Fugue

One sentence at a time.Gan Luan listened to what Gan Lan said sentence by sentence, and then he started looking for candy in his pocket, the other pocket was still full, so he remained calm.At times like these, the mints that have perennially held a place in his pocket are required.Whenever he was thinking deeply, he took out the candies in his pocket one by one, mechanically disassembled them, threw them into his mouth, chewed them, and continued, repeating the cycle.The mints, which can be easily chewed, literally prolong his life.The formation of such eccentricities is all his own fault.A plant of grass, an animal, a human being, all living things, are equally vulnerable, and if he needs them, these beings will become his weakness.He didn't want to have expectations for "living creatures".But he is also a person who depends on his desires, he can't possess, if he doesn't possess, if he doesn't have someone to control, he will die.He breathes by possessing others.So he tried to focus on the dead objects, thus, this kind of mints became Gan Luan's weakness.You can't live without it, you can't live without it, and at a time like this, you'd die if you didn't eat sugar.No matter how he dies, he is dead.

Gan Luan unwrapped the wrapping paper one by one, threw the candies into his mouth, chewed them up, the coolness of the mint tightened his throat, and at the same time, every word Gan Lan said was chewed up and swallowed. heart.

"It doesn't exist. It doesn't exist from the source, so all rivers flow through emptiness, and my sorrows and joys are just imaginary projections." Gan Lan said.

"Little liar." He ate too many mints, and even his voice was cold.Gan Luan said, "You are such a lawless little liar."

Obviously, what Gan Luan said made Gan Lan care more.All the amorous feelings and incomprehensions from before disappeared like a cloud of smoke. Gan Lan shook off her heavy burden and rolled three times until she reached Gan Luan's feet. What's wrong?"

Yeah, what's wrong with you.Why are you always "what".Gan Luan knelt down, inserted her fingertips into Gan Lan's hair, and combed it carelessly: "I heard that, you never admit it when you like it. Tell me, how many times have you emphasized that you don't want to admit it?" Do you know what it means to like it?"

"I..." Gan Lan was lying on his back, his eyes were full of stars, the water was messy, and his confusion could be seen at a glance.

Gan Luan didn't wait for him to answer: "Also, you went to the Academic Affairs Office today...do you have anything to tell me?"

Gan Lan sat up and scratched her hair: "The teacher asked me to recite the school rules. I can't, so he asked me to stay in the Academic Affairs Office until I could recite them." Ears of wheat, neatly moving slightly.Because of the backlight, his eyes appeared even darker.Looking at his spotless eyes, Gan Luan thought, this Gan Lan lied to him with such eyes.How perfect.His tone changed completely: "You have kept so many things from me, but you always show your loyalty. How guilty are you? Huh?"

Gan Lan seemed to be stunned for a while, and then slowly retorted: "I didn't..." I don't know what he was denying, Gan Luan didn't want to hear it anymore, who wants to hear what a liar says? !waste time!He approached Gan Lan:

"You don't understand? You do. You just need someone to expose you."

Gan Lan looked at him calmly, her eyes were unhappy.But he sat up straight, put his hands on the lapped calves, his neck grew upwards, and looked up at Gan Luan who suddenly stood up.Just as he once said to Gan Luan, "See me clearly", he may not be afraid of being "exposed." Like a prophet, he stares at fate unemotionally.

His deep blackness awaits judgment.Gan Luan lowered his eyes, their eyes intersected and missed each other, he stared at the deep darkness through Gan Lan, and Gan Lan seemed to be looking at the void.

"Wen Xingyi cried because he lost someone he liked, and you felt that you should have been so sad. You said you didn't understand, and there was no reason for this. But in my opinion, it's obvious. Gan Lan, this matter It's obvious."

"But this matter does not exist from the source." Gan Lan said: "I am a monster, don't speculate on me based on your human rules."

"You've lost someone you like." Passing through the bangs, he put his palm on Gan Lan's forehead and pushed forward slightly, making Gan Lan raise her chin and look straight at her.

You can tell it at a glance, like a pool of stagnant water at the end of a dark alley, Gan Lan's eyes are like this, you can tell it at a glance."I don't, I won't," he said.

This expressionless face was really an eyesore, Gan Luan opened his magic claws, rubbed out some expressions for him like kneading dough, and asked viciously, "Who do you like?"

Gan Lan's face was sour: "I said I didn't!"

He pinched his neck: "Who do you like!"

When the thunder was too late to cover her ears, Gan Lan suddenly stood up and bumped her head like a calf into Gan Luan's head, right in the middle!Dazed by Gan Luan, she even took a step back. Then, Gan Lan continued to tiptoe and grab her collar, grabbing Gan Luan back to stabilize her, but she took a step back and lowered her head:

"I have only one belief, brother... I live for you. If anyone can hurt you, I want them dead. If I never see you again, my only retreat is death. My future can only be One aspect. This life is exhausted, and there is no other way."

