Red door

The breeze at the intersection of spring and summer made him very comfortable.The calm lake is glowing with golden waves.Luo Ye was rarely freed from the heavy training, fell asleep on the grass and fell unconscious.

His beauty is undeniable, tall and straight, thin waist and broad shoulders, thin and transparent skin, blue blood vessels can be seen when he lowers his eyelids, but his face is world-weary, and his eyes are eccentric and beautiful , those lips are thin and sharp, if it weren't for his habitual smile, he might be considered too mean. A classmate once joked, "Luo Ye has a face that doesn't want to live anymore. .”

He has no plans for the future, and almost everyone said he should be an actor, but after seeing He Yuan, he felt that it was time to start a new life, and his eyes would be far away from the inherent trajectory of fate, So as not to meet the person in the mirror again.

He slept for more than ten minutes without dreaming. When he heard the footsteps of others, he opened his eyes in a daze. He saw a green military uniform. Before he closed his eyes and continued to rest, he heard the person beside him say: "A movie that I really like came out the year I was born, called The Devil's Advocate."

It was He Yuan's voice.

It was so unexpected, because Luo Ye didn't hear He Yuan's voice for a long time, Luo Ye even felt dazed, he opened his eyes, blinked slowly, "Hey, you're here?"

He Yuan turned his head, almost in high spirits, without the slightest morbidity or viscous emotions, but full of vigor and vitality. It is an exaggeration to say that he looks more than ten years younger than the last time we met, aloof, Like being able to withstand all storms and raging waves.

Luo Ye had nothing to do, and said casually, "What did that movie say?"

"A lawyer hid evidence to defend a teacher who sexually abused students. He succeeded, and then gradually degenerated under the lure of the devil. Finally, he woke up and committed suicide, messing up the devil's plan." He Yuan said meaningfully: "Then He came back to life the same day he defended a teacher who sexually abused his students."

"He chose not to defend the rapist, but the devil still appeared." Luo Ye smiled lazily: "Am I right? Little devil?"

"The devil loves you." The fanatical, morbid love returned to his eyes: "The devil is the most faithful believer of God. Without crime, there is no virtue. Without the devil, there is no god."

Luo Ye pondered for a long time, then laughed and scolded: "Little lunatic."

The clouds are churning, just like the night they first met, pale lightning illuminated half of the sky, the mighty power of nature has undoubtedly opened up the ignorant and unknown beliefs of human beings - such as the two holding lightning, Zeus and Yasuo Wei, as well as Indra and all the thunder and lightning mothers.And under the cloudy clouds, He Yuan's eyes illuminated by the lightning flashed a faint smile, like returning to the joy of eternal ignorance as a part of nature.

He thought: "His quietness is an illusion. This is a young man who is like a raging wave and a violent wind."

"I can't lie to you, I'm in love with you," He Yuan repeated stubbornly: "I love you, even if it's for sex, it's not superficial. Before you knew it, you had already spent time with me For ages and ages, I wish I could have met you, but it's clear that's never going to happen."

Luo Ye touched his sore neck: "You've already seen me, if that's all you want, you should be satisfied."

"The day I was born is the day you die. Time can be stretched and folded, but you can't go backwards." He Yuan looked at him ecstatically, shrugging his shoulders pretending to be indifferent, "What you saw was not me, but It is a phantom, the 'mirror' casts the shadow of this time and space, the 'mirror' cannot think, so the shadow it refracts is only the past and no future, when its experience cannot simulate me at this age, the age of the shadow will recede. You will appear in my mind and become part of my memory, but I will never realize that I have actually seen you, touched the real you."

Luo Ye grabbed his palm, it wasn't a shadow, but it was cold from the fingertips to the palm, "It seems that I will become very famous in the future."

"It's not as famous as you think," He Yuan ruthlessly exposed him, "The fame is limited, not to the extent that everyone knows it."

"Can you say something to make me happy?"

He Yuan lowered his head and smiled: "The joy of living is always limited."

The instructor blew his whistle three times, and it started to rain lightly. The clouds were thick, and it didn't look like it would stop anytime soon.Luo Ye habitually ran back to the team, and when he was aligned to the right in the queue, he glanced at He Yuan's position, where there was only a lake stirred by the rain.

Ginger water has been prepared in the cafeteria. There is very little ginger, but a lot of sugar is added, like a slightly spicy drink.He has to take the prepared meals by himself. He has no appetite, but he knows that if he doesn't eat anything, he will definitely not be able to survive the afternoon training.

