising her chin slightly, her eyes were like sacrifices going to death.Gan Luan sighed: "No, I can kill you? If you die, I have to die too."

"Let me ask you, you have been cowarding for more than ten days, and today you finally dare to face the king, just because of Professor Ye?" Thinking about it, I was very angry, but I still didn't have enough breath, so I could only sit comfortably on the back chair, narrowing my lazy eyes slightly, Wen Tun said slowly: "Professor Ye is teaching very well? You have a good time studying? Then I invite him back?" In fact, Gan Luan's study progress is still a little bit behind, and he wanted to condescend to teach Gan Lan. , but now that I'm talking like this, I don't know why I've lost that thought, and I don't want to deal with any difference, slap in the face.He is wearing earphones, and he is repeating the only piano song in his mobile phone (JSBach: EnglishSuiteNo.6inDminor, BWV811-I.Prélude), which he now abbreviates as No.6. He thinks that Gan Lan should not put all his energy on himself Swallowed, he still has many, many...unfinished things...Gan Lan can't be the focus.He was going to call Ye Jing: "Then just invite him back." Gan Lan said anxiously: "No need!" The phone was quickly snatched away, and the earphones were thrown on the opposite sofa.Gan Luan touched the slightly painful earholes, looking very tired: "Then what do you want..." Convinced, really convinced.He turned sideways, propped his face with one hand, stared at Gan Lan intently, his pupils half-opened, leaned on the sofa, bent his right leg, put up his other hand, and almost encircled Gan Lan.Gan Lan huddled pitifully in the corner: "Why do you need a tutor." Gan Luan: "Huh?" The sound was long and low, like a lion's snoring. "Why don't you teach me anymore." Gan Lan turned to the glass and drew circles on it: "Why don't you ignore me anymore."

Gan Luan played with the hair of the person in front of him: "Well. You don't listen to what I say, but I teach you so well that you can listen? Besides, how can I be taught by that professor?" Gan Lan grabbed the back of his head Raging hands: "What do you want me to do?" He turned back.Gan Luan sat up straight involuntarily: "What?" The hand supporting his face slipped down and grabbed his neck, his own.I don't want to cough, so far this is the only way that works.

Gan Lan rubbed her face, and changed into a narrow smile: "Okay. To be honest, I want Teacher Gan to teach me more. The so-called teacher for one day, father for life. Dad Gan..."

Gan Luan: "If you make trouble again today, you, a traitor, will be expelled from the school."

Gan Luan thought, no, Ben Wuqing No.1's heart is already cold, and Fei Er can slur it up with a few good words: "It's nice to say. Let me tell you, every good thing you say is like a line, stop saying it, I'll let you Professor Ye came back to teach you, so don't go to school, I think you can't adapt to the slow progress in school." Gan Lan began to knock the glass with her head: "So what do you want me to do? Instead of studying with some professor, I I want Teacher Gan even more. You don’t believe me when I tell you. Ah. What should I do?...What good or bad things, I can only tell the truth." (Gan Luan: "You little shameless.")" You are not happy, I know, you are not happy. But I don't know..." His voice softened, as if wet by the rain outside the window: "How can I make you happy?"

"Would you be happy if I admit that I'm reciting lines? Then I'll admit it. Whatever you say is what you say. As long as you...don't be angry, don't ignore me..."

Even if this puppet is acting, even if what he said is all false.But why is he crying?But why is he crying?

Gan Luan: "Have you ever learned..."

Gan Lan: "What?"

Gan Luan: "Cry."

Gan Lan smiled miserably: "I will kill whoever hurts you. I have only learned this sentence."

Gan Luan: "Illiterate."

Gan Lan: "Yes."

He lifted his chin and wiped his face like a fragile piece of art. "Look." Gan Luan patted the coffee table, and the little puppet, who had been kneeling steadily, suddenly stood up and danced, babbling and humming the melody, vivid, playful and cute.

"To me, you are like this dwarf. Do you understand?" Gan Luan thought for a while, "At first it was fresh and interesting, but later, I read more and became less interested. But it won't let me Not happy."

"Why do people get angry with puppets?" Gan Luan said.There is not even a trace of pity, his eyes are only looking down, like the creator staring at his failure.

Gan Lan was silent for a long time under this kind of gaze, or it could be said that he thought for a long time, or he wanted to say the following words a long time ago. Sentences are poured into the long river in an orderly manner like flowing water, and they don't care where they go, they are just talking.

He said: "A monster is a monster because it was born. How can we destroy what we are born with? We can only make the whole broken, or die."

He patted the table, and the dwarf continued to dance, again and again, as always, so he said again: "I'm sorry, Gan Luan, I understand what you mean. But, I will dance that dance forever."

Gan Luan lowered his eyes and listened quietly. His breath was calm, like a drowsy shelter from the rain under the eaves in an afternoon when it rained. He could sleep or leave immediately.

