Fugue

"I'll wait for you." He bid farewell to Gan Lan with these words, turned and left the room.

Ye Jing was waiting for him at the door, Gan Luan locked the door, only then did he notice that Ye Jing's expression was not quite right, those eyes seemed to be looking for a place in the mist, hollow, but deep in it, as if he was opening his eyes. eyes dreaming.

"Ye Jing?" He called him.It seemed that after this, Ye Jing saw Gan Luan. He turned to him with a blank expression on his face, and his tone was about to fly: "Purple... sandalwood..." It was as if someone twisted his neck and squeezed out the word. Not a normal human voice.The sound seemed to have a kind of suction, the ceiling spun like mixed paint, Gan Luan held his head, feeling that he was about to be sucked into the air, his body twisted like twisting a towel.He inevitably froze in the air, looking down at Ye Jing, while the latter was raising his head, everything was like the first time they met, Gan Luan was hiding among the leaves, and Ye Jing was standing under the tree, in the gap between light, shadow and green In the meantime, they quickly met their eyes, and then the person under the tree asked: "Red sandalwood... is this red sandalwood?"

Red sandalwood.

He felt that he was holding a hand, which was cold but had flesh in the palm, so it was soft and cuddly, like a kind of ice-cold tenderness; he liked to hold this kind of tenderness in the palm of his hand, and then gently pressed his palms together to let the warmth pass.He hoped that that hand could be warmed up, but it was always difficult. In the end, the temperature was lost, and their hands could not be separated from each other, and they were cold to the bone.

"In front of you, there is a door with a flower engraved on the upper right corner, a rose... It is painted orange red, and it is the only one. This door can only be seen by you, and this rose belongs to you alone. You want What to do is to open this door, only you can do it, he is yours.

"Open that door...it's something only you can do...no one can see...no one can hear...only you are there, he has only you."

The fingertips on the palm curled like a cat's tail, as if trying to escape.His gaze moved forward, and he saw a familiar face, who was sleeping, his brows were slightly frowned, like heavy strokes, and the corners of his eyes were red, like tears about to fall.This face seemed to have stayed in his eyes for too long, and even became a stranger, and he couldn't remember it completely.Eyebrows and glances are all nostalgic appearances, but I don't know who it is, whose face makes him feel like a world away, what kind of name is stuck in his mouth and cannot be uttered, who is it, who makes him forget it once he forgets it. It's like hollowing out the soul; it seems to know that I have forgotten a line of poetry, and there is still a poetic lingering on my mouth, but there is no trace of the words in my heart.

"Are you going to give up on him..." asked.So, he felt that he no longer avoided: "Very well, you opened the door."

It is a wasteland.He opened the door and saw a crescent moon gradually filling up, and a tree was isolated in the middle of the barrenness, with dead branches climbing the moon, clouds moving and stars moving, he stared at the end of the barrenness, as if for a moment, as if for eternity.He witnessed the full moon occupying the entire sky.The full moon sets off the bare branches, trembling in the wind like dry bones.The vine branches break through the ground, spit out the vines, coil up, and climb up every inch of the tree. The trunk, twigs, and the place closest to the sky are deeply entangled; the vine leaves are made into leaves, and the life of the vine is the life of the tree. Regardless of each other.A voice told him: "You are coming closer, you see him, you see a man under the tree."

He saw the sleeping man under the tree.

"What does he look like. Tell me what the man under the tree you saw looked like."

"Moles..." he said, "There are three moles under the right eye, which together form an inverted triangle."

"That's him," said the voice, "Kill him." Emotionless.

"No." He stepped back and said, "Why?" At some point, a sharp knife appeared in his hand, and the moonlight was so clear that the tip of the knife was wiped off.

A gust of cold wind passed through his back, and when he looked back, the ground behind him had receded into a cliff, the abyss swallowed the wind, and the rocks fell silently.

"Don't you want to be saved?" The voice was so indifferent, following the falling words, iron bars descended from the sky, pierced into the ground, and formed a cage: "Don't you want to escape?" An iron chain wrapped around his ankle, It was like a wandering snake, but it made the rustling sound of metal rubbing against it. He seemed to be unable to bear it. He put his hands on his head and covered his ears, but other than that, he had no way to escape.

"No..." He said in pain, "Why did you have to kill him?!"

