Fugue

It was sunny the next day.The large cluster of flowers on the balcony has yesterday’s raindrops. Under the morning light, it is as emerald as silver. Dripping and trembling slightly.The wind blows on the way, so a sea of ​​stars is rippling, or rolling and falling, or drawing a ray of light, like stars or tears, and the long tea fragrance is sober and awakening, and the net is spread lazily, and the flowers will enter the net, so intoxicating A ray of fragrance - it is a good scene when the fragrance of tea is flourishing, fresh and refreshing.

Lu Feng rolled up the stack of papers on the low table, Gan Lan picked up a small potted plant as a paperweight, Gan Luan had no time to stop, so he had to vent verbally: "You're crazy! It's wet!"

"Write it after you finish it." Anyway, the test paper he has to write is endlessly thick - this person likes to pretend to be innocent with roughness, he is just a rascal - but Gan Luan can't bear the roughness: "It will wrinkle when it is done."

"It was I who wrote it, not you." This tone is the revival of the tail that has been slumped for more than ten days. "Who did you write for? Didn't you show me?" This tone was full of the aggressiveness and arrogance that had been suffocated for more than ten days.

"It's so wrinkled that you can't see it?" Carefully probing.

"Can't see." The tone was firm.

I saw Gan Lan holding up the "paperweight", trembling with trembling hands, carrying the water-logged object from one end of the table to the other end of the table, and sprinkled the fine liquid all the way.Gan Lan (weakly): "Hey...it's all wrinkled...you won't read it even if you write it." Seriously: "Don't write it, it's a waste of time."

So your purpose is here!

After fighting this scoundrel for a long time, Gan Luan immediately followed suit: "As long as it is written by you, I will approve the test paper even if it is hot. I will not hesitate to do anything." Affection doesn't cost money.

There is nothing to love in life, the whites of Gan Lan's eyes are turned up: "But I don't like to write on big waves."

"It's okay, classmate Gan," Gan Luan handed the tablet to Gan Lan, on which were displayed a variety of colorful basic training comprehensive sets: "Which one do you like, I will buy it for you. Hey, you can buy them all Come on, don't pick it, it's a waste of time."

Gan Lan climbed to the edge of the flowers and picked one up: "If you want to buy more, I will kill it and commit suicide!"

"Why are you so lazy as soon as you meet me?" Gan Luan speculated several possible reasons in his mind, and found the one he was most displeased with: "Your Professor Ye can teach you this, and it can be done in half a day, right? Why don't you Do you hate me? Shall I ask him to come back?" In a sense, Gan Luan may have a tendency to masochistic—that is, his reasoning, his thinking is always biased in the direction that he does not want to happen; and he believes it is true, which is masochistic The essential.

"Yes...it might be true." Gan Luan looked at Teacher Gan's expression, "To me, Teacher Gan can teach me again. Taking out her mobile phone with no expression on her face, Gan Lan slowly completed the words: "Who is Professor Ye?"

"He is your long-lost wild father." After leaving this sentence, Gan Luan ran away in a panic, seemingly in a hurry.I regret halfway through the run: what did I run for?ill.But you can't turn back right away, that's even more sick.He thought: Then I will go down and calm down for a while.

Speaking of Gan Lan's study progress, he only needs to make up one more chapter of the subject (at first he thought it would be a piece of cake, and he could finish it in half a day, but he didn't make any progress after tossing around, Gan Luan suspected that he had encountered the kind of intentional follow-up. A naughty student whose tutor finds fault) (actually), Gan Lan will be able to skip the exam and join the class just like he did back then, and everything will repeat itself according to the history books, except for Bian You.At the beginning, he went straight to school almost as soon as he saw the light of day again. Facing an absolutely unfamiliar class and classmates who were several years older than him, he was at ease, thanks to Bianyou.But this time, Gan Lan has nothing.

Nothing at all……

Whatever he wanted, Ye Li sent a bunch of messages, with a bunch of "Bian You" names mixed in, did he find Bian You's whereabouts?However he was mistaken.Ye Li has been checking the man Gan Lan failed to kill all this time, he followed that man's tail, and finally found Bian You: 【His purpose is to separate you, not to live or die Gan Lan. 】

Back on the balcony, Gan Lan squatted beside the flowers, holding the flower pole in her right hand, resting on the ground with her left hand, leaning her body sideways, with a long windbreaker on the floor, and a hood hiding her face, like a flower thief.Gan Luan said, "Are you going to steal it?" Hearing this, Gan Lan turned her head, showing a smoky smile, which disappeared instantly: "How dare you." He showed Gan Luan his bloody right palm: " Get closer," he thought for a while, "there will be retribution."

