Red door

"It looks like you've caused a big deal," He Yuan sat in Luo Ye's chair drinking fruit juice. It took Luo Ye a few times to figure out his preferences. He likes coconut juice with sugar, but he doesn't like orange juice, but he likes berries and hates all kinds of milk. Class products.

Luo Ye pushed and hugged the pillow, "I don't really understand."

"Hey, what don't you understand? What do great writers don't understand?" He Yuan drew a five-pointed star on his white paper, "Is it too late to hand in the manuscript?"

"Some time ago, a director called me and asked me to authorize "Our Silence". Although we have no funds, he very much hopes to get my authorization to make "Our Silence" into a movie." Luo Ye With thick dark circles under his eyes, he shrugged and said, "But I told him, don't make my movie if you don't have money."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with what you said," He Yuan took a sip of coconut juice, then lowered his head to read the beginning of Luo Ye's new novel, "And then? You can't get angry because of such a trivial matter, you have to be a little mind."

"He recorded our conversation and handed it over to the media," Luo Ye threw the newspaper to him, and he slid the chair with wheels down beside Luo Ye's bed. This kind of chair with wheels was very popular in this era, He Yuan I like to sit on it and slide around.

He Yuan picked it up and glanced at ten lines: "What the hell, are you angry because of this kind of thing? You can offend people if you say you don't have money, don't shoot, tsk tsk tsk."

He added: "Look at the big headline in black. People who don't know it would think that you poured coffee on his face in person. Who would have thought that it was just a one-sentence question."

"It's easy for you to say." Luo Ye rubbed the center of his brows, "But now I'm going to arouse the anger of the people. The publishing house means to let me suffer this embarrassing loss."

"What a great opportunity," He Yuan said, "Stupid, you guys, what a great opportunity, fortunately you have this opportunity."

"what chance?"

"Save my chance!" He Yuan's eyes were sharp and clear, "Success or failure depends on one action, and your muse will be out of suffering because of your actions."

Luo Ye also regained his energy, he jumped off the bed, "How can I help you?"

"It's my self-help now." He turned his head and said, "I'm Wen Ji."

Luo Ye was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Is there anything I need to do."

"Contact the opponents of this newspaper and tell them that everything you do is for the anti-domestic violence charity organization, and you need more money to run this organization." Wen Ji's smile was almost ecstatic, and he said: "If I My mother has seen it, and I can be freed from being popularized like this."

Luo Ye was deeply moved by the sadness spreading from him, but weighed it again and again, saying: "I created this charity organization, but I don't want it to profit for me, whether it's money or fame, I don't want it."

Wen Ji frowned, and reprimanded: "You have established a charitable organization. If there is no publicity from the formal media, even if you are kind, others will not dare to come, okay? Can you have some brains? Have some promise?"

After he said this, he was still puzzled, walked around the room twice, returned to Luo Ye, put his hands on his hips, and angrily said: "Do you think you are a little fairy? You don't eat, you don't drink water, you rely on fairy energy Hanging, don’t you know why literature and art can’t develop? Because you can’t make money as a writer! It’s right to want to make money, and it’s right to want to be famous! You don’t write in your own books, you have the right to speak Victory, the silent man never has justice, does he?"

Luo Ye was stunned by his training, touched his nose, and said: "Yes, you are right, I should not only say that I want to make money, but also tell others with great fanfare that I need money."

"And only if you have money can you help more people, do you understand?" Wen Ji said bitterly: "Fake nobility! Little bourgeois moaning without illness!"

Luo Ye couldn't laugh or cry: "That's not so useful."

"That's how I use it here, because I have the right to speak." Wen Ji glared at him, then went to drink the coconut juice on the table to moisten his throat. After a while, he turned around, scratched his head, and said embarrassedly: " Wen Ji didn't mean to be so fierce."

Luo Ye immediately took his words, "No, what he said is quite right, it's my hypocrisy, little bourgeois moaning without illness."

He Yuan said blankly: "But this is not how it is used."

"It's my fault as a writer who confuses concepts," Luo Ye hugged him tightly, "I will save you, and I will spare no effort to save you."

He Yuan smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Yes, I believe, you will definitely set me free."

Luo Ye hesitated and rubbed his temples, and He Yuan laughed hahaha: "It's too itchy, you should shave your beard hahaha."