"You have two choices, one, kill him before he wakes up. Two, after he wakes up, he will kill you. I ask again, don't you want to be rescued, don't you want to come out of this cage Escape?"

His knife swayed a few times, but it scratched his arm, and in a blink of an eye, his left hand was already dripping with blood, like claws and claws piercing the heart and lungs, stained with flesh and blood.The indifferent voice ignored his plight and insisted, "Kill him."

"You lied! Lied! His death is my death!" This belief bound him like a rough rope, and it hurt to shake; he swallowed his death.

"Do it, he's about to wake up." This is not persuasion, but domination.

……

He was going to wake up, he knew it.

He woke up in the silence, like a pale recovery, the clear gleam reappeared in his eyes.

With the rapid withdrawal of that hand, the awakened person shrank back, his eyes were guarded: "Who are you?"

He turned his eyes to other places, as if to check if there was grass growing in this room—it was impossible anywhere, he just wanted to kill this boring concentration, which made him aware of something all the time. A kind of hollowing out, raging in the chest, gnawing at him.The hollowness scraped across his heart and throat, making him cough so much that he even bent down and grabbed his neck.

The man who woke up grasped the pillow and put it on his chest, propped his face with one hand, tilted his head and said, "What's the matter with you, is it okay?" It seemed that he was no longer threatening after coughing into tuberculosis.

"Do you want... cough cough cough... go out... cough cough cough... go out..." His voice was muffled in the crook of his arms, and the person who woke up asked: "What?" Suppressing the discomfort, He cleared his throat: "Do you want to escape?" The boy who woke up leaned against the head of the bed, looking at the low ceiling: "Of course..." His enthusiasm was low: "Thinking about it... ..." The young man said again: "So, you are not the devil's minion." Following the shaking of his head, the two intertwined locks of black hair on the top of the young man's head shook.They sway like their masters. "Of course not," he thought of a boring metaphor: "I am a brave man." The brave man stared at the young man, and the young man inserted his white fingers into his bangs and combed them back, like a ray of light breaking through his forehead, before disappearing in an instant.He thought: there is no time.The boy thought of the meaning of "brave" and looked at him with a smile.He said: "As long as you promise me two things, I will rescue you." There was a feeling in his heart that they had experienced this moment countless times.Because everything seems inevitable, here and now, they make an appointment to meet and say goodbye; all the directions are like a script that has been chewed over and over again, and they just raise their eyebrows, look at them, and open their mouths to repeat themselves completely.Everything is a tour of history, returning to Tongyan when getting old, falling in love with the world at the moment of death, loving each other when killing each other, and seeing each other again when seeing each other.To travel is to return, they are so young that they are already old.

"First thing," the brave man approached the boy, as if to tell him a secret.However, he just mechanically recited the words and sentences that he had practiced repeatedly in the long night before, "After I leave, you have to pretend that you have never seen me." The boy nodded.It's no big deal.He continued: "And telling you the second thing is equivalent to answering the first question you asked me." Everything is over, and everything is about to begin.Parallel, staggered, and divergent, repeating itself.

"Hmm." The boy's black eyes rolled, "You are..."

It was the last ray of golden light before nightfall, it shone into the eyes of the brave man, making his eyes clear and shallow, a touch of tea brown, clear and far away.His eyes were plated with a layer of gold, gentle and noble, coercing and retreating while being affectionate.His eyebrows are affectionate - "I am your brother. My name is Gan Luan." Every word is a sharp thorn, piercing a silent scar, becoming a repeating pattern, and a routine performance in a touring script : "The top is also the bottom of the tree, the eucalyptus of the eucalyptus tree." ——Cold-blooded animals.

The first thing that came to mind was a sentence: "Drink the porridge..." Then, Gan Luan realized that it was Ye Jing who said it, and he thought: Ye Jing?When I thought about it, I woke up.Gan Luan, who woke up like this, was lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, his arms were hidden under the quilt, and a cold infusion was slowly sliding up the back of his right hand. He pushed back the quilt and found that he was actually infusion , which is simply inexplicable.He was a little irritable, so he pulled out the needle easily, very skillfully.The needle made him throw it far away, and the liquid medicine drew several arcs in the air.

