Red door

He Yuan kicked his father's box: "What is that?"

"It's a writer's dream with my father dead."

He immediately wiped off all the gray stains on it, muttering: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Luo Ye called his name, and he turned around, revealing a hideous strangle mark on his neck, Luo Ye asked, "What did you do again?"

He pursed his lips and made a face.

Luo Ye said firmly: "Tell me what happened?"

He sat on the bed with a guilty conscience, and said in a happy tone: "That's it, I don't really want to live, and then I plan to strangle myself to death with scotch tape, but Wen Ji thinks it's not worth it ?”

"It's not worth committing suicide." Luo Ye was very distressed, and he said, "You wait for me here, I'll go downstairs to get ice, and see if it will help."

He Yuan lowered his head, but tears fell down. He took a deep breath, raised his head slightly, and wanted to let the tears stay in his eyes. He said: "I was very reluctant before committing suicide, I was very reluctant to bear my mother, I I went to say goodbye to her, but she seemed to have heard something funny, and my pain greatly entertained her."

Luo Ye almost felt a pain similar to a blunt knife cutting through his heart.

He Yuan straightened his face: "Don't make that expression, as if you were dying for me. I didn't die after all. What's so painful about it?"

Then he continued: "Wen Ji cut the tape, and my mother couldn't stand seeing the strangle marks during dinner. She insisted that I see a psychiatrist."

"You really should see a psychiatrist."

He Yuan pushed him away roughly, paced angrily in the room, and walked around the Limu desk twice before he stopped: "You don't know what that psychiatrist is."

Luo Ye would use a smirk: "Then do you know him? How do you know him? It's very impolite to call others things."

He Yuan got into Luo Ye's chair angrily, then he let his shoulders relax, raised his foot and kept shaking, and pointed at Luo Ye with a pen in his hand.The writer felt that his gesture could not have been more impolite.

He said: "This doctor is a low-class thing, he is like me now."

"How about his medical skills?"

"It's almost dead." He Yuan put down the pen in his hand, and his long legs began to move like a teenager again, "He is writing a novel, but obviously he is not a creative person, but in order to satisfy his vanity Heart, he thought of a wonderful idea, he hit the idea on the patient, elevating himself, implying that he is the patient's God."

"He would give away the patient's privacy."

"Isn't it?" He Yuan rolled his eyes: "And he has had sex with at least two patients, at least one of them is a minor, and it's in his office. I don't want to sleep with this kind of fat pig head bed."

"It's alright, Holmes," Luo Ye quickly signaled him to stop, he already felt physically uncomfortable, "Where did you get this gossip again?"

"You have to rely on your five senses and observe the details." He Yuan thought for a while, raised his eyebrows and said triumphantly, "But I can't tell you all the evidence, that would make me look like a clown."

"You will never look like a clown to me."

He Yuan felt very happy when he heard it, but he still deliberately hummed a few times, and ended the topic with a condescending attitude.

"Want to read my book? The one about peerless beauties."

He tilted his head: "I thought you would write for a long time."

"Yes, it will take a long time to write, but when it is serialized in a magazine, you must pay attention to the length of each writing," Luo Ye handed him the draft, and he began to read the first draft.He Yuan thought for a while, and then laughed to himself.

Luo Ye asked: "What's so funny about you?"

"Hemingway said first drafts were shit."

Luo Ye shook his head: "You are scary today."

He Yuan had only read a page, and Luo Ye was scared out of his wits by the aunt's knock on the door. The aunt said politely outside the door: "Mr. Xiao, Miss Zheng Zhen is calling, and you must answer it."

The name Zheng Zhen was so common that Luo Ye couldn't match the ones in his memory, and he didn't know the reason for calling him. He asked, "Which Zheng Zhen is it?"

The aunt said: "It's Zheng Zhen who made the movie."

He Yuan also raised his eyes from the manuscript paper, and said without emotion, "Wow."

Zheng Zhen is of course a famous actress, she is 36 years old, but in the highly competitive showbiz, an actress at 35 is almost dead.Now she is obviously in an awkward position. She started making movies at 23, she played 23 at 23, and she also played 33 at 23. Now there are no more 23 roles for her to play.

On the screen, she has a beautiful temperament, her oriental eyes are charming and charming, so she was once the number one person sought after by magazines.

After Luo Ye told He Yuan not to wander around, he went to answer the phone, and he said politely, "Hi, Miss Zheng Zhen, I'm Luo Ye."

