Fugue

The moon is as bright as snow, and the night is clear.

After the farce, Gan Luan was no longer nervous.It seems that everything is reversed, he is now like a mass of mud stuck to the wall, and all he has to do is stick to the wall in his mind.My head was dizzy, my thoughts narrowed into a ditch, and I was very sleepy.

Before falling into the night charm, he thought of a needle point, a dim light, and a pair of empty eyes.

"Heh." He propped up half of his body and slammed his head on the sharp corner of the bedside table.The mind is not clear, and it is difficult to control the strength.When he sat up again, he brushed his bangs to cover the swelling on his forehead.Limbs were still limp, but the will was enough for him to crawl.Gan Luan struggled to move to the window, pressing his face against the cold glass.The floor-to-ceiling windows welcome the rich moonlight, and the room is full of silver and white luxury.

He is still...not conscious enough.Drank that glass of milk that should have been suspected.His sugar addiction is probably a weakness.Gan Luan pressed his forehead as if laughing at himself, the pain woke him up again, he switched to the other side of his face to accept the cold, and changed his gaze.The moon is white and the garden is full.The shadow of absconding is like walking in the daytime, and the roof of the corridor with interlaced rattan is almost concealed.

Gan Luan narrowed his eyes and saw clearly that it was Gan Xiao.

Gan Luan learned his driving skills secretly from Gan Xiao.The car he can drive is also in the middle of Gan Xiao's collection, and even the door gods don't know what's tricky.Gan Xiao probably didn't expect that the people he taught and the car he gave would one day run counter to what he hoped.

Seeing that Gan Xiao's direction was not the hospital, Gan Luan only hesitated for a moment.With little thought, he took a different sidetrack.Gan Luan has only one destination, Jicheng First Hospital.He regretted not staying there, especially when the phone didn't work.

"Tsk." Gan Luan threw away his phone, the dizziness from the medicine almost made him unable to see the road clearly, the car stopped and stopped, and finally turned off.The car windows trembled slightly, unable to shut off the rage inside.

"The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."

"Didn't I tell you to grab the phone!"

He turned to Ye Jing, but couldn't get in touch.Even the middle channel was cut off, and he was completely out of touch with the situation at the hospital.

"Can't connect...can't connect...you wait for me." Relying on anger, Gan Luan started the car again: "If you run away...hehe."

"I don't care if you were robbed or you grew your own legs." His eyes fell on a knife in front of the passenger seat, and it flickered like a cold light, showing a cold edge.

With a crescent moon floating in his eyes, he slowly broke into a smile.

Jicheng First Hospital.

Just after parking the car, the road was so quiet that there was a sudden call from my annoying mobile phone: Bian You.

Gan Luan answered: "Bian You."

"It's me." Neither of them could tell where the other was, so they asked first, "Gan Luan? Are you still asleep?"

"I think you can get straight to the point." Gan Luan turned off the car and came out to blow the cold wind: "Now a person who is awake is answering the phone." Although he was once dominated by drugs.

The crackling sound of chains was used as the background, followed by the door being pushed, Bian You lingered for a few steps: "Have you ever thought that there might be... people can prove that Gan Lan is real."

"Really what?"

"Identity."

"..." Gan Luan held the phone between his shoulders, and flicked it up and down with his right hand.Later, he held his phone steady and said, "Do you think I haven't thought about it?"

"You think I," he lowered his head, the moonlight would not make his face paler, but the shadows that ebbed and flowed deepened, "why would I say something that told you not to move?"

In this situation, if there is a wisp of cigarettes, two clouds and mist, and three flavors of cold wind, it will be more suitable for this lingering confusion.It's a pity that Gan Luan hates the smell of cigarettes.He peeled a lollipop and popped it into his mouth, yogurt flavored.

"I...beep beep..." There was a busy tone.Gan Luan waited for a while, then dialed back, but it was the notification that he couldn't get through, and he got tired of hearing it all the way.

Seeing Gan Luan, the squatting figure at the entrance of the inpatient department ran over immediately, and Gan Luan asked, "Where are the others?"

