Red door

The salon has a unique status in the minds of literati, and in this case, it is not worthless. The owner of the salon and the cultural people with senior qualifications have a very high status, just like a small group in the student days. The senior is famous for his recommendation, and the senior enjoys the admiration and flattery of the junior like a tsar. It is simple to say, but there are many ways in it.

The owner of the salon may be a woman or a literati. If she is a woman and a writer at the same time, it is not good for some people.Participating in such a small group of social interactions will lead to alienation and coldness from others.

But with this time, Luo Ye is really willing to write a letter to Muse.

But he asked He Yuan: "Do you want to relax? The coffee in the salon is really great."

"But I like your coffee better." He Yuan turned over and smiled in a daze, "I like sour, your black coffee."

Luo Ye couldn't help smiling: "Sour clear coffee with six bags of sugar, are you drinking fruit juice?"

"I actually like drinking soda."

Luo Ye didn't believe his nonsense, "I will believe you when you say you like orange juice."

He smiled weakly, and said suddenly: "I'm scared."

"If you are not preparing for the next suicide, you have nothing to fear, no matter where you go, I will be by your side, and I will not let others hurt you."

He raised his head slightly, not letting the tears flow down, "I'm afraid that I'll disappear like this, disappearing from your life forever, I need you so much, you don't have to do anything for me, but - stand by my side Okay?"

Luo Ye pulled off his tie without thinking, stuffed his handbag into the closet, and lay down on the bed.The two of them lay side by side, without speaking or embracing, they just stared into each other's eyes, as if they had found their own harbor in the great loneliness.

He Yuan said: "I love you so much."

He Yuan couldn't find any good vocabulary to express his feelings, just like people can't speak long sentences when they are most anxious.He loves with all his strength, exhausting all the strength in his body, loving his lover, loving everything, like loving a phantom, loving an empty valley.

A female writer went to see an Indian dance, and she said that the elderly dancer moved his limbs as if he could give birth to eight arms as much as he wanted.When she showed her lover, she made the audience forget her age and ugliness, as if she had become a girl in ancient India. She said that her lover had strong arms, and said that he had a long sword at his waist, and that he was beautiful and affectionate. .

Through words, he was moved by this illusory love, just like his own love, the love in a dream.

Luo Ye began to say some fragmentary words to get him out of this trance, but he looked at Luo Ye's lips opening and closing, and he couldn't say anything to agree or deny. Luo Ye is beautiful, born to be too beautiful faces.

Those eyes are distracting, especially when they are full of tenderness, He Yuan thinks that he has lost his hearing in order to exhaust his eyesight.

He Yuan covered his eyes with his hands, and said, "Now, say what you want to say again."

Luo Ye blinked, and the eyelashes brushed gently against his palm, itching a bit.

He tried twice, but failed because of the joke, and he said, "I'll try again, and we'll change the subject if we laugh again."

"it is good."

"You ask me how to get along well with my classmates? I don't eat chocolate. When I go to school, I always carry it in my schoolbag. There are also wind essential oils, painkillers, band-aids, and my mother also asked me to bring needles, threads and candy. I don't like it either. Eat candy, but I always take it with me and share it with my classmates."

"Little grace and little favor."

"But whether it's friendship or anything else, it can't be quantified. Most of the friends I make are just for the feeling that I like to help them." Luo Ye took his hand away and said solemnly: "When I found out After gaining their friendship, I lost interest. Are you suddenly interested in making friends?"

"No," He Yuan moved his shoulders uncomfortably: "I... I didn't talk to anyone for a semester, and then, then my teacher found my dad. Then, you know, he found a good reason to ruthlessly hit me hard."

"Does he do this often?"

He Yuan fell silent.

Luo Ye was not sure what he meant, but he thought it was most likely yes.He suddenly felt a great sense of powerlessness. Facing the powerlessness of time, how would he stop the atrocities that happened decades later?He can't do anything, how can he accurately rush into Heyuan's house decades later, and send the domestic violence thugs to the detention center?

He asked He Yuan: "Do you know where the mirror is?"

He Yuan shook his head blankly, "I don't know what mirror you are talking about that makes me dream."

"This is not a dream, this is my life."

He Yuan smiled foolishly: "For me and Wen Ji, it is Chun/Meng Wuhen."

Without warning, he stood up, took the diary and pen and handed them to He Yuan, and encouraged him: "Leave a mark, your mark, I will try my best to make every book you see printed with This mark."