His serious voice somehow made her laugh, and after a long laugh she said, "Would you like to come out? My car is parked outside your house."

"I think now might not be the right opportunity."

Her faux pas can be said to be inexcusable.

"You can take me to the cafe next to the salon."

Luo Ye felt that this sentence was very familiar.

"Go and see those old men who know nothing but grudges wielding their pens like scepters."

Isn't this the line from "Beauty" serialized in his new magazine?

"You'll have to wait for me in about 10 minutes."

She said sincerely, "I really appreciate you very much."

He ran upstairs like a whirlwind, put on a decent coat, "He Yuan, do you want to have some coffee together?"

"I can't drink black coffee, it must have a lot of sugar."

Luo Ye locked the cat in the cage, "Reckless."

The cat grabbed the ladder in the middle in retaliation, shaking the whole cage loudly.

He Yuan shook his head and said, "How do you say that? You must have seen her on the screen, seen her twisting in the arms of her lover countless times, seen her die miserably seven or eight times, and Five or six times I saw her running after her lover's train..."

He locked the cage and asked concisely, "Shall we go together?"

He Yuan rolled his eyes: "Don't you think I won't go?"

She still has a good looks, but obviously her irregular life has seriously damaged her health. Under the spotlight, her skin is loose, and wrinkles have appeared at the corners of her mouth.But she is still beautiful, and even more beautiful, and even has a fragile beauty because of this haggardness.

He Yuan looked at Luo Ye, tearing up the sugar bag without stopping, and said with a smile, "Thank you for inviting me to drink coffee."

"I need this role very much." She said straight to the point: "I hope you can introduce me."

Luo Ye was in a dilemma: "I'm just a small character."

"It's no longer the case since the publication of "Our Silence." Zheng Zhen said: "According to my reliable information, there are already well-known directors who are planning to put "Beauty" on the big screen."

Since she could say such a thing, the famous director must have already won.

"I wish I could think about it for a while," he said.

After returning home, before the rain could be heard, He Yuan stood quietly by the window, splashing a few drops of rainwater on his white shirt.

Luo Ye asked: "You said before that I would not become a well-known writer, did you?"

"Did I say that?" He turned his head and returned a mischievous smile, "How did I remember that I said you would be very famous?"

Luo Ye immediately surrendered, raising his hands above his head: "Yes, yes, you said it, but I don't remember."

"Did I really give Zheng Zhen the role of "Beauty" in the future?"

He Yuan pretended not to hear, and whistled happily.

Looking at the heavy rain, Luo Ye couldn't help but recall the 25-year-old He Yuanlai, "Will you grow up?"

"I thought what you wanted to ask was, will you disappear?" He turned around, every inch of his skin was young, and the suffering of life had not left traces in his eyes.

"I dare not ask that question."

"There is no permanent banquet in the world." He sat next to Luo Ye and smiled sweetly: "But it's not yet, I'm by your side right now."

It was raining heavily, and the cat kept scratching the felt board in the cage, but Luo Ye felt the long-lost peace in the hustle and bustle. He said: "If you can feel whether you are going to disappear, I beg you, at least tell me .”

"It's annoying, it's annoying," He Yuan waved his hand, and said, "Wen Ji thinks you're annoying."

About "Beauty"

"I hope that no naive readers will ask me if the writer in "Beauty" is me," Luo Ye joked: "My muse will be angry if he hears this."

The reporters also smiled kindly.

"In "Beauty", you set the heroine as the most beautiful woman in the world. What made you choose the 36-year-old Miss Zheng Zhen?"

Luo Ye thought for a while, then smiled and said: "Age is not a problem. There is also an ordinary vixen described in Liaozhai. I think beauty is a kind of temperament and has connotations. It is also like flamenco, a 23-year-old woman Can't show the joy in the sadness."

He also said: "She has a pair of very oriental eyes, subtle and beautiful, very much like my muse."

One viewing - private cinema

"Don't you really want to watch the movie adapted from Luo Ye's work?" My sister persuaded her earnestly, "I really like "Beauty" very much."

"But now I want to watch a sci-fi movie, the newer the better."

"why?"

"Because I saw the first draft of "Beauty"."

My sister had a happy smile on her face: "First draft? Where did you read the first draft?"

"Why can't I see it?"

"Mr. Luo Ye once quoted a sentence from Hemingway." My sister said mysteriously: "The first draft is shit, and the editor doesn't even show it."

He Yuan was dumbfounded, it took him a long time to laugh and said, "Maybe."