The man bowed slightly to him: "It's still there. A group of people rushed to the eleventh floor, and a group of people rushed to the ninth floor. It's all settled."

"When did you start waiting for me? Neither Gan Xiao nor Bian You have been here?" The man shook his head, "I've stayed at this door since you left." Gan Luan nodded, pulled his sleeves again, wet The sticky feeling mixed with fishy smell rushed straight to the nose: "You just said that there are people coming from the ninth floor?"

"Yes." The place where they stayed was poorly lit, and the man hesitated: "Your hand..."

Gan Luan waved his right hand: "It's okay, let's go upstairs." After saying that, he walked straight forward.The man chased him from behind: "Actually, we are all prepared for the people coming from outside, so it's not a big problem. But I heard that his condition is a bit uncontrollable..."

Hearing this, Gan Luan quickened his pace and drew a square root on his brow: "Uncontrollable?"

There was a signal in the elevator, so Gan Luan took advantage of this to call Bian You, but unfortunately he still didn't get through.The elevator stopped on the ninth floor, and the two got off.Someone ushered in again: "You'd better not get too close."

Gan Luan was at a loss: "What's going on?"

First wait for the black half-fingered gloves worn by Gan Luan, who is wearing a peaked cap.The peaked cap pulled up the brim: "That's a martial arts master." His tone was filled with lingering fear.

Hei Banzhi: "Can you speak human language?"

Gan Luan thought, that's right, this group of people can't learn from Ye Jing's side, they just talk nonsense, they are all from the "philosophy without focus".

The peaked cap turned into a door with Gan Luan, and there was a pigtailed man lying inside, ouch, ouch, yelling, "Damn it, this is the head of the flying knife world", "I'm famous for my life", "There is even one in Jicheng!" Pricking holes in the body."

"Convinced." The little pigtail concluded.

"What do you want?" Gan Luan walked over and poked the bandaged thigh with braided hair, in exchange for a burst of crying.He asked, "Where are you looking at?"

With a rascal face on his face, the little braid was leaning carelessly on a pile of pillows, chattering non-stop, and a few people stood by and listened silently.Judging by the situation, Brother Braid is probably a loud speaker.Seeing Gan Luan, he finally calmed down a bit: "I really admire your...what's his name?" What happened tonight was really Gan Luan's impromptu idea, and Ye Jing called someone.Therefore, some of these people who came here couldn't even figure out the basic situation, so they directly implemented it, doing what they were called, and only giving the result.

Gan Luan didn't answer right away, but said anyway: "Gan Lan."

"Gan, what kind of Gan (Hei Banzhi interrupted: "How did you talk!"), the surname is Li. Li Lan. Eh? His surname is also Gan?"

Gan Luan ignored his last sentence, thinking: Calling Li Lan is nothing tonight.

The little braid pointed at his thigh: "That little knife is playing, what the hell, I'm three feet away from him, my brother is very stable, my thigh is thin enough, he poked the scalpel straight Flying over here." After speaking, I felt that it was not vivid enough, so I patted the bed again: "It's too 6! When I get better, I will worship him as my teacher!"

Gan Luan figured out what was going on, and didn't want to talk anymore, so Lollipop turned around and walked outside.

The little pigtail gave orders from behind: "Follow and block, if you stab Brother Luan with a knife, you will all die! Forgive me for being disabled, I can't follow, Brother Luan."

"Thank you for your hard work. Let Ye Jing reward you well later." Gan Luan recalled the matter, and turned his head again: "Did one of you stimulate him?"

Little pigtail: "Who would dare to do that?" The peaked cap explained next to him: "It wasn't us, it was someone from outside who smashed the kid's cell phone. Then he seemed to be a different person, and no one could get close to him. The boss said again, don't make trouble. It was time to collect the corpse, so I froze there."

kid?Gan Luan unbuttoned a cuff button while walking, rolled up one sleeve, took a lot of effort to keep the corners of his mouth from twitching, and couldn't restrain the noisy voice in his heart: Don't look at how small he is, who knows how to play? Flying knives, one fly at a time.

Perhaps he knew that the entire floor was empty, so the echo was even more quiet.After walking for a while, there were a few people standing under the street lamp, blocking the road. It was dark at the other end of the road, so they stopped by the row of people.The peaked cap said: "Look here, the knife is about to fly when you get close."