He Yuan drew a sign with satisfaction and said, "I have liked this sign since I was a child."

"A pentagram?"

"But it's crooked," he argued: "I'd only draw a pentagram at that angle."

Luo Ye closed the diary and said, "Okay, sir, from now on I will draw a ridiculously silly five-pointed star as you wish."

They talked very little that night, covered a quilt, and fell asleep listening to the sound of rain.Before falling asleep, Luo Ye was still thinking, how can I save my lover?It's impossible to go on like this, his father must destroy him.

A year later, the hugely successful "Beauty" movie celebratory dinner

It was difficult for Luo Ye to integrate into this kind of victory celebration, but he hid his discomfort very well. Others looked like he was just a taciturn but extremely focused ordinary person.He has no power, and most people don't care about him, they just circle around producers and investors.

Being left out is the best treatment for him.

Zheng Zhen mentioned his name when toasting everyone, and everyone present was too lazy to look for his world-weary face in the crowd.

He asked Zheng Zhen for something.

He waited alone until everything was over, and he said to Zheng Zhen: "Ma'am, I may need your help."

"Of course, whether it's money, or—"

He explained: "What I need is not money, but your influence. I want to start a charity organization."

Zheng Zhen showed a meaningful smile, "Of course I will come to this kind of money-making business."

"I want to start one, an anti-domestic violence organization, or whatever it's called, and—"

The smile on her face disappeared, replaced by a kind of meanness, "Sir, I really want to help you."

Luo Ye also stopped, and a lengthy silence spread between the two of them. Of course he knew the continuation of this kind of words, and he asked: "Do you really not think about it? I have money, but the reputation is all yours."

"I have difficulties," Zheng Zhen looked at him sadly, her acting skills are worthy of the title of actress, "I really want to help you, but if I help you, I will be ruined, and the media will chase after you." Then I asked if my husband had abused me domestically, and our marriage was over."

Her husband was the son of a wealthy merchant and was said to be very prestigious.

Luo Ye smiled sincerely. He seldom felt such pure happiness when He Yuan was away. He said, "Of course, ma'am, our friendship will last forever. I didn't consider your situation."

The two said some polite words, but they both knew that Jianghu would probably disappear in the future.

Long after Zheng Zhen left, he was still standing by the window. He didn't smoke and didn't like to drink. He sandwiched the cigarettes that others gave him and played around.

A razor-sharp lady came up to him: "Has a great writer hit a wall?"

He turned his head and recognized that this lady was an investor surrounded by crowds. She lost her husband and was running the company alone. He stopped while turning his cigarette: "It's not like hitting a wall, it's just that we didn't make a deal."

"I really want to hear what you said."

Luo Ye felt that he had heard it wrong, "Can you say it again?"

"I heard you say a charity against domestic violence?"

"Yes," he couldn't help but look carefully at the lady, who was also a mystery.

But the investor put out his cigarette with a smile: "Come on, don't look at me with that expression. My family was harmonious before my husband died. At that time, someone said that I looked prosperous. He broke the window of my house and threw the gift money in. Take me away from my parents."

When she talks about her love, she is very similar to He Yuan, with her eyes slightly squinted, and her eyes are as gentle as describing a dream.

"I just want to change the stereotype of being rich and unkind," she said.

When He Yuan was young. 9 years old

He Yuan said to his companion: "This is my mark. The stars I drew are only tilted to one side."

The companion laughed loudly: "This is not your first creation at all.",

He became even angrier, "Wen Ji, tell them, is it my first creation?"

"Who is Wenji?" The companions around him were all at a loss. The primary school students looked at each other, and suddenly a child said, "Do you think He Yuan has yin and yang eyes?"

The low-level thriller novels are very popular among the students. They asked curiously: "Wenji? Is he a ghost? What does he look like? I heard that people who die keep their appearance before death."

"Wenji is older than me, he looks tall, and he can beat me and my father." He Yuan thought for a while, "But he is very good, he will play with me, we will do homework together, he always chatter."

A weak child asked: "Is suicide very painful? Do you have to continue to suffer after death?"

"Old death is also painful," He Yuan said: "The body will not be good when you are old, and it is difficult to move every joint."

"Can you see it? He Yuan?" The children circled around him, chirping and asking him if he had seen any elves and ghosts. He had never received such attention before, and suddenly became nana.