He got out of the bed with bare feet, the blanket was so soft that it sank, as if stepping into a cloud, he took a few steps against the wall before he stood still.The iron gate was wide open, Gan Luan rushed in with great care, but fortunately, Gan Lan was still huddled in the corner, and the chain was not released.Ye Jing was holding a bowl of porridge, which just blocked Gan Lan's face... Fortunately, this man didn't let his heroism get him into the act of unlocking Gan Lan, otherwise Gan Luan would really kill him.No, heroism?Ye Jing would have such a thing?There is no entertainment in the carnival. "Ye Jing." He said, "Are you done with your business?"

"Gan Luan?" Ye Jing put down the porridge, Gan Luan said, "Very good, you can go out." Ye Jing spread his hands, shrugged, and took a step back.They looked at Gan Lan at the same time, Gan Lan closed her eyes, wondering if she was sleeping.Ye Jing said: "You know the consequences of doing this." Gan Luan said angrily, "What he becomes is my business." After hearing that, Ye Jing laughed: "It's your business from the beginning to the end. "

"You..." Gan Luan supported his dazed head, a little confused: "When did you come..."

A few slight cries came from the corner of the wall, and Gan Lan suddenly opened her eyes, but it didn't seem like she really woke up, she just half-opened her eyes, staring blankly ahead, clutching a cabbage tightly, her knuckles turning white.This reminded Gan Luan of the soft hand in the dream, the feeling of closing the palm was so real... No, was it a dream?All of a sudden, his body began to twist, and he was dragged into the air, as if he had returned to that time: Ye Jing squeezed out the word "Red Sandalwood" with a strange voice, and his... the perception and visual sense were the same. Experience, it seems that it is more appropriate to call it "memory arousal".He remembered his past.Undeniable, undeniable like a heartbeat.But at this moment, his wish was so timid—if it could be explained, he wanted to get away with it no matter what.Keep your eyes open, count your heartbeats, let the sharp knife marks the scars, don't even admit the pain, as long as it is a dream; if you can fool yourself, you might as well call him a lucid dream.

Just when Gan Luan was in a trance, Gan Lan suddenly shrank back to the corner of the wall, and glanced in Gan Luan's direction with some fear, the iron chain rattled, he sat up, saw Ye Jing in front of him, hesitant Yu Di reached out to him: "Brother..." Ye Jing quickly squatted down and caught Gan Lan. "Huh?" How many brothers does this kid have? !If brothers can "divorce" like couples, Gan Luan should be tearing up the "brother certificate" by now.Hearing the movement, Gan Lan timidly glanced in his direction again, muttering, hugging Ye Jing's arm tightly, shrinking her body to the corner of the wall, as if she wanted to get into the crack. "What...?" Ye Jing leaned closer to listen, and read out after Gan Lan: "There... nothing... nothing...?"

There is nothing there.

It seems that I have heard this sentence somewhere.On the first night, at the beginning of the dream, the moonlight was like silver, covering the entire ward, the gauze curtains were inseparable from the night wind, stirring the light and shadows, and the scissors scattered on the ground were shining brightly, making him and others A shimmering sea at your feet.They are separated by the two ends of the sea, and the sea wind howls, they are so far away.He didn't understand what Gan Lan was afraid of, just like now.

Yes, that night, that empty corner made Gan Lan close her eyes in fear.Realized, Gan Luan stepped aside, and indeed, what Gan Lan was afraid of was only the direction, not him.

Gan Lan almost buried her face in Ye Jing's arms, muttering non-stop, the voice was not small, but humans couldn't understand it.Gan Luan approached the two from the side: "Did you know Gan Lan before I did?" Ye Jing asked back, "Why did you say that?" It's boring, because Ye Jing will definitely refute.Ye Jing is not a real person, he can't tell the truth.The anger came up and couldn't be stopped, because he was idle now, with nothing to do, and he was angry that he couldn't struggle more than a helpless sigh in this situation. "Then why did you come here and say 'red sandalwood' to me? What do you mean?" He couldn't understand why Ye Jing's words could wake him up unconsciously?Could it be that he is also a puppet, controlled by Ye Jing, but because of the rare species, he can make a bunch of people in their family jump up and down with a single word?The feasibility is too poor, unless the entire Ye family is a masochist.

"What' red sandalwood'? I was notified that you were receiving an infusion due to malnutrition, so I came here."