Gan Luan glanced at the bright lights in the crowd, carefully identified them, and found that they were all legendary throwing knives.He still has the leisure to diverge his thoughts: Seeing that you are all alive, this is not a bad idea.

Moving his eyes a little further, he saw the smashed mobile phone. This tragedy can be regarded as a dead body, and the anger of not being able to make a phone call has been dissipated by half.

Further on, there is a pile of finely fragmented lights.It seems to be scissors, knives or something, piled up like cabbage.

An arm's length away from the Mount of Scissors, there was a person lying on the ground. Gan Lan was riding on it, with five fingers forming claws, pinching the man's neck.There was something in his hand that reflected light, and when he poked it into the man's mouth, he could feel the cold air from a long distance away.

Hearing the sound of new footsteps, the man whimpered and drool all over the place.

"Is it the left or the right?"

Gan Lan twisted her right hand, and Gan Luan saw it clearly.He holds scissors in his hand.Half of the blade is inserted into the mouth, the other half is left outside, and the included corner is close to the corner of the mouth.

"Is it on the right side? Do you like the right side?" He asked seriously, with his side face slightly lowered, as if he was listening to the answer.

The man made a few ahhs, and contributed a few puddles of saliva.

"Ah. You mean the left side? You want to go from the left side?" Gan Lan turned her ear towards the man and turned her face towards the street lamp.His whole body was very white, and when the high beam hit him, it seemed to be surrounded by a layer of soft light, spontaneous and psychedelic.There was a striking innocence in that face.Listening, Gan Lan suddenly lowered her head again.They hurried, like the wind passing through the sheets to dry.Light and fresh.

Gan Luan felt that the human wall was a bit of an eyesore: "There are so many of you, why can't you snatch his scissors?"

The strongest one in the wall has a big beard.Hearing his question, the bearded man said, "It's a pity that I didn't wear armor today, otherwise I would be able to resist the flying knife and grab his scissors."

After all, he took a step forward.Not far away, Gan Lan was suddenly fierce, flying a pair of scissors, and the bearded man jumped away.Looking at Gan Lan again, he took out a pair of scissors out of nowhere and was stabbing the man in the mouth.

"Is it the left or the right?"

Gan Luan finally understood how the cold light came from.He asked the bearded man: "I heard him (referring to the peaked cap) say that this happened when the phone was smashed. Why did this person smash the phone?"

The bearded man returned to the human wall team and scratched his face: "At the beginning, I said not to disturb the children's rest, so no one was left in the room. But that guy came in through the window, and we heard the movement outside. That idiot locked the door , When the door opened, the idiot rushed out and smashed the phone, and the children were not happy, so they pinched people and asked strange questions there, and threw knives whenever anyone approached."

Even if the scene is cleared, there will always be someone going to work during the day, Gan Luan paced back and forth a few steps: "Just like this all night? Let him fly? Fly until daytime?"

The bearded man clapped his hands together: "That's right, this kid is too sci-fi, and there are still dozens of flying ones. I want to wait until he finishes flying."

The point is not at all whether this is good or not!Gan Luan said, "Get out of the way, he doesn't know you, so he's stressed out, let me try."

"Uh, it's not appropriate, in case you get hurt somewhere."

He bit off the stick of the lollipop and swiped it into the air: "Okay, okay, come on, Sesame opens the door."

The evil in the wall of people automatically left.

A group of people watched Gan Luan take a step forward: "Gan Lan."

Gan Lan didn't look this way, she hid her expression and moved slightly, trying to pull out the scissors.The man was drooling again, scratching his arms and legs like a fast crawling spider.Gan Luan's tone was serious: "The one below doesn't move around, or I can let you lie down all night."

The saliva spider clenched its hands into fists, hammered the ground heavily, and then deflated, lying as if dead.

Gan Luan took another step forward, the slobbering spider screamed, the cold light drew a semicircle in the air, the scissors brought out a line of red pulp, gathered halfway into bright red fruit, and hit the ground again, forming a cluster of flowers.Gan Lan held one half of the scissors, while the other half moved back and forth like a pendulum, grinding the air, creaking, and the blood slid along the blade to the handle, turning a small bend before falling.It finally fell.