What's the use of scolding such a chaotic and uncivilized person?It's better to make alchemy for him, maybe it can interact with the heresy elements in his mind; either go crazy or explode, it's the best ending for this monster, he thought.His throat was itchy with anger, and he didn't want to talk.Silently dragged Gan Lan's right hand to find the medicine box, but Gan Lan was still muttering behind her: "It's a pity that I was born with a curse...not to get close...anything that is "beautiful"..."

"Yes, then I probably also bear the curse."

"What is it?"

Gan Luan originally wanted to say: Every moment I wish to kill you but must protect your curse.The words changed on the lips: "If I say it, I will die."

"So, what is it?"

"If you can't speak, you will die."

"What the hell is that..."

"You don't care if I live or die!"

After yelling, Gan Luan realized that he had never wanted to talk about rebellion, and then followed Gan Lan and said a lot of inexplicable nonsense, and finally yelled.This is the so-called Jicheng Ruthless No.1?He wanted to smash his own signboard.Very frustrated and frustrated, but I still have to gently pull out the thorns on this guy, apply medicine, stick... Forget about wrapping the bandage, wrap it tightly so that he will not move around.The sleeves of the windbreaker were too long, so he took them off... It turned out that Gan Lan was wearing his clothes secretly again. This person is really not used to it.He hates monsters like Gan Lan. There are living and non-living things in this world, as well as Gan Lan.Both being the center and always taking you off...

He asked Gan Lan, "Do you know Bian You?"

Gan Lan twisted her five fingers, in vain: "What's the use of my hands like this other than chopping vegetables?" Gan Luan cut his head with a knife, "I'm asking you something serious." "Bian You?" Gan Lan thought about it. Thinking, with a gloomy look on his face: "The day I was hospitalized, the person who told you to stay away from me?" Gan Luan thought, you have a grudge... No, what kind of grudge do you have, a disastrous person like you should leave Further.what's wrong?That's right.He said, "You remember him?"

Gan Lan didn't speak.His eyes were gloomy and heavy.

"Huh? You want to break the contract?" Teaching children, it's good to sit on the lap, the waist can be bent in the palm of the hand, and the life and death are overturned on one thigh. Gan Luan pushed the medicine box and pulled him to sit down. Carefully tugged at the hem of the clothes, touching the bare waist, which was very slippery, like the back of a fish—"You are so erotic." Gan Lan said, with the expression like a teacher commenting on a student's article.Gan Luan straightened his clothes: "Be more serious." As if Gan Lan had offended him, then he kicked his right foot—an earthquake for you: just revenge.Gan Lan propped her hands on her knees to keep her balance: "I'm stating a fact." This just exposed the back of her neck, and a slightly raised bone ridge extended into her back. Hot fingertips. "Bian You." Gan Lan said, with his head down, his hair sweeping across his face, covering the corners of his eyes: "Isn't what happened these few days because he wanted to separate us?"

Putting his hands back, Gan Luan lowered his eyes slightly, drew two crescent combs, and said, "Why did you have to kill those people?"

Gan Lan swayed her legs, a young child, giggling, licked her upper lip, it was as bright red as dyed, and said: "They must die."

"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?"

Gan Lan jumped off the ground, rolled onto the opposite sofa, wrapped her arms around her knees, wrapped herself into a seed, hid her knees below the tip of her nose, and covered the upper half of her eyes with a hood, leaving two and a half moons underneath, faintly shining: "What... …relation?"

"It's like the superficial relationship between me and you." Gan Luan put his elbows on his knees, tilted his head to change the angle, and caught Gan Lan's eyes from the gap: "Brother, real brother."

Gan Lan blinked, Ming Mie Sha Mo.

Gan Luan continued, slowly, surely, calmly: "He won't hurt me. So, you want to kill someone, and you want to separate us from him, these are two different things."

Gan Lan pulled the hood and disappeared: "You trust him so much."

"Of course." He emphasized again: "Not only brothers, but also best friends."

"……what about me?"

"If you want me to believe you, I will believe you, but you don't." He meant that Gan Lan really "stand up", and they all understood.

Gan Lan gurgled and rolled to the ground, face down, pretending to be stillborn.

"I ask again, why did you kill him?"

Gan Lan arched her back, like a frightened cat trying to escape: "Ha... I can kill as soon as I want, what reason do people like me have for killing people?"

"Your kind?"

"What?" Mao Junlin twisted his neck before leaving, revealing a stubborn face.