Gan Lan said: "I was born for this. I close my eyes and perform the movements of the first act. I don't need music, I don't need beats, I don't need conductors. Those are costumes that make falsehood more ridiculous. Everything No, I close my eyes and open them again, and I can take a curtain call."

After dancing to the song, the dwarf returned to his peaceful and quiet appearance, with a smile engraved on his wooden face, eternal and serene.

Gan Lan kept patting the table and making it dance: "When I'm awake, I'm waiting for my master at the glass counter; when I'm asleep, it doesn't matter whose palm I'm lying on. Palm dancing, I know, I'll never wake up. Brother."

His hands and feet were tucked into the overly long sleeves and trouser legs, his whole body was huddled up, his chin rested on his knees, his face was tilted, and the gushing liquid would slide down obliquely, roll into his temples, and dissolve his side Face."I'll never wake up," he said.

"Then why are you crying?" Gan Luan took out a lot of tissues, as if holding a big white flower, and the flower gradually became wet and turned into a ball of shredded paper: "Who would cry in a dream? Those who are about to wake up people."

"No, cry because he's a monster."

"Is that so, because he is a monster, so he cries?" He saw Gan Lan in a daze, like a small clock with a dead battery. ...Gan Luan said again: "Then let me ask you another way, for whom is the monster crying? It is for himself—" At this time, he smiled, a little frivolously and proudly.The fact is that, once he disliked Gan Lan's ever-changing attitude as flirtatious, in fact, when it was his turn to use a smile, he was no different from Gan Lan, which made people lose their souls, even though this smile was not kind, it also oozes a little evil.

He smiled for a while before continuing, "It's still me."

This sentence made Gan Lan very puzzled. He froze his posture, as if he was in a trance, and even forgot to continue the tears.Those eyes were soaked in a color that he didn't even understand, wave after wave, like the surface of a wind-wrinkled lake, slowly melting away, returning to jet black.

"If I never existed, would you still cry?" Under his palm was Gan Lan's small head. He smoothed the man's soft hair and pulled Gan Lan out of his daze.

They were facing each other, Gan Luan held Gan Lan's face in his hands, and he looked at this tender face that was red from crying, deep pupils, red eye tails, a homeless monster.The way he made him feel has not changed.Gan Lan should be like this.This is very meaningful, but Gan Luan didn't realize it at this time.

He just stared into Gan Lan's eyes, looked into the deep place, and said word by word: "If he cries for me, I will accept his tears, just like planting a tree in the wilderness that only belongs to me. "

After fluttering and fluttering, Gan Luan suddenly woke up from the drowsiness of the drizzle in the afternoon, put down Gan Lan, turned and walked downstairs, almost fled.Walking to the corner, he stopped again, there was no light at the corner, he hid in the darkness, covered his expression, like a clown with a strange face:

"You have to know that my wasteland has nothing."

Later, Gan Luan hid in Ye Jing's room, turned on the speaker, and there was that lingering No. 6 again. At this moment, this style of music made people feel more self-consciously dark.But he didn't care, he wanted to hear it, let the ugliness whip him, it was his truth.He thought: I did my best.It is difficult to win over Gan Lan, he is a fully grown puppet.However, the greater the difficulty, the higher the profit, this is an ancient law.If he stood at the end of the destination and looked forward, and the progress bar was pulled to the present moment, what he did might be correct, or even wise.But in the middle of the game, he couldn't help questioning himself: Should I be hypocritical or sincere?

What wasteland... what kind of tree... I blurted out without thinking-a sentence that even nine-rate poets would dislike.Really stunned.Isn't this just deceiving feelings?Although Gan Lan might not understand, Gan Luan thought: I know what I'm doing!

Then let Ye Li go... But this, isn't it just exchanging the blood on your own hands for a fake blade?

To gain a heart, what else can I do besides exchanging it for another heart?

The piano music reached its climax, and the extremely fast rhythm pierced into his mind like sharp icicles, piercing his last fluke of self-deception.

No, if it were me, absolutely not...

Then the train of thought will be blocked here, and the "impassable" sign will be erected, and it will not be possible to turn left and right.Struggling on the spot for too long, he felt that his eyelids were heavy, and once they were closed, he could no longer lift them up.Take a nap to escape, Gan Luan thought, I'm so cowardly.

If you don't want to lose, there is no other way...you have to tighten it tightly, so that he can't escape even if he is smashed to pieces.Cowardly egoistic villain... This is Gan Luan... Don't cry for this kind of person...

He fell asleep slowly. In his dream, Gan Luan looked around, raised his head and lowered his head, and realized that he was standing in front of the boundless iron railing. The thin black iron pillars were erected one after another, piercing into the sky, with no end in sight.There was another pale bush on the other side of the iron fence, a young man's neck was wrapped with a bandage, and a large bouquet of Pat Austin was sleeping with him, and he could even smell the fragrance of tea diffused from the other end of the iron fence.