He pointed the scissors at him.

Gan Luan chewed the candy, not nervous.The lollipop stick nodded back, telling them to take it easy, too.Throw the stick in the trash by the way.

He said, "Gan Lan, who am I?"

Gan Lan turned her head away from the scissors, seeming suspicious.The distant light made his eyes beautiful, like the clear sky at night - Gan Luan once looked up on the way here.

He stretched out two fingers to loosen the neckline, and then undid the top button, finally feeling comfortable.

"Look who I am."

They once praised Bian You as a piece of warm jade, truly warm and moist.He also praised Ganluan, his perfection will always be a work of art to be exhibited.Clear and flawless, it is an elegant precipitation that cannot be erased by backlight.

He stood there, like a graceful sculpture, as if it should stand there.Oh, he lived for this moment.The lines that can't be dizzy even in the dark night are drawn with a stroke of genius, outlining the deep eyes and drawing the light smile.

Gan Lan stabbed the scissors back into the spider's mouth, and started drooling again: "Is it the left or the right?"

After crossing the Scissors Mountain, the bearded man coughed from behind, and Gan Luan turned to stare at him: "Shh."

He squatted next to Gan Lan: "What's our appointment?"

Gan Lan buried her face, bent like ripe rice, and said sullenly, "Mobile phone..."

"Yeah." He raised his left hand with difficulty, landed on Gan Lan's head, and rubbed it weakly: "Now I'm here, so it doesn't matter."

"Throw away the scissors and let him go."

Gan Lan raised her face, her cheeks puffed up again.There are grievances and uneasiness: "He smashed it..."

"I don't blame you, and I don't blame him." Gan Luan breathed out lightly, and lifted his left elbow with his right hand and moved down: "But if you want to cut him off, we haven't made an agreement."

After lowering her eyes and thinking for a while, Gan Lan threw away the drool-inducing scissors and stood up with Gan Luan.Scissors, knives, and a bunch of bandages poured over the spit spiders.

The saliva spider was instantly subdued by the bearded man who stepped forward: "..."

Taking Gan Lan back a few steps, he ordered the pile of human walls under the street lamp: "Everyone, work hard and restore the ninth floor to its original state. Things will return where they came from." He pointed at the twisted saliva spider with his chin: "Tell him to go to Yaocheng to pick grapes, take out a mobile phone and give it to Ye Jing."

The bearded man sneered: "Got it." Then he pointed to the two of them: "Both of you go and stand by."

"You guys are done packing, please call a nurse on duty to bring the medicine kit." Saying this, I suddenly felt a chill on my left arm.He backed away subconsciously and looked at Gan Lan who lifted his sleeve, but Gan Lan did the same thing as him, exactly the same, both of them hid their left hands behind their backs.A piece of bandage, stained with mottled blood, swayed in the wind.It hid behind Gan Lan, seeming to beckon him.

When he became suspicious, he didn't care about the people who were making a fuss about his left arm. He pulled the bandage and moved the man's hand to the front, and rolled up his blood-stained sleeve.Previously, Gan Luan thought that these belonged to the saliva spider, but it didn't seem to be the case at all.It was Gan Lan who raised them, fresh and warm, flowing to Gan Luan's palm.

The bandage wasn't wrapped properly.On their left arms, wound to wound, like a pair of cracked smiles, they looked at each other, stared at each other, and shed dark red tears.

The author has something to say:

#毒毒: In this situation and the scene, if there is a wisp of cigarettes, two clouds, three flavors of cold wind, it will be more suitable for this lingering confusion.It's a pity that Gan Luan hates the smell of cigarettes.He peeled four lollipops and stuffed them into his mouth, five-nut flavored.

#Next chapter preview:

Gan Luan touched the knife, it was cold, which seemed very friendly to Gan Luan, who was impatient with sleepiness.He pointed the knife edge to his arm, and the coolness permeated his skin to wake him up or make him intoxicated. He loved the cold madness at this moment.