Red door

He Yuan slept for a long time without any dreams. What woke him up was Wen Ji's muttering. He didn't know what book he read, so he deeply hated a certain protagonist. The protagonist said, "It's going to rain."

He cursed, "Lightning strikes you son of a bitch."

He Yuan seemed to be far away, but the sound of rain was very close. He woke up suddenly. The layout of the room was completely different. New decoration was done, and dark green wallpaper was pasted on. The cat cage was removed, and a cat climbing frame imitating the woods was replaced.

Luo Ye took off his glasses and asked, "What are you doing standing in the mirror? Come out soon."

He has also changed a lot, he looks older, his glasses have turned into alloy frames, which fit his extremely world-weary face.Although Luo Ye frowned, He Yuan thought it was quite interesting. He said, "Did I just do the decoration when I was away for a few days?"

"How many days?" Luo Ye repeated, "How many days do you call this?"

He Yuan put away his hippie smile, and asked tentatively, "One year?"

"Three years," Luo Ye turned his head and pursed his lips tightly. He became quite majestic, and he didn't know how he cultivated his good manners while writing novels at home all day long.

He Yuan lamented the impermanence of time, but said cheerfully, he joked: "It hasn't rained for three years, I'm afraid it's you who wronged Dou E."

Luo Ye didn't bother joking with him: "There hasn't been a thunderstorm for three years!"

He muttered, "Isn't that quite uncommon?"

Ask again: "How old are you this year?"

"27"

He Yuan realized immediately, he knew why Luo Ye put on such a bad face, 27 years old was an interesting year for Luo Ye, his way of thinking changed a lot this year, for a writer, he is really Young, but at the same time a more famous 'genius' was born.

Although this 'genius' was later confirmed to be a 'translator', he translated a lot of neon novels and comics and put his name on them, but the parts that belong to him are all mediocre, ranging from boring to vulgar.

Luo Ye's evaluation of her was very harsh. He even wrote this comment into his biography. Immediately, someone knelt at the corner of her skirt to inhale the stench of her corpse."

But from He Yuan's point of view, it can only prove that this intelligent lady chose to use shortcuts to gain her own fame. What she chose was not literature at all. She served her own readers, which violated the original intention of literature. .

She is certainly not a "writer" in the traditional sense.She is just a spinning machine that weaves dreams, or a vending machine that makes dreams come true. She gives every lady who reads her book a chance to be loved and decent.

He Yuan believes that the existence of such people is meaningful.Like a placebo.

But the 'translator' is not very good.

Luo Ye didn’t think so. During this period, his thoughts were radical, and the brains of young people just caught up with a huge change. Continuous learning and reading made him far away from a popular word in the future—“midlife crisis” ".

He's 27 and won't be a young man anytime soon.

He Yuan is still young, and soon he will become a young person, Luo Ye sometimes wonders if he just asks a few wrong questions, and he will become a defenseless child?

If there is such a day, he will take this little baby who can't speak to go out, and everyone will say that this is his illegitimate child.

My road to love is really difficult, both of them thought so, and they once again reached a consensus of true love.

He Yuan comforted him: "You are famous, what the newspapers say is bullshit."

"They're right. It's true that I'm at the end of my talents. Of course I should focus on other things, literature." He scratched his hair in distress: "I wasted a whole year, I lost my mind and went crazy... I forgot to edit If so, I was writing for the same kind of people. I shouldn't do vulgar things. The vulgar market will call for the moths they need, but I shouldn't be a moth. I forget myself only when I lose my mind. Task."

"I'm just a reader, and I don't understand the author in essence." He Yuan found another chair from his room with ease, which made him very satisfied, even if the decoration changed, the cat cage was replaced, and the addition of a chair was added. Luo Ye never forgot himself as a good reader.

He casually flipped through Luo Ye's desk, and found a copy of "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" that was covered with notes. He said, "That's great, it's simply a guidebook for life."

Luo Ye said, "I'm considering reading other philosophers' guide books."

"Then why did you choose this Gospel in the end?"

"Thus Spoke Zarathustra" is known as the "Fifth Gospel".

"I also went to see Kant, the King of Philosophy." Luo Ye pursed his lips and shook his head, "I flipped through this book very quickly, and I knew every word on it and more than half of the German in the notes, but I just couldn't understand it. The meaning of every word of the king.