The night wind blows.A large piece of orange red shakes off the tea fragrance, covering them, the fragrance is intoxicating, the world is like a floating jug, and he and he are floating in it.

——The boy with his toes curled up, standing barefoot, occupying only one square of the floor.He was stubborn in his place, unable to get along.His eyes overflowed with the smell of the sea, and there were red marks at the end of his eyes.He is like a wandering monster.

——and the man with dark eyes looking down at the boy.Emotional outsider.A sad poet who sheds tears because of the misery of others.The fake and idiotic viewers imitate the scars over and over again.The corner of his mouth is smiling, the corners of his eyes are cold, he wants to be gentle, but Frost prefers him.He is a cold-blooded animal with affectionate eyebrows.

In and out of the play, reality and falsehood, they are ups and downs.

"What the hell," Gan Luan walked towards Gan Lan, his voice was drowned in drunkenness: "What do I want me to do with you?" You can't hold it up, you can't throw it down, he just let you look at him!This glass of fake wine makes people dizzy, the unwillingness and helplessness that can't be swallowed.He was in a trance.

"Rescue you from the window and put it in your own display cabinet? Is that how you feel comfortable? Live for me? I can't afford it. Your mission is to become a puppet sitting in the glass window."

That puppet was always silent, but his eyes were like a deep lake, sinking countless true intentions.

"Then can I expect a tree to grow from the seedless wasteland?" The fallen god destroyed the legend, the impotent moon precipitated the night, and the derelict puppet shed tears.The red eye sockets could not contain the starlight, they rustled and fell, extinguishing one by one, soaking the eyelashes and covering the end of the eyes, the red and black intersected, showing a coquettish and melancholy, Gan Lan said: "Negiate the past so that I can exist. Moonlight is just the hangover of the curse. 'My past doesn't exist', that's what the real curse is about. If I can say it, why don't I? Because I don't. My past is Cursed to deprive, nothing remains. It's like a wasteland that can't have seeds. I died, so I can live."

Gan Luan's face turned cold suddenly, all emotions subsided.His face was colorless, his whole body was pale, pale, so pale that he looked like a paper man.He took out his handkerchief to wipe Gan Lan's tears, his movements were more gentle and gentle than his expression, there was no night, no moon, no starry sky, no orange red, no bright silver, no deep ink in his eyes, only a weak monster crying .

"Then why are you crying? Who made you sad like Wen Xingyi."

"There is no one else." Gan Lan stepped back in panic, shaking her head, "There is no one else."

He followed him closely and squeezed the handkerchief tightly: "Who is it?"

Gan Lan has no choice but to retreat: "If you know, what can you do?"

"of course--"

In the face of Gan Lan, Gan Luan always hovers between rage and collapse, without a dull color, no matter how bad he is, he has to be on par with Gan Lan.He always told him to jump, or they jumped to each other, Gan Lan was the rock that disturbed his stagnant pool, and was a shot in the arm for him to stop jumping when he was dying, but he couldn't treat him as calmly as still water.Facing Gan Lan, his expression was never calm, and even less able to stretch his smile. But at this moment, his pale face was stained with a tinge of spring warmth, like the dawn of dawn, hidden in the distant sky, but flashed away. Gone, silently.

of course--

"Of course what is it?" Ye Jing took back the folder he handed out: "Your attending physician will be curious."

A few days later, Ye Jing and Gan Luan met Gao Ritou.

On the upper floors of a certain office building, when the sun was burning people, the little secretary opened the door for Gan Luan, and while Gan Luan was thanking him, a golden light appeared in the corner of his eyes.When the soft knock of the door behind him ended and the shutters were closed tightly, the room was filled with darkness, and the light gradually turned to light.

When entering the door, the first thing you see is a huge desk in front of you. The back of the desk faces a window of the same width. At this time, the curtains are tightly closed.The black floor and light gray walls look deserted and quiet under the light.There are two rows of bookshelves on the left side of the door against the wall, dark black and simple style, outlined by a few gold lines; there is an open space on the right side, a few meters inward, which is a place for entertaining guests, surrounded by dark sofas and coffee tables. area.In front of the reception area, there is a small bar by the window, and two high chairs stand in front of the bar.There are refrigerators, coffee machines, kettles, etc. behind the bar, and there is also a side cabinet where some wine is stored.All kinds of wine glasses hang against the wall, reflecting the grain of the wooden boards on the wall.

