Red door

He Yuan's 40-year-old high school reunion

He was dressed in a clean and simple manner, but he seemed a little struggling amidst the bragging of the crowd.He Yuan was wearing Uniqlo, his jeans had been washed white and his shoes were half worn.But he is still radiant. Some classmates laughed and teased him: "Is there something good?"

He also smiled and said, "Yes."

These students who have gray hair and fat can't figure out why he is so young. He looks well-proportioned and seems to be in his twenties, with almost no wrinkles on his face. A special kind of happiness supports his spiritual motivation.

He Yuan is different, he was like that in high school, but now he looks too young among all the fat men.He is also born with good looks, he wrongly blamed the years when he said that the years are ruthless.

"Let's listen to something good!" A classmate persuaded him to drink, but he refused. He Yuan smiled and said, "If you drink alcohol and tobacco, you'll be full of five poisons. How can I say I have to keep a little conscience."

The words were serious, but when he laughed, the lines at the corners of his eyes could not be concealed, which finally made the students in the meeting feel much more comfortable.

"What project are you doing recently?" A classmate wearing Burberry kept turning the expensive gold watch on his wrist, "Brother just lost money, 200 million, hey, you are not nice, would you like to come project?"

"No," He Yuan shook his head, he remembers everyone's face, and he also remembers the harm everyone caused him, so what is it that makes these people hurt others and still remain calm when nothing happens? Woolen cloth?They had left him riddled with holes, but then what?Just laugh it off?Did they think it was singing?

He Yuan said: "It's nothing good. My father was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. I couldn't do it alone, so I sold the house."

They said "poor and pitiful." There was a flash of gloating in their eyes, very concealed.He Yuan suddenly felt that they were all very pitiful. After more than 20 years, each of them was still the decayed and disgusting soul of the past. Soon, their bodies would also decay. Know, especially the follies and flukes that come with ignorance.

But it's good in a sense, at least they don't feel the shame of ignorance.

"Actually, I am happy." He swallowed this sentence, and changed into a pitiful one: "Life is very difficult, and I can't go on."

The classmates sat down to comfort him and said, "If you have anything to ask, brother." Then they all lowered their heads and blocked him.

He Yuan thought it was quite amusing.

After returning home, his father walked around the rented room. Seeing him coming back, he asked, "What about the classmates? Does anyone want to help you?"

With a big smile, he said, "They blocked me."

"The last time I saw your lawyer?" My father was very sick, the medicine was very expensive, and he needed more and more morphine for pancreatic cancer. He was terribly thin, but he could still move like a walking skeleton: "Don't Blame dad for being troublesome. Dad was sorry for you before. I pleaded guilty, isn’t it? Retribution is coming! But you still have to live, I can’t let you go, what do you rely on after the house is sold? Why are you in the city? Standing here? What can you do, my child."

He Yuan looked at him intently, like looking at some novel animal, and said, "The lawyer hired the wrong person last time."

The only spark in his father's eyes was also extinguished, but He Yuan added fire, he said: "I sold the house, you can go to the hospital tomorrow, and you can live for a long time, seeing how I live Very downcast."

"child……"

"If you want to say that I am a filial child, I have always been a good child in other people's families." There was an innocent light in his eyes that did not match his age.

His father put it down to the fact that his last lawyer's visit and his hard life had made him unhinged.

He Yuan said: "I'm really fine, I feel like... I'm back at the age of 16, nothing started, nothing ended, as if there is still a connection between us."

His father thought he was talking about Wen Ji, and felt even more guilty: "Son, Wen Ji doesn't exist."

"That's because you think he doesn't exist," He Yuan stared at him, and said every word: "No Wenji, now I'm a corpse in your hands."

Wiping his tears, his father said: "My illness is not cured, let's go to the overpass, you push me down, let me die."

"You shouldn't die in my hands." He Yuan looked at him, very puzzled: "You belong to your destiny, you don't belong to me."

When you fulfill your destiny, there will be nothing between us.He Yuan felt very relaxed, but [-]% of his father would not believe him when he said it.So he decided to check on his mother, who lived in the only bedroom in the rented house and was suffering from Alzheimer's disease, a constant loss of short-term memory and the ability to describe herself.

"What is this?" He took out a pen in front of his mother, and his old mother turned to him, looking at the object in his hand with her dull eyes, "It's a pencil."

