Fugue

Watching Bianyou's figure disappear, the corridor suddenly became noisy, which was very incongruous with the ward of Gui Luoye.It was like filling an empty bottle with ice cubes, the metal sound was cold and shaking, and the beds were rolled out one after another, heading for the elevator.

"My father has lived in this room for nearly a month, why do you suddenly want us to change wards immediately?" Gan Luan pierced a female voice from across the way, his tone obviously dissatisfied.The head nurse led several people and bowed deeply: "I'm really sorry, the sudden maintenance on this floor will affect the rest of the patients. It is very unsafe if it is not dealt with in time."

"Isn't it possible tomorrow? My father is already asleep."

"I'm very sorry, the hospital advises everyone on this floor to change wards immediately." The head nurse took out a document: "If you really don't want to change, please sign this disclaimer."

"What do you mean...Okay, okay, let's change, is it really the whole floor?"

The head nurse was silent, but she could understand it by looking at the corridor.

The man clicked his tongue a few times: "This floor is all VIPs. Do you still want to open the hospital? Even VIPs are tossing about."

Seeing that Gan Lan's room was still lit, but not as lively as the other wards, she casually pointed her finger over, "Do you want to change that room too?"

Gan Luan took a step back, stretched out his hand to turn off the light in the living room, and merged into the darkness.

"Hey, wait, that's not..."

The rest were shut out by Gan Luan.

Being recognized is a problem.

Gan Luan walked to the hospital bed, turned on the lamp, and Gan Lan's brows were frowned.Twist it back again, and the eyebrows seemed to be connected to a switch, and they were also loosened.

I don't know what it will be like to wake up Gan Lan again.Like a labyrinth with hidden fables, whether the next corner is a monster or a demon, a poet or a walker, or no one is there, is always meaningful.

Pulling a small slit from the side of the quilt, he found Gan Lan's hand and squeezed it: "Gan Lan." Although the fingertips were long and slender, Gan Lan's palm was surprisingly fleshy and soft as if boneless, Gan Luan kneaded the dough Rubbing like a cat: "Wake up." The knuckles in the palm curled like a cat's tail, Gan Luan took out that hand and shook it in the air: "Gan Lan, huh?" Those long eyes drawn in ink Open it slowly, reflecting the dim warmth of the night light.At least at this moment, his eyes are clear and flawless.

They looked at each other silently. Before Gan Luan could speak, Gan Lan's lips parted slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Gan... Luan?" rocking fan.

"It's me." He kept pinching Gan Lan's hand: "I have something to tell you."

"Damn it, I fell asleep after chatting with that doctor." Gan Xiao hurried over: "Are you finally ready to go home?"

"Let's go, little uncle, take me back." Gan Luan dragged Gan Xiao to the elevator, and Gan Xiao pulled away: "I won't..."

"Where are you going, little uncle, Gan Lan has moved to the eleventh floor. It seems that due to some maintenance, all the patients on this floor have changed rooms." He shook the bag in his hand: "I came down to get the bag."

Looking around, indeed, the whole floor was empty and devoid of people.Gan Xiao turned around and wanted to reach the eleventh floor, but encountered obstacles in his way. Doctor Qin severely stopped him on the grounds that "your face is too irritating to the patient".Gan Xiao and Doctor Qin argued endlessly, and Gan Luan followed behind and intervened, forcing Gan Xiao to drive him home. The scene was chaotic.In the end, the wayward Gan Shao won the victory. Under the watchful eye of the runner-up overbearing doctor, the loser Gan Xiao drove and picked up Gan Luan, and they returned to Gan's old house together.

on the way.The street lamps receded one by one, and the light and dark lingered back and forth, and only the music was left in the car for a while.Gan Luan knocked his head on the car window, Ren Guangying stained: "I don't want to go back."

Gan Xiao teased him: "If you don't come back, Ji Cheng will have to dig the soil again."

"The later it gets, the more I don't want to go back." He turned on the phone screen from time to time, his half-closed eyes flickering on and off: "There is more than one door god every half an hour, and at this point, we should be able to summon the dragon."

"Since we all know, why is it so late?"

Gan Luan turned around and turned to Gan Xiao: "I always hurt someone, and my conscience is disturbed."

"Isn't that an accident?" Gan Xiao seemed to answer casually as he was focusing on the road conditions.Gan Luan closed his eyes: "The source is still me." What is the source?He's actually not sure.