Ye Jing, who was in a suit and leather shoes, was standing behind the desk, looking up from a pile of documents. The boss's desk was big enough to support two rounds of billiards, smooth as a mirror and as wide as a field.On the table on the right is a row of delicate glass hydroponic vases, with a few green radishes inserted high and low.There is a box of colorful things on the left. When I got closer, I found that it was a pile of colored pencils inserted. The colors were messed up, and the oversized pen holder was also crowded. There must be 120 colors.Sitting next to the computer screen is a little doll, black-headed, mushroom-headed, with a pretty face—this is probably Ye Li's masterpiece, but Ye Jing never thought that Ye Jing could tolerate it being embarrassing here.Forget it, how much can you expect from a boss who shows off 120 color leads on his desk?Thinking of this, Gan Luan saw a rabbit again... The pen stand in the shape of a rabbit is pink, with a pure black pen stuck in it, it's too much, Mr. Ye!He walked forward, glanced at the photo frame from the corner of the eye - this guy actually put a picture of the fish tank on the table, not a fish tank but a picture of the fish tank - and used fresh pink roses as bookmarks - nothing to say, nothing to say Can say!Gan Luan said seriously: "Boss Ye, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Ye Jing stood up and took Gan Luan's hand: "Where is it, please trouble Boss Gan to come over by himself."

Mr. Gan threw Mr. Ye's hand away, "A group of dramatists." There is no normal person around him!

"I don't need an attending physician anymore, and you don't have to be curious." Gan Luan stared at the folder that Ye Jing suddenly retracted: "I heard that you came to me today, what are you going to talk about..." Can't let Gan Lan Know' work." After hearing his words, Ye Jing suddenly pulled off his coat to cover the hard document case, stroked the creases printed on the coat, and leaned back in the chair, indicating that it had been sealed manually.

Gan Luan couldn't see such small actions: "I'm not a robber."

"Let me explain first. Combining the known clues and adding this information may make your thinking even more confusing. Its appearance, in my opinion, is a bit inopportune." Ye Jing shook the document board, its The outer shell is quite unique, with a dark green coarse cloth surface and bronzing patterns. On the front is a huge crescent moon, hanging above the water surface with hidden currents, and on the back is a dead tree against the faint sun.According to Gan Luan's vague impression, this should be the peripheral stationery from "Xavier's Dream".Ye Jing threw the dark green cardboard onto the coffee table between them, and it made a light, not too loud sound.Gan Luan didn't move, just stared at Ye Jing.

"So I came up with a method, 'split distribution'. I'll pass on part of the content orally first. Of course, this part is safe and can advance your analysis. After you digest the first part, it's not too late to read the full version."

"What if I watched the full version directly?" The tea table between them was dark black with a smooth surface.From Gan Luan's point of view, the dark green blended into the deep black of the coffee table without any transition, and it accentuated the bronzing pattern.The back of the folder is facing up, and a round of dying sun hangs on the dead tree branch, like a shriveled and hollow fruit.

"It might be like what I am now." Ye Jing nodded his temples: "I'm distracted, I'm a headless fly, and there are endless questions in my mind. I keep thinking... who are you? Who is Luan? Who is Gan Lan? Ye Jiagan's family? What is my mission... That's it, I have cerebral palsy and lost the ability to think. So I advise you to consider my proposal."

Gan Luan was about to continue, when the phone rang suddenly, "Gan Xu..." Ever since she was a child, Gan Luan would keep as far away as possible from the receiver when calling from her aunt.Under normal circumstances, the sound from the opposite side can kill the ears.If Gan Xu's side was a little louder, Gan Luan's side would listen to it, as if he was communicating with a lion across species, or people would misunderstand that the other end of the phone was Thor.In short, Gan Xu, a miraculous woman who made the hands-free function unemployed, her voice was probably blessed by an angel.

All kinds of incidents after the move, as well as Gan Lan, the great dancer every day, distracted most of Gan Luan's mind, making him almost forget the group of elders who were staring at him.Gan Xu's call was like an alarm bell ringing, causing Gan Luan to straighten his sitting posture. The shame of losing vigilance was like a king who has not come to court early in a long time, but in the final analysis, it is still to blame the old dancer who steals the show.In this complicated state of mind, Gan Luan clicked to answer.

- The wind is howling!The horse is calling!The Yellow River is roaring!The Yellow River is roaring! ……not at all.The other end of the phone was surprisingly quiet for a while, Gan Luan had no choice but to speak first, "Auntie?"

"...um...it worked?" There was no thunder today, but there was a lot of noise.Gan Luan moved the phone closer, frowned and said, "Are you...drinking?"

When he was young, he was not too young. Before he was about ten years old, Gan Xu would often smell of alcohol and cry to Gan Luan while he was drunk.The content is nothing more than "I have nothing to say sorry to you", "it's all my father's decision", or "Gan Luan, Gan Luan" all the time, neither the content nor the expression is pleasing.Gan Xu has a state of drunkenness, although Gan Luan doesn't like to deal with her very much, but when he grows up, he realizes that all kinds of drunkenness of Gan Xu have penetrated into his brain.Once Gan Xu drank, as long as she took a step towards him, he could find a trace of alcohol, let alone a drunken sentence.

