Red door

The female writer Zhou Mei is a very western-style writer. The specific expression is that she must hug Luo Ye when she meets her. This is not the second time she has seen Luo Ye. When she saw him coming, she opened her arms and said, "Teacher, you are here!"

Luo Ye leaned over, patted her on the back, and said in a low voice: "The title teacher is serious."

And when Zhou Mei's eyes fell on He Yuan's face, He Yuan smiled and said, "Hello, Teacher Zhou."

Because of his mocking smile, Zhou Mei had a very bad impression of him.

She has a premonition of who the future will belong to, and she knows that traditional paper media have fallen behind, and in a sense, long sentences are no longer suitable for a novelist.Popular popular novels need shorter sentences and more exaggerated plots. In the eyes of the public, novels have come to an end, just like poems and epics that have been replaced by novels. Movies and TV are also attacking cities. Soon, read novels It will also become a niche art, just like people reading poetry and epics now.

Popular novels will soon be unable to support everyone, but at least it can support me, Zhou Mei is very proud.She thought, even if this kid doesn't have much respect for me, he will soon suffer as a newcomer.

She regarded He Yuan as a newcomer.

"Is Mr. Editor here?" Luo Ye asked.

Zhou Mei shrugged her shoulders: "Yes, but I'm not in a good mood."

"Not in a very good mood?"

She smiled awkwardly: "Because of me, he...he thinks I'm desecrating art."

Luo Ye nodded, expressing that he understood, of course he knew what kind of contestant the writer in charge of the editor was.She doesn't have much pursuit of art, and she doesn't have much desire for money. Basically, what she likes is flattery, flattery and cheers from others.

If she reads, Luo Ye thinks, she will definitely be a loyal supporter of Bentham, all her actions are determined only by how much happiness she can get, a natural virtue and a moth of progress.She actually has little research in literature, but she has a very strong appeal to the market.

She is tasteless, it is a pity to discard it, and the editor is an old-fashioned person. His pursuit of art and literature is like a moth to a flame. He will never give up this pursuit, so the contradiction between them is obvious .

Luo Ye knocked on the door, the editor put on his glasses and opened the door for him, seeing Zhou Mei standing beside him, he said unhappily: "Thank God for coming, I can't live without your book today. "

"It's serious, it's serious, the old man will watch first? I'll take me..." Luo Ye turned to look at He Yuan and said, "I'll take my nephew to the coffee shop."

"No, no, no," the old editor hurriedly stopped him, and said, "I'll read yours first, and after reading it, you can take your eldest nephew out for a walk."

"it is good."

He Yuan returned with a helpless expression.

The three of them sat down on the bench, and the glass covered with blue film was raining freely.Zhou Mei asked: "In this novel, did you write another tough guy?"

She called the atonement 'he' a tough guy, but Luo Ye didn't think so, 'he' was of course fragile, if 'he' wasn't fragile, all the suffering caused by atonement would be meaningless.As an author, what Luo Ye wants to express is not a tough guy fighting against the world, but the despair and hope of an ordinary person struggling in predicament and repentance.

He didn't like her description, it wasn't precise enough, it wasn't enough to make him happy.She will never be the best reader, and at this moment he couldn't help looking at He Yuan, who blinked slyly.

He took a long breath and said: "When I was writing novels, I was very envious of authors who wrote romance novels."

Zhou Mei held her chin and smiled sweetly: "Why does the teacher envy me?"

"I envy your novels very much. The ending is always doomed." Luo Ye shrugged: "Either you get married, or you die, or you marry someone else."

Zhou Mei's complexion is not very good-looking.

The editor also said this, but she never lost her mind, she was her worm with peace of mind, and never considered anything on the artistic level, which proves that today she is a peddler who sells illusions, and she will still be a peddler tomorrow. There will never be any room for added value.

He Yuan shook his head at Luo Ye, meaning that he felt that what he said was too much.

Luo Ye nodded to him, meaning it was never too much.

The two of them exchanged glances for a while, and the old editor pushed open the door, holding Luo Ye's manuscript in his hand: "If I knew your muse, I would definitely treat her to coffee."

"My muse is an extreme. You can either drink double strength black coffee, or just add sugar and no coffee."

The editor patted him on the shoulder when he was joking: "You are indeed favored by the Muse, I have seen it with my own eyes."