"Aren't you a monster?"

"Ah." The short sound was rare, and it was rare for this person to show such an expression - as if he accidentally bit his tongue, causing his face to suffer from pain.Later, Gan Lan straightened her expression and said, "Yes." That vicissitudes of life, like sand flying away, will fade away.

"Whether it's a monster or a beast, if you get along with humans for a long time, you will learn their habits. Over time, you will forget that you are not a human..." He stared into Gan Luan's eyes: "Don't sympathize with me anymore, sympathy is hurt."

"Why do you have to stay by my side?" He asked seriously.

"Because I am your younger brother." He replied sincerely.As it should be—that's what his eyes said.

Why... Gan Lan thinks so?Did he think so?he really?Gan Luan couldn't understand. Isn't his tacit consent different from Gan Lan's? "What's the point of emphasizing this matter now?"

"Of course there is." Gan Lan said: "I am your younger brother, I live for this, I promised... to be alone." He closed his eyes, as if recalling, as if trying to escape: "It can be said that my' Now', he gave it to me."

I wish I could pinch him up and shake his shoulders, but Gan Luan thought: I can't make him think I'm curious.He stayed on the spot, like a giant Buddha, with a peaceful face, but he forgot that Gan Lan couldn't see it, so he closed his eyes.Gan Luan asked, "Who is he? Gan Xiao?"

"No." Gan Lan immediately denied it. There was nothing suspicious about it. He didn't seem to be going to hide anything about it. He opened his eyes and said, "You know him, maybe you will never see him again, maybe see you tomorrow."

"What does it mean?"

"This is the message he left when he left."

Who is he then!Who is it!Isn't he just a nerdy bastard?Maybe farewell, maybe see you tomorrow - it smells like scum.The huddled monster rarely showed nostalgia.Gan Luan thought about it, and his voice became real: "Is he your enemy?"

Gan Lan rolled on the sofa: "Of course not."

The more you say it, the more outrageous it is, this is everyday life.Often talking and talking, like making up stories.Gan Luan had no power to reverse this, he was very frustrated, frustrated again...

"Ah..." he said perfunctorily, "but it doesn't sound like a good person." It's better to sleep, it's better to sleep than to make up a story, he fell on the bed, half-closed his eyes: it's better to sleep...

Gan Lan is not far away, babbling a long chapter by herself, and the story is getting more and more complete——

"Perhaps, although he has given me so much."

"But it's like losing everything... for an identity, I have taken away my soul."

"Ah, if there is one point to be explained, it must be explained. That person is not your enemy. If someone is not my enemy, then he must not be your enemy, brother. During this time, you have become like an enemy. Afraid...the spirit behind it is the same."

"You're afraid that there's something out of your control."

"However, everything is yours, or will be yours. I just realized recently that you have done a lot of unnecessary things. Even if I can never be redeemed, so what, what does it matter to you, Gan Luan. You are not me. You don't have to save me. Maybe we are the same, maybe we will see each other every day, maybe tomorrow..."

Sit up in shock in dying!Gan Luan stood up like a carp, with a fire above his head, emitting green smoke, as if someone had put incense on him, Xiang He's face was dizzy, and he was confused everywhere: "Do you think I'm being too strict?"

"Tell you, some restraints are getting tighter and tighter. I don't mind if you escape, and then I will catch you again, again and again, more and more, until the end, you can't even move, everything depends on me. Let you die Let you live, let you cry, let you laugh, whatever you want. I will do what I say." He stood up, walked to the edge of the sofa, looked down at "his belongings", squatted down and picked up a dry petal Orange red, placed between Gan Lan's eyebrows: "I am such a person, you are ready."

"When you say that, do you want me to be so scared that I can't escape, or that I'm so scared that I'm going to leave immediately?" Gan Lan was not as scared as he said, but she was as natural as she used to be.Blowing upwards, the petals and bangs scattered together.

"Is there a difference? Whether you go or not," Gan Luan bent down, combing his bangs with his fingers, "I will catch you in the end." If he knew that one day Bian You would disappear like this, maybe he would also Will slightly... control Bian You - at least not so passive.

"Bian You..."

"I'm not Bianyou."

"You once asked me who Xiao Yuji was..."

Gan Luan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "This person really has no sense of existence."

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If this invitation comes from a thread that manipulates you, your director, your choreographer, how can I not be there?

Help you finish... your show.Even if you don't see the real, you don't have the predestined relationship with the virtual, in that "middle"... Ruo, that's your position.

I will have an appointment.