"Drink, drink!" Gan Xu said, "Your father... you were born... asked me to drink too..."

Here it comes again, crying with unknown meaning.I thought there would be no more after the age of ten, but it reappeared after many years, but it seemed like the lingering sound of yesterday.Looking up at Ye Jing, Ye Jing shrugged helplessly and gave him a "please go ahead".

Switching the phone to the other side, Gan Luan replied: "Well, then."

"Are you Gan Lan? Or Gan Luan? Hehe...Gan Luan, Gan Luan...Gan Lan...uh..."

Gan Lan?Gan Lan's name appeared.Gan Luan once suspected that he had heard it wrong, but when he listened carefully again, he was horrified to find that it might be a more ancient mistake.Everything in the past, he heard all wrong.Before the age of ten, he had no concept of Gan Lan, so he would mistake Gan Xu's "Gan Lan" for "Gan Luan" who was ambiguous because of drunkenness. new content.

For a while "Gan Luan", and for a while "Gan Lan", she repeated these two names over and over again, and Gan Luan's heart sank deeper and deeper.He muted the microphone, and told Ye Jing about his new discoveries and doubts: "So... Gan Xu already knew Gan Lan before I was ten years old." The significance of this incident is that even Gan Xu knew about it. Things, others will not be kept in the dark.

Ye Jing raised his eyebrows and said, "Try to ask her, 'Isn't it good that the two brothers are reunited now?'"

Hearing this, Gan Luan took a deep look at Ye Jing, Ye Jing was staring at the folder, so he followed suit.

This question is like a key that triggers the hidden plot, and Gan Xu's tossing and turning over and over again actually gave rise to a new line: "Okay? What's the matter! Do you want him to die? Or do you want him to live?"

Gan Luan thought for a while: "It doesn't matter if it's dead or alive? The key is...they won't be separated again."

"No separation... No separation... Brothers will not be separated. Brothers are rarely separated, especially twins... One is dead, and the other is not alive..."

"It was me..." The other end of the phone cried heavily, "I opened the door...but how would I know...how would I know..."

Gan Luan: "..." Why do people around him like to sing a one-man show to him?Does he look like the audience?

"If I didn't open it, the door will open too. Why is it my turn?"

Gan, the audience was still angry, and casually replied: "If you don't open the door, nothing will happen." Anyway, these actors would not listen.

"I knew you... blame me... I blame me for his death..." There was a crackling sound from the receiver, as if a pile of things had been knocked over, and another voice came from a distance: "Mom?" More: "You're drinking again."

"But what is he Gan Xiao!" Lion Roar regained his prestige, but she seemed to be far away from the microphone, so her voice seemed empty, as if coming from the valley: "Find a fake to kill me! Who doesn't know He's already dead!" The aftershock didn't subside, but there was a busy tone, and the call was cut off.

"It seems that today, you are destined to know about this matter." Ye Jing pinpointed the follow-up accurately, and after the call was cut off, he connected immediately: "I think Gan Xu is almost out of control, I didn't expect such a coincidence .”

"She seems to be saying that Gan Lan is a fake." Gan Luan shrugged, "But what does it matter if it's real or not? A done deal."

"Because... let me translate for her. She missed almost everything. To sum it up," Ye Jing took his chin and pointed to the folder: "Bian Zhiyue, your mother, gave birth to a There are twins, but only one survived. Besides 'Gan Luan', the other twin's name is 'Gan Lan'."

He seemed to have returned to that morning.He saw the wind passing through the ward, and the sun was slowly shining on the dust.The young man with red eyes walked towards him step by step, the empty hospital gown was blown up and down by the wind, and the young man's red fingertips dangled on the cuffs, faintly visible.

The boy approached, and a pair of bare feet stopped in the middle of the floor tiles. He was a step away from him. The boy raised his fingertips and said to him: "Shh."

The boy's breath lingered in his ears: "The name Gan Lan is cursed."

"Don't call me Gan Lan." The corners of her red eyes were drowned in a smile. "Because once you call me that."

His eyes overflowed with the smell of the sea, and there were red marks at the end of his eyes.He is like a wandering monster.

Lingering impression.This boy is always like this, with the same expression, telling stories that are not in this world.This face that has not changed throughout the years is like an epic, sitting on top of history forever, overlooking the torrent of time, the ebb and flow, and the cycle repeats itself.

"I can only call you... brother." He once said to him with an expression overlooking history.

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Now that the truth has emerged, he is not the only one who is curious.Everyone was curious, so it was Gan Lan's fault.Gan Lan is curious.