He thought, maybe because he should have changed He Yuan's future, He Yuan might not be able to find that mirror, so they would never see each other again. He kissed He Yuan's hair as the last a kiss.

My lover, without my future, I still have to love life vigorously.

One day when Heyuan was over 40

He sat on the sofa and smoked carefully. The sofa was bought second-hand, and the cover on it was woven by the seller's mother. Since there was no other suitable item for this cover at home, it was a pity that he gave it to Heyuan.He Yuan liked this hand-woven sofa cover very much. When the seller told him that it was hand-woven by his mother, he had a kind of respect for this sofa cover. Although the decoration of the home did not match the sofa cover, he Still stubbornly did not replace it.

The TV is very new, he just bought it, and it is playing Al Pacino's "The Devil's Advocate", a movie he watched when he was in his 20s, and he still likes it very much now, but as he gets older, he will always realize something different of.

For example, he always feels that free will is a fool's toy, his resistance is powerless, all his pride and arrogance are wiped out, fate draws a line, let him from birth to the end of his life, everything is counted Well, his suffering is meaningless, his love, his hatred, his silent screams, are finally silent in the years.

It's a scary thing to think about.

The newspapers said he was a young philanthropist, a 'Kant who eats three meals', but he didn't think he had such heights.He is just doing what he should do, he can't watch others think of himself, he has his own Luo Ye, but others don't.

He hasn't done book design for many years, and he's already a bit unfamiliar with it, but he promised, he told Luo Ye, that one day their names will be written together, so he will continue to do it.

Strangely romantic.

No one knows, silent romance.

A restoration of a message published in a newspaper:

"I am very happy to be able to help Mr. Luo Ye so soon. Yes, Mr. Luo Ye is the one who founded the anti-domestic violence organization. I was also very surprised. I had given up hope at the time, but I contacted him and he Immediately helped me win the relationship and snatched the custody of the child." The woman broke down in tears and said: "I didn't expect, I didn't expect that there were such kind people in the world. I don't know how I should thank him. If Separate me from my children... no, don't even think about it, I can't!"

The reporter handed over a tissue: "Okay, ma'am, now there is no one competing with you for custody of your child, you are safe, and your child will grow up under your care."

The lady wiped her tears and wiped off the makeup on her face, but she burst into tears and smiled: "I'm sorry, did I interfere with the shooting? I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but I want to say, Mr. Luo Ye He is definitely a good person. He helped me with the lawsuit and contacted me for free. I am ashamed to say that since I gave birth to a child, I have been a housewife at home and have not come out to work for three years. It is Luo Ye Sir and his assistant encouraged me to re-enter the society."

Reporter: "Are you sure, the Mr. Luo Ye you are talking about is the writer Mr. Luo Ye? The author who wrote "Our Silence"."

"Yes, he admitted that he is. We have a group photo, and I have given it to the newspaper." The lady said, "I was really surprised to see another newspaper reprimanding him for being open-minded and lacking in literati. The operation of the anti-domestic violence charity organization is a huge investment, and I think it is conceivable that he has financial problems. According to him, there is currently only one female entrepreneur sponsoring his activities."

Reporter: "Only one female entrepreneur?"

"Yes," the lady affirmed, "it was very difficult to start because no one believed him."

Reporter: "Unexpectedly, things have turned around like this. A reporter with ulterior motives has slandered Mr."

"Yes," the lady cried again: "I didn't think I could get the custody of my child, but I got it, how could someone slander such a good person like him, I don't know, I really don't know.

And his help was completely free of charge, without asking me to pay any money later, when it was all over, he just told me, 'Okay, I'll come with you to pick up your kids and move the furniture for you. 'I can't even imagine it. "

Reporter: "Are there any other women who have been helped?"

"Yes, there are more, but I was the first to get in touch with our publishing house. I believe our publishing house will definitely give us a good result. We can't let our benefactor be wronged," the lady nodded: " And we want all sisters to know about this charitable organization, so that all sisters don't tolerate domestic violence, there are people who are always ready to help you crawl out of hell."

The reporter asked: "Would you like to tell your story?"

"Yes, how could I not want to, I had a job, but I resigned after I became pregnant because of my husband and child. At first my ex-husband treated me well, but then he became more and more indifferent, and even beat me up. ..."

Luo Ye turned off the TV, and said silently in his heart: "Farewell, my muse."