Fugue

When two people get along for a long time, they will become each other's mirror.Because humans interact with each other.

Gan Lan held her left arm, trying to back down, but Gan Luan refused.While covering themselves, they did not let each other go.They seem to have found a mirror image on that wound.

"You're still hiding." Gan Luan held Gan Lan's elbow, his palm wrapped in a kind of icy coldness: "I've seen it all, but you're still hiding." A wound is like going to a dead end.He stared there, as if to penetrate with his eyes.

"Still... still..." Gan Lan started a new muttering to herself.

Gan Luan told the on-call: "Call a nurse on duty now...forget it." He carried Gan Lan into the room: "As long as the medicine box is placed by this door, thank you. I'll talk to him .”

An hour ago, when Gan Luan was still on the road.

It was as if someone caught a bee, pinched and released it in his mind, and there was a drowsy hum from time to time.He couldn't stand the head-scratching intrusion, so he parked the car on the side of the road.When he left Gan Lan, he woke him up specifically and told him to grab his phone anyway and contact him whenever he needed something, or wait for Gan Luan to contact him until they see each other again.

No matter how hard you try to be rational, people always act on a hunch, and the incident above may be based on a hunch.So Gan Luan did it without any reason.

Drowsiness robs a person of strength.Gan Luan almost struggled to take out his mobile phone, dialed Gan Lan's number, put it to his ear, the connected voice rang, and the signal on the other end suddenly switched to recording: "Hello, the number you dialed is currently on a call Please try again later."

Gan Lan hid the phone in his pocket, which was also a premonition or instinct.He intuitively felt that the phone was a secret and could not be taken out.Because there is a visitor outside the window in front of him, staring at him.

"who are you?"

The casement was wide open, swallowing a mouthful of moonlight, stirring the curtains and dancing wildly.One of them was squatting on the window sill, grabbing Gan Lan with straight eyes, and he noticed it as soon as he opened his eyes.I don't know if it was the wind that woke him up, or the vibration of the phone pulled him out of the dream, or this person stared at him so hard that he had to open his eyes.His head was a mass of scribbled paint, he didn't know what color to make, and he even felt like he was still asleep.

The man lit a cigarette and curled his legs like a spider. Seeing that Gan Lan had woken up, he breathed lightly: "You can wake up like this? I advise you to sleep."

Gan Lan propped himself up, and his dizzy wobbled for a while, so that he had to support his head to look at people. He still asked, "Who are you?" and hung up the phone that came suddenly.

Drowsiness makes one impatient.After being rejected, Gan Luan didn't "call back later" and immediately called back, only to receive the suggestion of "please call later".My heart burns with unnamed things, which are incompatible with the coldness of the night. When I am not in front of people, they are free, burning unscrupulously, the car is full of anger, and the air is trembling.

The cigarette spider jumped off the window sill and opened his arms to Gan Lan: "I'm here to pick you up!"

Gan Lan propped herself up, and moved back uselessly, her hands hidden behind her into the pillow.The cigarette spider laughed straight: "I'm not welcome? I'm here to pick you up."

"Go... home?" He seemed unable to understand, but seemed to begin to understand.

"Sleep well, sleep through the night." The cigarette spider's voice was a bewitching web, covering his eyelids heavily, falling straight, falling... Maybe it's not bad to just sleep like this forever.

The phone vibrated again, the net was shattered, Gan Lan felt the coldness under the pillow, which made him move closer to something, and then away from something, the moonlight gradually dyed his eyes, and he was no longer confused.

"No," he said, "I don't want to sleep. Who are you?"

"Gan Lan." The cigarette spider stomped out the cigarette, and now he was just a spider.The spider came towards him, coiling dangerous spider webs: "You don't learn well."

The thread seemed to pull some part of Gan Lan, making him weak from defensiveness: "No, it's not like that. I'm real, I...can be better. I am Gan Lan. Gan Lan...I It's Gan Lan..."

Gan Luan in the car dialed the phone mechanically, they clearly made an appointment.But he couldn't get through, ten times, twenty times, sometimes the tone changed immediately after a while, and sometimes it didn't work directly, he threw the phone away, and saw a knife lying under the seat, with a cold light shining towards him.

"Then go to sleep." The spider was spinning silk at Gan Lan again, Gan Lan may have heard it or not, his face was raised up, his little flesh was swollen in two balls, covered with a blush, the fine fluff was illuminated by the moonlight, Everyone is transparent.The smile is sweeter than sleep, and the long eyes are bent gently: "I am Gan Lan. I am waiting for... Gan... Luan... Luan of the Luan tree."

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.

"I can't sleep." They said at the same time.

Gan Lan drew out the scalpel, Gan Luan raised the tip of the knife, they had the same face, drunk and clear, chaotic and pure, old like a child, mature and immature.Half the moonlight and half the night, their faces are clear and dazzling, and they are naturally warm, like a dark fire frozen in the ice, the fiery color, and the frosty temperature are all born with them.