Then he flicked the manuscript in his hand, and said: "Perfect work."

Zhou Mei also complimented him: "You have always been a good writer."

"But... don't you think it's too cruel, in the end, the veterans set fire to the old building behind the nursing home in order to avenge their comrades," the editor wiped the corners of his eyes: "They are innocent."

"Because they are silent," Luo Ye said, "No one cares what they say, so there is no way to talk about their innocence."

"You are a cruel writer." The editor hugged him, "Writing with cold eyes and tears, you did it."

"Because I have a cruel muse, and I want to carry out his will."

He heard the sound of the rain gradually subside, and when he turned his head to look at He Yuan, he saw his figure gradually disappearing, and he was smiling, very sweet.

"See you soon, my muse."

One day when He Yuan was older

"Far away, I heard that your father is an engineer."

He looked up from the drawing and said, "Yes, he is."

"Isn't engineering very lucrative?"

He Yuan nodded, "It's quite profitable."

"Then..." The man wearing glasses looked around: "Why don't you do some profitable projects? How much money can you earn as an assistant?"

"When I read, or when I paint, I feel very peaceful, because I know that this is my own hands, in exchange for money, and I am worth the price."

The man flinched, and said again: "Then can your father find me a job, engineering."

He Yuan smiled, "He is in the hospital and won't be going to work in the near future."

He Yuan felt very happy seeing the man's gradually disappointed expression, or he was very happy recently. His father was admitted to the hospital, to be precise, in the ICU. His mother was crying hard, but he felt light all over.

He came together in an ambulance. On the way, he was pinching his father's pulse. His mind was chaotic, his reason was clamoring for him to die, and the weak side of his feelings (or the one connected by blood) ) but weeping.

At that time, he missed Wenji very much. Wenji did things cleanly and would never give him such a painful choice.They walked through the most difficult years together, and the creator of these difficult years will finally go with him.

He should feel happy, but his outstretched hand was trembling.

The first night he accompanied was a clear night. His father kept telling him that he was cold, and he intuitively knew that it was some kind of symptom of the disease, but when his father said that he needed sugar to raise his blood sugar, he nodded.They stayed awake until the day, but his father was still telling him that he was cold.He Yuan knows what pancreatitis is, other liver diseases, gallbladder diseases, part of the liver can be removed, gallbladder can be removed, but the pancreas cannot be removed.When the pancreas is taken out, the entire digestive system becomes useless, and the person is bound to die.

After the battle between heaven and man, He Yuan called the doctor, and he walked out calmly, but tears fell because he regretted it.

He wanted him dead, every cell in his body was clamoring for him to die.

The doctor came in and pushed the father into the ICU within 10 minutes.

They gave his father an esophagus and a breathing tube. Even though his mother was crying, he still believed that his father would not die.

Because of the scourge for thousands of years.

an interview

Moderator: "You have extremely high requirements for readers. Is there really your 'perfect reader'?"

"Yes, ma'am." At that time, Luo Ye was getting old, and gradually his eyes were not enough, but when he smiled, he was still as chic as a young man, and he said: "I just because of a perfect Reader, I just became an entry-level author. I am only familiar with writing. I haven’t published a new book for a long time. Do you know? I will still read Paradise Lost and the Bible, but my eyesight is getting worse and worse Maybe in the future I can only read the old books stored in my head. You know, Homer is blind, and Borges is also blind. Talking about blindness, he said 'it's like summer evening creeping in'. What a metaphor!"

"You have loved watching Paradise Lost since you were young."

"Except for the theological debate at the end, yeah, how could you not love Paradise Lost, how could you not love the rebellious angel? That was really brilliant."

The host looked very disappointed: "We once inferred that the muse has a relationship with your favorite book."

"Hahaha, the muse of Master Milton will definitely not be my muse," he joked: "Maybe there is an organization for the muse, they will appear next to a fixed person, urge, spur , to be the best reader."

He added: "But my muse is different from other people's muse—"

The host hurriedly picked up: "A muse who descended in a storm. As long as you are on the show, you always have to say that."

He scratched the tip of his nose, looking very embarrassed.Luo Ye was over sixty years old, but when he mentioned this mysterious muse, he still showed a kind of green and sincere emotion, "You must know, ma'am, I love my muse very much, and I want to do it when I can." Pledge him wherever you find it. What kind of king am I without my muse."