"I don't want to talk about this, I only bother Shenlong now."

Gan Xiao laughed "hehe" a few times, and flicked his fingertips to Gan Luan: "Didn't I come back with you? If I don't know you, I'm here. At least half of the attack will be shared for you."

When the truth reveals its minions, the hypocrisy attached to the skin will be exposed.Gan Xiao's skin is always wrinkled, like the factory film pasted on the LCD screen, and he always wants to tear it off to see it clearly.Even the jokes she made were dressed in reluctant clothes, not to mention those who are considerate.It seems to be dyed brightly, as if deliberately attracting attention.

His response was a few dry laughs.

Not to mention Gan Xiao who is secretive, Gan Luan has long been aware of the door gods.He is like a treasure chest key, which has been tempered during the forging period. When the time comes, he will be thrown into deep water, and a few wisps of green smoke will be emitted. After cooling and forming, he will pick it up, open the treasure chest, and fulfill the mission of this life.Or hang it in the keyhole and rust, or follow the box to ashes, and there will be no more red dust.

Several cannon blasts erupted from the car speakers, Gan Xiao moved his fingertips, and Gan Luan said, "Don't cut it, it's good."

Gan Xiao was surprised: "You also listen to this?"

The bells overlapped, the musical symbols rose, the sound waves rushed, the car was full of excitement, the rumbling cannons shook the sky, intertwined into triumphant banners, and shouted the dawn of victory... I can't think about it anymore, I have written all the essays for elementary school students.Gan Luan closed his eyes, imagining killing a goalkeeper with a single shot, bang!boom!boom!boom!boom!Blow them all up to the sky and turn them into red rain and minced meat.At the end of the song, Gan Luan replied: "I don't really listen to it, this one is good, it fits my mood." Gan Xiao snorted a laugh: "You are too nervous." Gan Luan took a deep breath, With a melancholy face: "It's been a long time since I've faced the complete goalkeeper group. They're going to hold a concert with me, and I don't know how to shake the light stick." The light stick dance is not good, and the one who will follow him tomorrow may not be the same Instead of a platoon, the company was strengthened.This is a battle!Gan Luan sat upright: "Let's listen to it again, what's the name of that symphony just now (Note 1)?"

The old house of the Gan family is located on the mountainside, and it is the only one in a few miles around.Rumor has it that this mountain belongs to the Gan family.This rumor is true.So in those days, Gan Luan's "escape" was very hard. If he reached his knees or ankles in the mountains, he might be caught back, and he couldn't even reach the flat ground.No matter how big the space is, it is still a cage. Once the heart is not free, flying in the air is like being bound by the wind.No one will have feelings for the chains on the feet, except "Stockholm".Seeing the huge dark house growing taller and taller, Gan Luan could only feel the depression of stuffing his nostrils.

Waiting for a figure at the gate, Gan Luan signaled Gan Xiao to stop for a while, then rolled down the window: "Uncle Wang, tell them I'm back."

Uncle Wang is a near-perfect mansion standard. His sparse head and moustache are imprinted with meticulous comb marks, some horizontally and some vertically.The mouth is also square, and when you spit it out, it looks like a square of tofu, with standard length, width and height, and you can add seasonings according to the context. Mapo tofu.With the same gray attire for thousands of years, it is a conscientious tofu machine.Gan Luan always felt that Uncle Wang's neck was empty, so he could put another collar on it, and said: "The door god's running dog."The youngest son of the tofu machine is very obsessed with Gan Xiao, similar to "the mountain has no edges, the heaven and the earth are in harmony with the king, and he dares to be with the king". ", that is, the innocent Gan Xiao.Maybe...not innocent.

The gray figure leaned forward: "With all due respect, young master..."

"I will not forgive you." As soon as this sentence was thrown out, the wheels were oiled and ran away tacitly.

When the car came to a complete stop, Gan Luan took Gan Xiao's shoulder and said, "Uncle, you are my uncle."

This is a code word.Back then, Gan Luan succeeded in "escape" for the first time. While greedily inhaling the exhaust fumes from the street, he tugged on Gan Xiao's sleeve and said these words.Later, when the two of them shared a common hatred, Gan Luan always ended with these words.

At that time Gan Xiao asked him: "What about the others?"

Gan Luan answered like this: "It's all about relevant persons A, B, C, and D."