Gan Luan couldn't help wondering whether he was crazy or Ye Jing had a split personality.But a sudden phone call interrupted Gan Luan's wild thoughts.The caller showed an unknown name, but it was stored in his phone book: Xu Feiwei (doctor).He answered, and the first female voice asked him how he was feeling, saying that he had notified Ye Jing, and told him a bunch of things to pay attention to, but Gan Luan didn't listen.Finally, Xu Fei slightly hesitated and said: "The root cause of your situation is still emotional instability. Listen to me, what is the importance of things that you can't even remember? So stop being obsessed and get a good night's sleep. Excuse me Working mind hurts the body the most." Gan Luan wanted to say that I can't even remember you, so your suggestion is not worth taking.Ruthless No.1 is to doubt everyone.He hung up the phone.

"...I don't know if I was dizzy or fell asleep. Now that I think about it, that memory stopped abruptly, as if someone pinched a video..." Gan Luan couldn't help but think of the night described by Bian You. Isn't the sense of rupture exactly the same as now?

Everyone is a puppet of the devil.

This sentence suddenly popped out of his consciousness, he was startled, and suddenly became cold.These words were like a needle inserted into his heart, and what was drawn away was his temperature: Who is the devil?have no idea.I do not know!

"So, you are not the devil's minion." This is how Gan Lan judged him, and what did he say. "I am a brave man." He said himself.Since ancient times, the brave have killed the devil.At that time, he not only knew who the devil was, but also asked Gan Lan to pretend that he did not know him.What is that Gan Luan planning, what kind of tricks is he playing?He regards the past as an enemy because he no longer knows the past.He only knew that it was not impossible for him to do something with ulterior motives in such an empty life.

He thought that his life could roughly be divided into two parts: the first part was that before meeting Gan Lan, he was dominated by hatred, but he was helpless, surviving with a fake face; In the first half of his life, it was a third-rate vulgar drama, it was unstoppable, it was a collision of fate, it was out of season but right in his arms; it was Gan Lan who opened up his later years, like new leaves growing on his dead and bare branches.

Now these two parts are disturbed by a memory that can't tell the truth from the false. The reality is like a dream without reason and order.The progress of the dream does not ask the reason, everything overlaps and goes backwards, maybe Gan Lan is still that beam of light... more likely he is not, he is just a lingering breath in his dark past.

Like a jigsaw puzzle, they each grabbed some pieces, and the leftovers in the middle may be what they abandoned together, or more likely, they grabbed what each other wanted most, but they could not have more. The weights of the two sides are not giving in, the key is betting against the key, and both sides will lose.

Gan Luan walked around to Gan Lan's side, trying to see if he could push him off Ye Jing's body, but Gan Lan swung his paws and refused to let anyone touch him, and whimpered like a small animal, turned his face to suck on the crack of the wall. Ash.Ye Jing: "Don't embarrass him, isn't he pitiful." Gan Luan jumped up: "Are you provoking me!" I don't know who he is targeting.Gan Lan inhaled two mouthfuls of ashes, fell asleep, leaned against the wall and slumped down, followed by Gan Luan and the other two, and finally did not wake up.Judging by Gan Lan's sleeping posture, the wall dust is probably poisonous.Gan Luan glared at Ye Jing: "You drug him again." Ye Jing took it for granted, "If I don't drug him, he will drive you crazy."

Gan Luan snorted angrily and said nothing.He kicked the quilt again and came over, "Then ask the kind-hearted Dr. Ye to do it to the end." Under Gan Luan's watchful eyes, Dr. Ye quickly moved Gan Lan to the bed and covered the quilt. Withdrew, they were all tucked into the bed.Ye Jing took out a bunch of medicines from his bag again, and was about to put on an IV. Seeing Gan Luan staring at him without saying a word, he explained in a good-tempered manner: "This is to prolong his life, this is to calm him down. " Gan Luan didn't say anything, went back to the outside room, Ye Jing cleaned up, turned off the lights and flashed out the door.

Gan Luan was waiting for him: "If you can come to my place, the matter of Bian You should be investigated."

"The real cause of his death was a drug overdose." Hearing this, Gan Luan raised his eyebrows, and Ye Jing continued, "That's right, it's the batch of prescription drugs stolen from Jicheng No. [-] Hospital that killed Gan Xiao."

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