Fugue

There are two early summer news from Kicheng University.

One of the protagonists is a substitute teacher, and the other is a student. If you want to say that the two have something in common, it is probably: Cheng Yaojin.

As soon as summer comes, the end of the semester is not far away.Seeing that this semester was about to pass without waves, the weather suddenly turned beautiful, and two people surnamed Cheng rushed out of the sky, each riding a dragon, and led two floods into Jicheng University.All of a sudden, wind and rain combined with thunder and lightning, the sky changed, the sky was flooded, and the two forces did not give in to each other, causing Jicheng University to be reborn with a bright red face, and the school held a school carnival to celebrate-the so-called place where there is gossip, there is life .Thanks to the two fairies surnamed Cheng, two bowls of Bagua water, supporting people from all directions.

It's hard to tell who came first, but for class 6666 of the Department of Mathematics, the returnees who parachuted into the class were the first to make waves.It was still at the end of May, and Changjiang Tufeng, the class, got the news one day in advance, and immediately sent the news about the returnee to the class group: male, three years of absence from school due to illness, return to school tomorrow, airborne to this class, other unknown.Based on this poor piece of information, everyone spelled out a disappointing result: I am afraid that another sick uncle will come!

Class 6666 of the Mathematics Department of Kicheng University is known as the "Hell Class", its class teacher is "Satan", and its students are "demons".It is said that the assignment of this devil number is purely coincidental, but "coincidence" itself is a kind of special revelation, so the class—implicitly said it is "xuan", and straightforwardly said it is "evil".Since I entered school last fall, the Satan class leader of the hell class has changed three times.Although each has its own reasons, the final impression left by the three generations of Satan to all students is without exception that they are all sick uncles.As for the fourth term, yes!The fourth term is also a sick shell: hunchback, squinting eyes, coughing machine, weak spokesperson, whoever sees it will be sleepy.Just when all the demons began to suspect that the fourth term was about to die, a new school-returning demon was born out of nowhere, under the shadow of the sick uncle, and appeared on the stage sadly - it lasted only half a day, and the demons didn't even look at their faces, and because of sick and sent home.People were panicked, and two of the few girls in the hell class transferred away, but a week later, when the returnees really returned to school, they regretted it.

The water of gossip came up in the sky, and the small splashes of returning students in the Department of Mathematics bloomed in a small area, and the newly released substitute teachers in the Department of Philosophy followed suit.There is a tough-faced professor in the Department of Philosophy of Ji University, whose name is Ye Yuan. He is feared by everyone and no one dares to provoke him. The professor accepted a "closed disciple" three years ago, and he is honored as a "warrior" by people from all walks of life.Ye Yuan likes to wear a white coat. When the warrior arrives, there will be another white-clothed hero in the Department of Philosophy.This new hero is more low-key than his boss. Not only has he never worn regular clothes, but he also brings his own mask, thick glasses, and long bangs. No one has seen his face in full.So it was the face of this warrior that caused the big storm later.

It is rumored that the Warriors showed their faces in elective courses.

Keecheng University has a wide variety of elective courses, which can be regarded as a major feature.This feature goes hand in hand with Jida's architectural style.It is said that those who hold the power of life and death of Ji University do not love other things, but love to build small auditoriums everywhere, with different styles and visual jumps, Gothic, Baroque, Rococo, classical, pastoral, new concept, from Looking from above, small auditoriums are displayed in the garden like exquisite collections, distributed around the main campus.There are too many auditoriums to run out, so let's hold some more big classes, and the rich elective subjects of Ji University come here.

Warrior students never go out of the mountain to substitute for a class.Therefore, when the white coat and mask combination appeared on the podium, all the (bored) students present were fresh and curious.It's a pity that the warriors only rewarded everyone with the word "self-study", and the muffled voice was still through the mask.Self-study for elective courses?Some boring people wanted to leave, and some novelty hunting parties quietly started reporting operations. Five minutes later, the Warriors went out to answer a call. Five minutes later, the gossip, surprises, and whispers brought by Comrade Warrior swept the entire Jida like a plague.

A warrior classmate is tall, so he can take great strides, and the wind he brings is stronger than others.At that time, it was like this: the warrior classmate hung up the phone and re-entered the classroom without squinting. , followed his trajectory and drew a half circle.As for how the brave classmate walks, you can use the love letter he received before he unveiled the mask to testify, it can indeed move people.

At that time, the warrior student stood in the center of the podium, raised his head slightly, and took off his mask.In the stepped classroom, standing on the podium is the focus. If you have momentum, you can be a mentor. If you do stupid things, you can be a monkey.As soon as the warrior student showed his chin, the audience became quiet, and he could feel the oxygen filling, because everyone was holding their breath.It can be seen that the warrior is not a monkey.