He wants to go, he wants to go, but the bars are unrelenting.There is no end, both ends are endless, the dome is black and gray, and he can't even tell who is outside and who is inside.

Suddenly, it changed from pale to full of blood, and a large amount of blood spread like a battle, and in a blink of an eye, it became a pool, and the young man was soaked in crimson, like a blood-nourished Gu.The boy slowly opened one eye towards him, the fire turned into dark red and hid in his eyes, he said slightly: "Mom doesn't want my hand/Brother doesn't want me/Daddy put me in a cage..."

"Daddy hid me in a cage..."

"Daddy hid me in a cage..."

"Daddy hid me in a cage..."

The blood man kept humming a single line.

The alive blood gradually flowed over the tip of the nose, causing the young man to stand up and walk towards Gan Luan, leaving bloodstains all over the floor.The sound of iron chains rattled, and the boy's feet were shackled.He stood up in a pool of blood, as if a kind of tempering had been completed.The blood beads condensed and dripped spontaneously, revealing traces of white gold.He still kept one eye open, his dark red pupils were tolerant of others, staring closely at Gan Luan, as if growing silk tendrils, entangled and entangled, Gan Luan pinched his neck, tightened the itch in his throat, other than that , he has nowhere to escape.He recognized the blood man: "Gan Lan." He said, "Are you okay?"

Gan Lan also recognized Gan Luan, he stepped forward and grabbed the iron railing, the chains rustled, some blood slid down the black pole, and Pat Austin burst open behind him, raining flowers all over the sky.The closed eye continued to shed blood and tears, his forehead pressed against the crack of the railing, and the open eye pressed against him: "Brother!"

He was very frightened: "Brother, run! Run!"

Unexplained but extremely clear fear hit Gan Luan, like a splash of ice water pouring over his head and body, Gan Luan trembled involuntarily: "What should you do?"

"Me?" Gan Lan closed one eye, and the corner of her mouth was crooked: "I'm fine."

He slowly opened the other eye, the eye socket was empty, as deep as a black hole, and a rotten breath rushed over like fog...

"I'm already dead."

At this moment, Gan Luan could no longer suppress the itching in his throat, coughed violently, and gradually woke up...

He opened his eyes.A flower, a tea-scented flower caressed his eyelashes.Gan Lan was humming that damn song: "Daddy hid me in a cage..."

Gan Luan grabbed the hand holding the flower, snatched the rose, crushed it, and held it in the palm of his hand.He sat up, pulled it suddenly, and Gan Lan almost fell to his knees: "Ah, I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall."

Just to make you fall.Gan Luan put his legs down on the bed, gently pushed his knees, and Gan Lan was almost lying on his lap, "What are you doing..." Someone who lost the ability to move independently turned around with difficulty, a handful of orange-red petals fell from the sky, and the fragrance of tea was dizzying... …

Gan Luan turned Gan Lan over, it was as easy as flipping pancakes, and helped him sit up again—it was so light that it didn’t feel real to let him sit on his lap—and stopped his straight waist with one hand, and put the other hand together He stretched out his legs, and then reached out to pick off a flower on his head: "Let me see. Oh, I'm alive and well." He kicked his right leg, and Gan Lan swayed accordingly, wrapping her arms around Gan Luan uneasily. neck, this guy is still in a daze, his hands are only subconscious.As a prank, she flipped her right leg again, and Gan Lan came back to life, ready to pinch someone.Gan Luan leaned closer to him and took a closer look. It wasn't some ghost's dark red pupils, and there were no empty eye sockets either.The light in the room was not turned on, but the door was open, and the light from the outside far dimmed into his eyes, flickering in waves.Like the light shining into the deep sea, sparkling silver.

living.big living.Warm big living person.He pressed Gan Lan into his arms, anyway, he was a short man, easy to maneuver, he didn't care if Gan Lan liked it or not, at least for this moment, he didn't care.Gan Lan's body has a slight tea fragrance, and it is very soft, stuffed into her arms like a pillow.Oh, so cute.

Gan Lan slipped out from Gan Luan's shoulder, tapped his chin on his shoulder, and circled his back with her fingers, asking him, "Are we reconciled?"

"Of course." Gan Luan shook, abruptly: "Don't blow on me..." He grabbed Gan Lan, "Don't blow on my neck!"

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"But, do you have this in your doctrine?" Gan Luan let him go, as if he was about to fall asleep: "Whoever hurts me, you kill him. The second person didn't hurt me." Gan Lan said: "He will " Almost at the same time, Gan Luan chuckled, the corner of his mouth curled up, and the tip of his nose sniffed at the knuckles of his index finger: "What do you think I have to do with Bian You?"