The left arm trembled, and the heat rolled down the blade, driving the scarlet bloom, igniting them, the ice cubes burned, and the cold wind was reveling, hotter than the fireworks.Hot or cold, they are of the same kind, he and him, there is no distinction between them.

That pair of wounds is a pair of smiles that split at the same time.

Laughing at the world that has to contend with them, laughing at this moment, he and his victory.

"You're crazy!" Spider rushed over angrily, and yelled at Gan Lan, "Crazy!"

"Who's inside?" A question came from outside the door, accompanied by a knock on the door, followed by pushing and kicking the door, and came in turn: "Open the door!"

The scalpel and the spider were at loggerheads. Gan Lan stood up from the bed, two or three scissors fell out of her pocket, and made a crisp sound on the ground.Then, his mobile phone also failed to escape gravity, breaking through the wind and hitting the ground.

Gan Lan and the spider discovered it together, but the spider had an advantage in distance. He grabbed the phone: "How do you have such a thing?!"

"give me back!"

The whole floor seemed to be shaking, and the door was banging loudly, but Gan Lan's voice overshadowed the movement. "Give it back to me!" he howled, throwing the knife like a firecracker.

The door opened wide at this moment, and the spider fled out, throwing him a sentence: "You come and get it!" It slipped through the cracks like smoke.

Gan Lan jumped down with bare feet, and a bearded man stopped him with his huge body: "Hey, kid, what's going on, don't run away!"

Others were yelling, "Run! Run! Get that idiot!"

Gan Lan lowered his neck, lowered his head, and found the spider's narrow, mischievous eyes outside the crowd. He was provoked, and the spider held up the mobile phone and made him stare at it. Was smashed to pieces.

"Do not--!"

His already chaotic mind, his heart with only a ray of light, was destroyed along with that mobile phone, and the mottled fragments lay bloody on the ground, all of which were his corpse.he died!The body dominates his soul, and history lives in his place.

Gan Lan took out a pair of scissors, he shrank like a spider, and swam out among the people. The ignorant and hateful spider was waiting there. He rushed over, tore up his mockery, and stabbed the scissors into his mouth .

"Is it the left? Or the right?"

He asked together with the voice in his heart.

Madness crept up his face.

After entering the room, Gan Lan walked in spontaneously, and Gan Luan followed, taking a panoramic view of the action ahead.

"Still... still..." His whispered raving, every sentence can be heard, those two words lingered in his mouth repeatedly, like a lost person in a panic, aimless, unable to find direction.Just keep repeating.

"Still...still..."

"What's still there? What's still there?" Gan Luan asked the question to follow, but he hesitated in place: "Gan Lan?"

Gan Lan took out a scalpel under the pillow.Gan Luan made a mistake, but it was too late.They are too far away.He can't hesitate at all.He should be.

The light spot of the scalpel shone on Gan Lan's face, shining together with the smile in his eyes. Gan Lan seemed to have returned to her childish days, as innocent as the curve of his lips.

"It's still there." He looked at Gan Luan's left hand, like treating a lost and recovered treasure. "Hand. It's still there."

Gan Luan took a step forward, and Gan Lan immediately realized: "Don't come here." Holding up the scalpel, he compared it to his left arm, stained with sticky blood.

"You..." Gan Lan hesitated for a while, then suddenly stared at his left hand again, like a doll with its parts stuck, motionless.His eyes were already dark, but at this moment there was a faint fury, which stained his eyes even deeper: "Cut me! Let him cut me!" He shouted behind Gan Luan: "Cut me!"

After finishing speaking, before Gan Luan could react, he slashed his arm again, and the wound became an open fork, fresh blooming like flames, as if it would burn Gan Luan who was helplessly watching: "Gan Lan!"

Gan Lan seemed to wake up for a moment, and the scalpel made a few crackling sounds.He hid in the corner, holding his head and squeezing into the crack, as if he wanted to get into the wall.At the corner opposite to him, there seemed to be a chained wild animal, and the longer chain would kill him, he wanted to look at it, but he didn't dare to look at it.Fear was like a nail piercing through the bone marrow. He shivered, and the clear fear spread throughout the room, fighting against the trembling curtains, and inseparable from the moonlight.The boy hid in a place where the moonlight could not be seen, like a displaced monster——he thought of this description again, so, what is the curse this time?

That empty corner?

"What are you afraid of?" He didn't want to give up communicating with Gan Lan. He felt that this person was precious and had a special nature.The teenager keeps him close to the truth so he can't lose control of him.

"Gan Lan, there's nothing there," he said.

"It's still there, it's still... No..." Suddenly again—he was always surprised like this—Gan Lan became so quiet, and even her tone became much calmer, as if she was typing out words one by one on a keyboard Like, word by word, the board is as flat as wood: "There is nothing there."

Gan Lan quietly looked back.Gan Luan followed his gaze and could only see a lonely cabinet in the corner, which was bland and lifeless.