The second action of the warrior is to deal with his bangs.He inserted his five fingers into the hair, combed it up and down, and pushed the glasses up because he couldn't fix it all the time—there wasn't much carbon dioxide, because half of the people stopped when the warrior showed his face. breathe.

"It seems that some good students who love to study want me to give you lessons." The warrior moved his beautiful lips, and said in a calm manner.Everyone knows that he just raised the corners of his mouth and didn't smile. His eyes are bent down, but it doesn't mean that he is in a good mood. His face makes people unable to move their eyes away, but no one dares to approach them—his eyes It is very dark and deep, like a stargazer far away from the world, only seeing the universe.

He is a cold-blooded animal with affectionate eyebrows.

"I am very moved by this learning spirit." He glanced at all the wooden figures present, and stretched his arms: "So, this semester, I have all the rights to your class. In order to thank you for your eagerness to learn, I will be responsible for your credits to the end."

It should be bad news, but joy appeared on the faces of most of the students.

"Mr. Teacher," a girl in the first row raised her hand tremblingly and said, "You...what's your surname?"

"My surname is Gan." He turned around, wrote his name on the blackboard, and then turned back, his joy lit up the entire small auditorium like a fire, and the crowd was like a pot of cooked porridge, making puffing sounds, their joy was burning vigorously, The hot porridge was rolling and boiling, colliding with excited discussions, including surprise, doubt, joy, sarcasm, various expressions, and various voices.

"It's really him!"

"Didn't it mean he was caught by that!"

"The rogue leader let him out? No, he came three years ago!"

"So Lao Tie really has something to do with the hooligan leader... It's better not to provoke him."

"Is it true that the common people are offended? Now that I am coming out of the mountain, I want to publish the story of the prince's revenge? Hehehe."

"I said, isn't the point—this guy is too handsome, my mother!"

"If it's really me, isn't the point that he's the same age as you and me and he's the teacher and we're the students?"

"You guys really, as long as it's about this one, isn't there anything important?!"

These people either looked serious and sat upright; or whispered to each other, and looked at the podium with meaningful eyes; or you poked me, I poked you, smiled at each other, and showed a loving smile towards the podium.

All kinds of wonders made Gan Luan suspect that he didn't write his name with chalk just now, but danced with chalk.

"Well, teacher, can you still see clearly like this?" The voice came from nowhere, and it was a bit muffled. Everyone searched and searched, but couldn't find the source of the voice.

"It's just plain glasses." Gan Luan took off his glasses, took out a hair tie from his pocket, and tied his long bangs into a small back-tie - he's still used to it - with skillful techniques and a lazy attitude, The chivalrous aura was like the wind, blowing people into the illusion: this is not a classroom, but a river and lake—the entire audience was stunned, and they bent down to pick their chins.

The chin is precious, and it is enough to drop it once a day, but the monitor of the hell class had bad luck today and had to drop it twice.

Jiang Tufeng dropped his second chin to the returning student in his class.

After the self-introduction and roll call, Mr. Gan was as strict as Mr. Gan. A quiz was assigned in the first class. Everyone was scratching their heads and scratching their heads to work on the paper when someone's phone rang.Jiang Tufeng didn't take it seriously, and even thought coldly: the taste is good, and it's piano music, I'm afraid the phone will not last long.It stands to reason that you should keep a low profile and save your life. At this time, you should immediately pick up the phone and say sorry to the teacher, explain and explain, and you can still survive.The caller was not only ignorant, but even worse: he answered the phone!And it's loud!

"Hello, brother? Uh...yes, I'm in class." The ending sound was warped, reminiscent of a cat's tail curled up.It is a cat-like nasal sound.

You still know you are in class!Jiang Tufeng raised his head and roared inwardly: No, this mask, this suit, this silhouette!And this dazzling Jian!Change!hair!Isn't this the returnee from our class!Why!This guy who disappeared for a week!Haven't reported to our class yet!It just appeared in the big class ahhhhhhh!

Jiang Tufeng picked up his chin, and when he got up again, the uninhibited returnee in his class was handing the phone to the cold-faced teacher Gan: "Teacher, my brother asks you to answer the phone."

Are you an alien!Jiang Tufeng turned into Jiang Tufeng, and kept scratching his hair on the verge of collapse.It's fine if you don't turn off the ringer in class, and it's fine to answer the phone loudly, and you still have to answer the phone with the obviously angry teacher. Are you afraid that these slapstick operations are not enough to kill yourself?