"Although I can't erase the word 'relevant'," 12-year-old Gan Luan smiled brightly, "but I can gift them A, B, C, and D to distinguish them."

The road from the courtyard gate to the carport is wide and flat, and the road from the carport to the house door is winding and secluded.They walked through the bush-lined path, and the moonlight passed through the vine-streaked porch.The night is accompanied by vegetation, and the moonlight casts shadows on people. I don’t know where I am when I walk, just like traveling through time and space.

The two were silent all the way, and arrived at the ancient castle that lived in history without any haste.

Someone had already been waiting at the door, took the dry things from Gan Luan's hands, pushed out the soft chair, handed warm slippers and new socks, and then wet towels, dry towels, wiped hands, wiped face, rinsed mouth, and scented Yes, take turns, throw what should be thrown, wash what should be washed, I can't wait to help him reborn.ill.As long as the door god returns, this process will automatically continue, and the sense of inheritance is like a century-old store.

As for the unknown mobile phone, Gan Luan had already hidden it.Fortunately, the century-old store didn't go crazy enough to take off his clothes.

After passing through a corridor, one arrives at the formal reception hall.The black sunglasses helped Gan Luan open the door, Gan Luan nodded, his face was calm, he really wanted to take out a gun to check if it was loaded.

A, B, C, and D are like a stack of mahjong, arranged regularly on the sofa.As Gan Luan moved away, they turned their heads in unison.Some are wrinkled into eight strips, some are rolled into a cake, and some are so serious that they are winded from east to west.After all, it's not a stereotyped scapegoat, Gan Luan applauds from the bottom of his heart.

What is surprising is that the second aunt Gan Xu's family are all there.This family probably has a common special function, that is, the eyes generate electricity. The second uncle was the first to find him, and the resurgent eyes were so naked that it was dazzling: this is the dawn of the lost treasure chest key!

Gan Xu dodged his eyes like usual, Xu Li raised his eyebrows with contempt when he saw him come in.baffling.Looking at her one more time, Gan Luan felt it was a waste.And Xu Li—how many years have passed, why are you still wronged!I haven't seen my little cousin for a long time, and today is the first time after the dog hair incident, but time can't erase his eye sockets, looking at Gan Luan for a second, Xu Lihong turned his head with eyes, and let out a heavy "hum".Gan Luan: Let him do it all over again, he would rather not have seen this pair of siblings.

No one spoke, they all stared at Gan Luan.He had no choice but to say: "I'm back." He felt like he was playing mahjong, the static cubes began to stir, and he ordered the standing people to call to call off work, and his sitting posture was also uneven, and he felt relieved from time to time.

When the chores came to an end, the eldest uncle Gan Xian said with "a black face", "Gan Luan, come here."

Gan Luan stood over and found a basket full of sullenness, solemnity, contempt, indifference, etc., which were not good colors.He thought: My God, the light sticks must be hard to soothe, maybe I want to dance in the middle.

The eldest aunt Gan Xian stood up, poked Gan Luan with her finger, and clicked every word, her fingertips were like the beak of a woodpecker: "There are only a few months left, can't you save me some snacks?"

Gan Luan withdrew from Gan Xian's attack range: "I can't. If you keep clicking, you may not even save your lungs."

"Okay, okay," Gan Xian pulled him back to sit down, "Everyone, don't worry, listen to what Gan Luan has to say, he always has a reason."

"There's no reason, don't listen, the meeting is over." Turning her head after speaking, as expected, her actions couldn't match her words, Gan Xian yelled, "Stop!"

Alright, Gan Luan stopped.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the coffee table, and there were some things that shouldn't have been placed on it, like a spider's thread caught in a deep well. Gan Luan immediately pointed to several mobile phones and asked, "Is this mine? Search it from my room. from?"

No one denies it.

He picked up a locked notebook, and the small lock on it was naturally picked open: "Is the diary nice? Isn't it a bit boring?" After all, the whole diary is full of the words "go to death", which is very monotonous .

Roughly flipping through the "diary", as the pages fluctuated, the trembling rusty words almost fell on the face, which was shocking.To die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, to die, these words are repeated and overlapped, and there is a smell of blood.It's just chicken blood.Gan Luan laughed softly, the coldness of the sneer was like the night, penetrating into the bone marrow bit by bit.Seeing this, Gan Xu touched his chest, Xu Li stared at Gan Luan: "You did it on purpose!"