The boy's dark eyes seemed to be a tragedy, despair welled up, gathered at his chin, and smashed the sky and the earth dark like crackling wires.He is like a deep-sea fish in the ancient century. The sea was originally made by him, and his tears stretched like this.

"Mo... Mom... Mom! Cut me off! Please! Cut me off! Mom..."

He knelt there, wailing against the wall.

"Mom...Mom..." Gan Lan cried violently, hiccupping herself, howling ambiguous words, but made the audience feel unsure, he squatted beside him: "Mom?"

"Mom... is still there..." Gan Lan faced him with a miserable expression, her brows were burning and painful: "Mom... is still there..."

"Your mother?" He held Gan Lan's face in his hands, and rubbed his wet hair with his thumb: "What is she like?"

Gan Lan paused, a drop of warmth flashed along the corner of her eyes, and the sadness in her eyes was like an expanding mist, enveloping Gan Luan.He said, "There she is, can't you see?"

"Where?" Although he probably knew it, he still asked, involuntarily.

Gan Lan hid in the corner, hugging her head and yelling: "It's just opposite! She's still... still..." The voice changed, and he shook his head frantically again, shaking like a sieve: "There's nothing there, Nothing, nothing."

It was "still there" and "nothing" at the same time. He didn't know who was crazy and who should be crazy.

In the end, Gan Luan came to a conclusion that once Gan Lan was abnormal, he would automatically enter a certain cycle, and if no one pulled him, he would keep going around in circles, like a hamster running around, or like...

The image once again appeared in his mind: two ferris wheels, slowly rotating at the same frequency, facing the same direction.The rain wet them.

Gan Luan brought the medicine box in, and found that Gan Lan had sat back beside the bed, with a peaceful expression, and the red marks at the end of her eyes were even worse.Seeing the medicine box, Gan Luan suddenly wanted to snatch it from him, but Gan Luan gave in. Facing this psychopath, he basically lost his temper.

He watched Gan Lan skillfully open the medicine box, and patted the bed, as in the daytime: "Sit down, come here."

Gan Luan gave in again.

Taking out the disinfectant, cotton balls, gauze, bandages, etc., Gan Lan did enough preparations before saying to him, "Give me your hand." Facing the wound, his eyes darkened, but this It's like Gan Luan's delusion—I thought there was something wrong, but Gan Lan was only serious about helping Gan Luan to deal with the wound, and her technique was very mature.

This tranquility made Gan Luan think for a few times that the collapse ahead was just a nightmare, hallucination, unreal shadow.

"Why?" he asked him.

"Your wound needs to be treated, otherwise you will get sick." His eyes were piercing, like brightened sugar, with a hint of sweetness: "I don't want you to get sick."

Gan Luan resumed his usual tone, gentle and gentle like the wind of a wrinkled lake: "You just cried."

He was a little embarrassed: "I'm not afraid of pain." He added, "This is not the most painful."

This time it was Gan Luan who treated the wound for him. Fortunately, Gan Lan had demonstrated it before. Gan Luan watched and remembered, by the way, the steps of the operation can be exactly the same, but the technique is less familiar, so it appears to be more subtle and slow.

"Why do you do this to yourself." He supported him and wrapped the bandages one by one, his voice as light as his movements.

"I can't sleep."

This sentence made Gan Luan laugh, he lost interest in continuing to ask, just smiled and said: "Now I can sleep. I am here." After speaking, his shoulders sank.The long breath revolved around the neck, warm and itchy.The faint ups and downs passed over unhurriedly, making him feel lighter, and his whole body was limp, wanting to fall with the deep sleep on his shoulders.

This guy is really "contagious"... This is Gan Luan's last realization.

"Buzz-buzz-" The vibration made the bed numb, and the boy rubbed his face down impatiently. "Om———" The vibration continued unabated.

"Hmm..." He turned around in a dissatisfied moan, and the corners of his eyes were also red with grievances. The boy's eyes were half-lit, looking for the source of this disturbance.

The pocket in front of him was dazzling, and when he poked it with his finger, it stopped shaking.The boy closed his eyes in satisfaction and continued to sleep.

The iron shell actually spoke, filled with anxiety, restlessness, and hesitation: "Gan Luan! You have to believe me... I didn't do it, I really didn't do it!"

The boy's brows were piled up, his eyelids were reluctantly opened, and a few large characters were imprinted in his eyes in a daze, which couldn't stop the dark and sweet dream. After the surrounding was quiet, he continued to sleep.

During the call: Bianyou.

It's just a few words, it doesn't matter.

The world sleeps with them, and this night will be over.Towards the direction where the tree opened its eyes.

-To be continued overnight-

-Complete-

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Come on, whatever you are.No matter what you are, he thought.Everything is ready to go after determination.Gan Luan didn't think about it any more, stretched out his finger and scratched it twice, and said, "I'm awake, you can let go now."