This was the first time Jiang Tufeng realized the fact that "returned students are poisonous", a terrible fact that would keep whipping him in the days to come.

When the bell rang, Gan Luanfu was so moved that he caught the gradually changing head at a glance, watched the guy take out his mobile phone to answer the call, and then looked for him with wide eyes.Gan Luan went up several stairs and stood directly in front of the gradient head, ready to confiscate the phone, but the guy handed it over by himself: "Teacher, my brother please answer the phone."

Why do you feel that it is embarrassing to accept it or not!Although Gan Luan was roaring inwardly, his face was serious, and it could be seen that many people were trembling with fright - except for the arrogant gradual change head.Suddenly, I really want to tear off the dead rabbit mask with the gradual change head, and remember this guy's face forever, for the rest of my life, Gan Luan, who is No. 1 ruthless in Jicheng and the most vengeful, thinks so.

The call timer was still beating, Gan Luan looked away from the phone, and said coldly, "I'll treat it as you handing it in automatically." He decided to confiscate the phone after he picked it up, and then hand it over to the class teacher of this skinny boy. —Who will really answer this call!baffling!Only pick up when you are sick!

It's just—it's just that Ye Jing's voice came from the microphone: "Gan Luan, it's me."

I really want to restrain myself, but I subconsciously lift the receiver to my ear: "Yes."

Everyone: "Eh—?"

"Quiet." Gan Luan took a deep look at the gradient head whose face was barely visible, and when he glanced at the rabbit mask of that guy, he gave a disgusted "tsk". Finally, he made a round of inspection, using his sight to kill the noise, Turn around and walk down, "You say."

"Guess what I want to say."

Gan Luan took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose: "..." You Ye Jing will always be you Ye Jing... Gan Luan thought: If I can cultivate super powers, I will be the first to learn how to kill people from a distance.

He told the phone to wait, and then told the gradual change head: "After class, please collect everyone's answer sheets and hand them over to my office. I will follow..." He got stuck, and then shook his phone: "...We need to have a chat, and then you can take your mobile phone away by the way." Said without paying attention to anything, and went out.

The place where Gan Luan teaches today is a Baroque-style small auditorium. The milky white walls are decorated with rich patterns of gold strokes, extending all the way to the vaulted ceiling. The two-storey columns are spaced every meter, leading directly to the dome. The sun shines through the tall The arched windows poured obliquely, and the black and white floor tiles seemed to be soaked in water.Empty corridors, intermittent sunlight, finely discernible dust, smooth water-like floor tiles, infinite extension of black and white, footsteps, faint echoes, they interweave and resonate, playing a fascination that makes people travel through.

The corridor is high, deep and twisted, and the stairs at various intersections look similar, gaudy and confusing to the eyes. Gan Luan found that he didn't know where he turned, and he couldn't turn back, so he found a random place. Sit on the shady windowsill and get down to business: make a phone call.

"Okay, what's the matter with you."

"Hmm..." Ye Jing thought for a while, "I have a story here, you can choose whether to listen to it or not."

"If you have nothing else to do," Gan Luan got up and opened a row of windows, feeling a little bored. The cool breeze came in, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, and together with the fragmented sunlight, it gradually became green and white, blending into a single touch. The curtain, in which, like branches and leaves grow, fresh vines surround the whole body. "I'll just hang up." He would rather sit here and enjoy the cool breeze than talk to a psychopath.

"Are you ok?"

"Ordinary." Ordinary life is like a farming vehicle with a visible end, driven by gears from top to bottom, and runs over neatly within the demarcated boundaries, morning and evening, day after day.

Another gust of wind.The sound of rustling leaves was near and far away, Gan Luan suddenly said, "It smells so good."

"Haha, lunch is delicious?"

"No, it's a tree." He looked out the window: "It's camphor."

"It's... camphor." Ye Jing's low voice was still lingering in his ears one second, but suddenly it was far away the next second.

"Camphor," under the tree, among the green leaves, a man raised his head: "Is this camphor?"

Gan Luan hugged the tree trunk tightly with one hand, pushed aside the leaves with the other, and found Ye Jing's face looking under the tree in the gap between the branches and vines.

He's in a bad shape.He locked himself in the room... how many days?It doesn't matter, as long as you don't go out, everyone is satisfied.The blackout curtains were closed, the lights were not turned on, only the candlelight flickered occasionally, shaking out a few wisps of blue smoke.He stared at the candle with a dazed expression. After a while, he dipped his fingers into the melted wax and stirred it. not into his eyes.Then the candle went out, in a split second, as if his eyes had swallowed the light.