"Find out the order, Xu Li." He held up the broken lock: "There is no curse from peeping."

Gan Luan threw the diary, and the heavy cowhide made a "boom", like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's hearts.He said: "Ah, sorry, I was just joking. This is a prop from the school drama club, and you broke it just like that. Hey."

Xu Li pouted, and said in a low voice, "...don't let you take a peek."

Xu Li glared at him: "Shut up!"

Little aunt Gan Xu finally spoke, softly: "We are worried about you, and we can't get in touch, so we want to find some clues."

"Have you found it?" He opened a cardboard box, and there were piles of letters he hadn't opened inside, and now they were basically torn to pieces: "Huh?"

Seeing that he was reading the letter, Gan Xu said, "You're quite popular, why don't you read it. It's basic courtesy to respond to a letter."

"Let little aunt worry about it." His tone, just like Gan Xu's voice floating over, was as light as a filament.The light thread wound around the crowd layer by layer, tightening up every sentence, and raised his voice: "So, is there anything unusual in the letter? Is there anything to tell others? These people's private concerns must be dragged out by you and run naked." ?"

"You're still reasonable!" Gan Xian jumped up against the table, probably "standing up" was her weapon: "I don't know what to think all day long! The concern of the elders is like a donkey's liver and lungs! I want to see," she kicked a The iron box (Gan Luan thought: good legs), stepped on it: "What the hell are you hiding!"

"Open this box!" Gan Xian took it down again before her feet warmed up.She wanted to pull Gan Luan over by force, but Gan Xian stopped her, "Hey, don't do it, just talk."

Gan Luan retreated to the wall and looked at the ground: "There is nothing inside."

"I'm talking nonsense—" Gan Xian was forced to shut up, and Gan Xian took the next stick: "Since there is nothing, the empty ones are useless, why don't you bring them back to us."

Gan Luan stared at the box, his eyes were dripping with thick ink, which couldn't melt: "Uncle, do you lack iron?"

Gan Xian said without hesitation, "Quiet."

"I'll give you two bottles of iron supplement health care products, why are you making trouble with the iron case?"

Gan Xian summoned a person, lifted the safe, Gan Luan called to stop the person: "This is mine."

"Gan Luan, who taught you to lie." Gan Xu sat upright, motionless as a mountain, his brows and eyes melted into silence, and his demeanor was clear and calm.She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and her voice was soft and melodious: "Your parents? Or grandpa? We didn't teach you that."

"..."

Gan Luan leaned against the wall, half closed his eyes.His face was washed away by the coldness, leaving only the dark and gloomy eyes in his eyes.

Gan Xu raised his chin slightly towards Gan Luan, as if waiting for his answer.

Their eyes were entwined on a pole, and they slid coldly towards each other, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter of temptation.

"You can tell there's something in this box by shaking it casually." She held up her teacup, sipped it slightly like a temperature test, and fanned her eyelashes, "I won't lie to you, little aunt, I dug out the box, and I'm worried about your condition." .” The teacup fell back to its original place steadily without any sound.Gan Xu raised his clear eyes: "So, open it."

Unreasonable.Gan Luan replied: "I'm still alive, I'm awake, and I'm standing here. When the time comes, you can get what you want. There's nothing to worry about."

"What are you talking about, Xiao Luan, why haven't you slept yet?"

Hooking the edge of the door with a lazy ending, Gan Xiao appeared against the door like a mollusk.He was supposed to come in with Gan Luan, but he sneaked off somewhere, and only now appeared.

Gan Xian is like a cannon, seeing who doesn't like it and directly bombarding him: "Can you stand still! You don't have a human figure!"

"Sorry. I thought I was on my feet." Gan Xiao smiled "hehe" and raised his wine glass and ticked the outside: "Go and bring the milk." Before anyone entered, the smell of alcohol was uninvited, and everyone unanimously agreed frowned.

Taking advantage of these words, Gan Xian winked, the man carrying the box retreated silently, Gan Luan coughed heavily.

In terms of usual demeanor, Gan Luan is most similar to Gan Xu.The color is like a flat ink painting, stretched calmly, but the eyebrows are delicate, as if the heavens are deliberately partial.One stroke at a time, the beauty bestowed by God, as delicate as the curvature of the corners of the mouth are carefully crafted.It is involuntarily eye-catching, but unconsciously fascinated, and inadvertently falls into a dream.During the conversation, he speaks in a soft voice, as gentle as the wind of a wrinkled lake, with a beautiful tone, and the vernacular is full of poetry.