There is a girl in the new class who likes him, or in other words, among all the girls who like him, there is a very bold girl, and the girls who form gangs with her dare not compete with her, they can only fantasize about the impossible story of him falling in love with herself .In this atmosphere, it seemed that the whole class had acquiesced that he belonged to this courageous girl.

He does not admire young people's conformity, nor does he have the desire to join their games.

He picked a table with a lot of boys and sat down, but when the girl sat across from him, the other boys left in a hurry with a smile on their faces, leaving only him to meet the girl's eyes.

Girls love him a lot, for his good face, the slightly raised eyes, his quiet and reticent demeanor, and his calm and polite rhyme in every move.

To be honest, the use of love here is actually too deep, but it is not liking, liking is too superficial, like liking kittens, puppies or cubs of higher mammals, and admiration is too deep, and the language is always expressed in terms of degree. It's not precise enough, but it can't be said to be 60.00% love, it's not like what people say.

He ate in silence, the girl looked at him blatantly and smiled foolishly, Luo Ye compared the similarities and differences between this girl and the young man who came out of the mirror following the lightning and heavy rain.He had no aversion to same-sex affection, but no one should trust a stranger's expression of affection.But if you asked him to ask himself, he would say, in fact, when I saw his eyes like raging waves and storms, I was indeed attracted, but it didn't come from the person himself, but from the unknown and mysterious. Attraction from that person's inhuman qualities.

He moved his fingers slightly, and recalled his dismal dream of being a writer. His mother was not at home often, and the aunt he invited only liked to tidy up the study room. One day when Luo Ye came home, he happened to see his aunt using a ruler to measure the The drafts in his notebook were all torn out, and he was so angry that his fingertips were trembling.

He wanted to reprimand her, but he could barely form words because of his extreme anger. Seeing him coming in, the aunt raised her head and smiled and said: "If you tear these up, you don't need to buy a new book, and the ones you tear up can be taken to the toll booth, and the cardboard box sell together."

He also firmly said: "If you have a big family and a big business, you must be frugal."

He felt as if he had been slapped, even though he knew he had done nothing wrong, he was so ashamed that he wanted to run away.

Just like everyone has a desire/desire to express, this desire/desire is private when it is formed, and a writer will spend months and years to perfect it, so that the work only expresses the will, not expresses the desire /Wish is spread out in front of everyone, showing immature desire/desire. For a writer, this is tantamount to running naked/naked/naked in the crowd.

Later, whenever Luo Ye picked up the pen, he always thought of that aunt's smile, and he was so disgusted that he couldn't write any more.

His muse was gone with it, never to return.

The dinner plate was made of iron, and it knocked loudly on the table. He Yuan had an inexplicable smile on his face, but he was obviously in a bad mood now, and smiled very perfunctorily. He said, "What a coincidence, there is a place in around you."

A girl's intuition is sensitive, and the so-called rival in love is extremely jealous when she meets her. She realizes that the man opposite her has a bad impression of her, but due to her status, she dare not say anything.He Yuan's smile deepened: "I've come all the way, you're the only one who has a vacant seat here."

unpublished records

Recorder: "Can you tell me about your family situation?"

Hou Heyuan: "The middle class, the middle part of the olive shape."

Recorder: "I mean, you can tell the truth, tell me about your parents."

Hou Heyuan: "There is nothing to say. My mother is very dereliction of duty, and my father is a victim of delusional disorder. Cases and police records are all in it, although in fact there are many more than in it."

Recorder: "Would you like to say something happy?"

Hou Heyuan: "I am willing. I have a lover. Although he is dead, whenever I think of him, the painful and sad love he brought to me becomes honey flowing in my blood. He is a The happiest person in the world who knows nothing."

After the recorder left, he turned on the recording pen again, and said with great shame: "I think my lover is very strange. There is no reason. I saw a picture of him when he was young, and he was very strange. Maybe he was very strange at that time. He often smiles? But in my impression, he always has his lips tightly pursed. He rarely smiles. I just talked about him with the recorder, and I dare not reveal his name, I'm afraid... But my lover You know, I'm jealous of your confidante in college, I'm jealous of her, I'm going to be engulfed by the flame of jealousy, she can be so close to you..."

He choked up and couldn't speak any more. He had memories about Luo Ye in his mind, which were not found in books and materials, but they flashed by like a dream, and he couldn't judge the authenticity of his memories. , nor can it be concluded whether their love is only stimulated by hormones.