There are many ways, but none of them are suitable.he thinks.Also, why isn't it hot?It doesn't hurt either.What about sugar?Is there any more?

Relying on his feeling, he went to look through the drawers, stepping on a lot of messy things along the way, each one screamed, it was so noisy.Not in the drawers—none of the drawers, empty bags and boxes.waste. "Bang!" The door behind him screamed, the light from outside the door leaked in, the candy wrappers all over the room were glowing, Gan Luan turned his head and saw someone kicked open the door.

He frowned and said, "It doesn't matter if you just come in like this?"

"So I'm short on time." Ye Jing threw him a big bag, turned on the light, sat on the sofa, and said "tsk tsk".

Gan Luan ignored him, opened the paper bag to find his candies, ate them one by one, went to drink another glass of water, and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

"Do you have an answer? I think you can do whatever you want as long as you achieve your goal. I don't know what you're hesitating about."

"Bian You." Gan Luan said suddenly, "Let Bian You take him out."

"Gan Luan," Ye Jing's voice came back to his ears, "Are you still there, Gan Luan?"

The scenes in front of me are overlapping, heavy curtains, deep corridors, dim light, day, green shade or candle night, black and white floor tiles or blankets, which are difficult to distinguish.Countless branches and leaves protruded from the window, growing and circling continuously, and the dense mist dazzled the eyes. Finally, at the end of the branches and vines, there appeared a face—the face of a rabbit.

The face of a rabbit was a mask, and the visitor had light brown to light blonde hair that gradually faded. Holding a stack of papers in both hands, he looked around in place, and when he saw Gan Luan, he came straight over.Since the gradual change head appeared, the overlapping pictures began to dissipate, and the reality gradually emerged.It is not obvious when sitting, but now, the gradual head at the end of the corridor appears slender, and it seems that it is only a few steps away.The rabbit mask is still there, but the wind blows away his forehead hair, making his eyebrows and eyes visible.That is--

Droopy eyes with reddish corners.

The scent of the camphor became stronger and the wind became louder. Gan Luan saw the rabbit's mouth move, but he couldn't hear anything.Then, Gradient lowered his head, and the visitor changed to hold the paper with one hand, and took off the mask with the other hand.Later, when I thought about it, what Rabbit Mouth said should be "good fragrance".

A few steps away from Gan Luan, suddenly a strong wind blew up the stack of papers in the man's arms, and they flew up one by one, coming towards Gan Luan one after another, like white doves.

Between the wings of the doves, they look into each other's eyes.Gan Luan: "Gan..." For a moment, the gradually changed head said "ah", raised his head, put the stack of papers into his arms, and frantically tried to catch some flying papers, Gan Luan came back to his senses and followed Jump off the window sill, close the window to keep out the wind, and then help collect the falling paper.

When they met on the last page, Gan Luan stretched out his hand first, and he saw a paragraph written on the paper in a beautiful handwriting, but he only saw the last line:

【You chose me from among the many who were perishing and perishing; the ones left behind, aren’t they my partners? (Note 1)]

"Gan Lan," he said.

"Huh?" Gradient just leaned closer, and tilted his head to look at the paper in Gan Luan's hand, "Ah. This one happens to be mine." He smiled.The shade of green came into his eyes through the window, like the color of the lake under the scorching sun, it is hot lake green; full of smiles.Then he pointed to the inscription on the piece of paper, "My surname is Ye——"

Only then did Gan Luan see the name.He heard him continue to say: "My name is Ye Lan. Umm—" He pondered for a while, Gan Luan's eyes slowly moved up, and they met eyes uncontrollably.His eyes were bent into cute and pleasing crescent moons, his face was like he just remembered, his eyes were bright: "Mr. Gan."

There is no deep sea in his eyes anymore, the ends of his eyes are red and lake-like, he is a monster under the moon who has seen the sun again.

Later, the monster said: You never woke up.I am a dream of yours.It was you who made me your dream.You killed me.

Keeping your eyes open doesn't mean you haven't slept.

I died so I can live.

#Note 1: Excerpted from "Bad Blood", author Rimbaud, translator Wang Daoqian. "Bad Blood" is one of Rimbaud's poems "A Season in Hell".

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#Volume [-]: Moonlight Monster

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"Hmm..." Ye Lan held her chin like an old pedant: "It doesn't matter if it looks like something or not." His expression made people unable to tell whether he was happy or not, but the trace of complexity disappeared in a blink of an eye. He said proudly, "My brother is my brother."

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