He sighed and asked his mother, "Who am I?"

"It's the Abbey of Mont Saint-Michel."

His mother had been there on her honeymoon, and although she didn't talk about it often, she always thought about it, and she had forgotten a lot of things, but she still remembered them.

He put his mother's hand on his face: "I am your son, and my name is He Yuan."

The mother's cloudy eyes shone like glass beads in the sun, and her old face no longer showed the proud demeanor of her youth. He Yuan looked at her, his heart filled with unspeakable sadness, but he was unprepared. , she raised her arm and slapped him hard.

He stopped, rubbed his cheeks, and asked, "Do you want to get your nails done? Not the 19 yuan one, but the most expensive and best-looking one."

Her mother cheered up: "Okay, nails, we went to Munich, me and I went to Sydney, boarded the train...drank beer."

They went to the nail salon together, and his mother asked again, "Where is this?"

"manicure store."

"19 yuan eight?"

The manicure lady's smile collapsed, so he apologized and said, "My mother is dementia, I'll pay double the price, please wait a moment... Oh, Miss Xie, you're here, can you help my mother make her nails and do another manicure?" Pedicure?"

Ms. Xie was trimming a lady's eyebrows. Hearing what He Yuan said, she turned her head and nodded happily. The swift girl is very simple, and she would not accept double the amount even if she knew He Yuan's mother's situation. money.

He Yuan is Miss Xie's frequent visitor, and they know each other.

As soon as his mother sat down, his cell phone started to vibrate. He had no choice but to support his mother's shoulder with one hand, and took out his cell phone with the other.

He sighed insignificantly, and hung up the phone.

After wasting all their efforts, Ms. Xie and He Yuan coaxed their mother to get her nails done and her feet cleaned. His mother said: "My child does his homework, does morning exercises and goes to the school bus."

"Get on the school bus and do morning exercises."

His mother stopped for a while, muttering non-stop, but when she was young, she had very little reason and talent, and Alzheimer severely destroyed all her expressive abilities, He Yuan felt that his mother It's very pitiful, even though he is suffering from his mother's anger and ignorance, but he really can't yearn for his mother's love more.

Not afraid of being laughed at by others, even if asked him now, he still said that he once longed for maternal love to surpass everything.

"We're going home."

Mother asked, "Who? You?"

"Stranger." He Yuan joked, "Stranger will take you home."

His mother smiled sincerely: "Good boy, thank you."

He Yuan raised his head and blinked, because he felt his eyes were sore.

After all, his father was admitted to the hospital and received very good treatment, but the pancreatic cancer was so weak that the doctor persuaded him to give up treatment more than once.

The doctor said: "You keep him alive, yes, modern medicine can do it, but what about the quality of life, what about your life?"

"That's how my parents affected my past life, and I needed closure."

The doctor hinted at him: "Yes, now is the time."

He showed a meaningful smile: "Of course it's not the time, he should be alive."

The doctor shook his head: "The hospital will respect your opinion. After being admitted to the ICU, he will need a lot of money, and he cannot come out until his vital signs are unstable. And you have to be prepared, that is, he will not be able to come out for a long time."

His father took his hand and said, "Son, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let me die...no, don't let me die."

"You won't die," He Yuan comforted him, "I can earn [-] a month, and I can sell the house."

"Let me die!" It's hard to describe the look of a person who was pulled back from Hades, his father probably had this look.

"No! You have to live."

The effect of morphine on his father was already limited. After he said a few words unilaterally, the doctors and nurses transferred his father to the ICU, where family members of patients were not allowed to enter.

Thinking that his father was about to die, He Yuan felt bored. The person who had caused him indelible harm was finally leaving, but he was not happy. It felt like taking a deep breath, and then slowly exhaling all the stale air in his lungs.It's kind of boring, but something he has to do.

Sometimes he felt that he was heartless, but after Wen Ji and Luo Ye left him one after another, sometimes he seemed to come back to life, and sometimes he seemed to fall into a deep sleep, wandering on the edge of dreaming.

A part of Luo Ye's soul seemed to live attached to his body, but all he knew was that he had indeed left himself again.

This made him very distressed. After his father entered the ICU, he called his lawyer back: "Yes, I am Hou Heyuan. I am very interested in inheriting and operating a charity organization against domestic violence."

This futile thing seems like Luo Ye is still alive.