Dirty to deep black may not be easy to detect, but the beauty of ink-stained pure white is the most vivid.

The stars and the moon are the brightest in the night sky, and everyone in the world can prove it when the sky turns cloudy.

Gan Luan didn't even move, his movements didn't change, only his lazily drooping eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and he said, "Let me down."

Gan Xu stood up and ordered, "Open it."

The box bearers stopped.At that moment, he felt the rolling swamp crawling over from Gan Luan.The shadows were eaten by the mud, and the crowd twisted into ghosts. The coolness grazed the trousers and climbed to the waist, wrapped around his chest and strangled his throat, making him unable to move.

At the same time, another swamp suddenly grew out of the boundary, and it was clearly torn apart from Gan Luan's end. It was Gan Xu.The sky can learn, the most terrifying thing is not the abyss, but the cracking of the ground.At the moment of the fall, the sound of the wind is the most murderous.

There was a moment of silence, and the two sides were at a stalemate.

Gan Xiao took the milk, floated over like a ghost, stuffed it into Gan Luan's hand, and said in a low voice, "Since there is nothing, open it..."

"If there is." He looked at Gan Xiao's eyes, half-opened for Qingming: "If I said yes."

Gan Xiao was stunned for a while, then smiled again: "What can you have that I don't know..."

Gan Luan stopped looking at him: "Why can't I have it."

Gan Xiao thought he was angry and persuaded him in a low voice: "Then what can you do now?"

It was a wicked smile.Gan Luan showed his face, and said slowly: "'If you want to open it, let them step over my corpse first', how about it?"

At this moment, another person poked his head at the door: "Excuse me, does anyone want to unlock?" Gan Xu told him, "Come here."

The man was carrying a big box, and he pushed it as if offering a treasure: "I have all the tools, let's open the lock, there are ways to damage it and not to damage it, and..."

Gan Xu interrupted him: "The fastest."

Gan Luan thought about going over, Gan Xiao raised his hand, Gan Luan asked him: "You stop me?"

Gan Xiao had a hard look on his face. He pushed Gan Luan's glass of untouched milk, signaling that it was getting cold, and calmed down the matter: "Listen to me, for your own good. What do you think you can do? Is it really like what you said? That, what does that sound like. You can't beat this bunch of people."

The unlocker dragged out a chainsaw from the box, and was looking for an outlet, when those people gave way, and those who pulled the strings, pushed a pile of fat dumplings back and forth like a hot pot.Forgot about Gan Luan.He shrank in the corner, looking at the busy people, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up for a moment.The glass of milk exerted its residual heat, Gan Luan warmed his throat, watching the dumplings dance with cold eyes.With Gan Xiao's back turned to him, he realized that Gan Xiao's thinking was probably the same as that group of people.

"Little uncle, are you also curious about what's in there?"

The sound of the chainsaw cut through the sentence, but Gan Xiao, who was getting further away, didn't hear it.They gathered in one place, holding their breath, as if waiting for something to break through the ground.

"Huh! What does it smell like!" Xu Li screamed.

The circle of people dispersed all of a sudden, like gravel hitting water.They all faced Gan Luan in unison again, funny like sunflowers, wrinkled faces, melon seeds crackling and falling down.

What can it taste like.About a dozen pairs of "old socks" add up to the sour taste.

Gan Luan asked the team manager to exchange them with dozens of pairs of new socks.This matter made the girl sad for a long time, but there were no strange rumors, which made Gan Luan look at the girl differently.It is too difficult for people to hold back a problem that they are interested in but can't understand without discussing and solving it.Off topic.The whole hall is filled with "the essence of youth", "the concentration of years", and "the strongest taste of men".Gan Luan put down the glass, took out a handkerchief to cover the corners of his mouth.The drooping eyelashes fanned the innocence, the most innocent in the world.

"Nonsense!" Ru Ganxu could no longer hold back, clutching his nose and slamming the door away.

With the slamming of the door, the farce suddenly tightened, wringing out the last trace of water, and ending wrinkledly.

The result is only this scene.The symphonic salute has just kicked off, but "in the dark" has just begun to write, and new twists and turns have been extended on the road ahead——

And this night, to be continued.

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#Note 1: Tchaikovsky's "1812 Overture" cannons are about 11 minutes and 30 seconds later, the audition address