There is no way, I can only read the book of the only philosopher I can understand. "

He Yuan pulled out a smirk: "I've only seen other people's quotes from him in the selected essays. I think his writing is good."

He can't understand.

Luo Ye was stunned. His lover was constantly receding in age, his wisdom, his sensuality, and his speculative mind would all continue to degenerate.In a trance, he even thought that he would take care of an Alzheimer patient in the future.

If there is such a day, what will he do?Read him a bedtime story or sing a nursery rhyme?He almost laughed at his own imagination,

He tore a piece of paper and gave it to He Yuan, "Write some fairy tales and stories you like. When you become a child, I must choose a good story to please you and let you sleep peacefully like a good baby."

He Yuan was silent for a while, and argued: "When I was young, I was not noisy, and I never did anything annoying. That's what my mother said."

Speaking of He Yuan's mother, Luo Ye always felt sick to her stomach. The first reaction of a normal person when seeing someone being beaten is to stop the perpetrator, let alone her own child. How could she be so indifferent?

He Yuan defends his mother in words, he mocks everything, but he still loves his mother.

Love blinded him.

"Did I tell you that my mother made you uncomfortable?" He Yuan shook his calf and put on a pair of dazzling white canvas shoes.

Luo Ye knew that he was not good at criticizing anything, so he just asked: "Will you love me? Love me forever."

"As long as I remember you," He Yuan rubbed the back of his neck, looking very embarrassed, he still remembered how he completely forgot Luo Ye.But he knew it was not his fault. How could he have 16-year-old memories in his 25-year-old mind?

Luo Ye smiled instead: "I hope you answer me, whenever you look at me, you will fall in love with me again."

"You're so arrogant, what if you become a bad old man? I'm a good-looking dog." He Yuan blinked playfully, "You're ten years older than me now."

He was startled, and immediately changed the subject, "Let's go to the salon."

"Every time I come to see you, you are either preparing to go to the salon, or on the way to the salon. Are you going to write and read there?"

Luo Ye smiled: "The most worthwhile thing I did last year was to make this salon less annoying."

"Where do you have the ability to do such a thing?"

"During your absence, I discovered a very interesting thing." Luo Ye put the hanging ear coffee into the cup, and motioned him to look at a cramped man in the salon, "He owes usury, but the manuscript fee is too little .”

"How did you see that?" He Yuan looked at that person curiously.

Luo Ye frowned, "I learned the skills from you."

"That must be Wen Ji's ability."

He shook his head resolutely: "No, it must be yours, you appeared in front of me, and then..."

His hands were trembling, and he quickly gave up the topic, begging: "I beg you, please pretend that I didn't ask this question? Don't think about it! I didn't ask any."

He Yuan said awkwardly: "But this skill is quite cool, can you teach me?"

"Of course," Luo Ye wiped away the tears on his face, "but don't think about it anymore, okay?"

He Yuan nodded happily.

The rain did not stop at night, and Luo Ye lay on the bed unable to sleep anyway, so he went to hook Heyuan's little finger.For the first time in his life, he wished to die like this in the heavy rain, in front of He Yuan, and it would be best to be struck by lightning.

Only in this way can we save watching our lover gradually become immature, which is nothing more than the most painful torture in the world.He must have committed a sin to be rewarded in this life.

The birth of Wenji

He Yuan was beaten up by his father, but he still didn't dare to cry loudly, with tears and snot running down his nose, he went to the bathroom to wipe with a tissue.But his father scolded: "Do you deserve to use tissues? You fucking know how to cry, why did I give birth to you, you son of a bitch."

He didn't dare to pull the tissue, so he turned on the faucet and when his cold hands touched his warm lips, he suddenly heard someone say, "I protect you."

He Yuan was very surprised. He looked up at the mirror, and the red-eyed boy in the mirror smiled. It was his own face, but at that moment he realized that it didn't belong to him.

"How do you protect me?"

"we will be together forever."

For the first time, someone said forever to him. The word was extremely warm, and the stretched emotions immediately soothed his hurt body. He said: "We will be together forever."

His hands were imprinted on the colder mirror, and he accepted the explanation as if he believed in the unknown magic of the mirror.

He heard of it.

One should know that our joy, our joy, our laughter, our sorrow, our pain, our tears come from the brain, and only from the brain... All these things we suffer from come from the brain... Madness is due to the humidity of the brain.

— Hippocrates