Red door

Qi Feng felt that Luo Ye was a weird person, he was so wronged that Xuehou didn't entertain guests but wanted to write a final work, he seemed to have lost his soul, his spine was pulled out of his body, and he sat in the study all day long smoking, The speaking voice is hoarse.A well-known director's studio contacted the editorial department, and Sister Chen called him. Listening to his voice damaged by cigarettes, she almost didn't recognize him.

At the beginning of his final work, he was not satisfied with how he wrote it. He wanted to write about a writer who was lonely in spirit. Although the writer's parents were still alive and supported his writing, his parents were not the strength for him to write the work. At some point, for some special reason, he would appear in the room of a young man, and this young man was his muse, whom he wanted to portray throughout his life.

The teenager who even looks a bit neurotic when he laughs has his own story. The teenager lives in a family with serious domestic violence. His mother is a living dead, her eyes are rolling in a daze, and she refuses to talk to her child because of the pain in childbirth. As for His father was a tyrant who dominated the family.The young man and the writer made an agreement to escape, and they ran out on a cat at twelve o'clock in the evening, but the writer evaporated like dew at dawn, and the young man had to return home in despair. In order not to disappoint the writer, he pretended that he had already Escape to live a new life.

The writer is happy because of this, the muse full of scars in his eyes stimulates his creation, and after blooming like burning his life, the young man chooses to commit suicide.

The writer was so shocked that he chose to start an anti-domestic violence charity organization. He changed the direction of history and his muse survived. When he was gray-haired, his young muse came to him with clean eyes and no worries Carefree, but no longer that contradictory and tolerant temperament.

The writer knows he saved the child but killed his own muse.

When Luo Ye with a sick face told this story to Qi Feng, Qi Feng was shocked for a long time, and he asked, "Why did he kill his muse? He saved that child."

"His native family has shaped him irresistibly. Everyone is being shaped by their own environment. The reason why you are yourself is because of past memories and the ego and imagination derived from past memories, just like Aziz For Haimer patients, when they lose their memory ability and memory, as a social person, they are no longer themselves. It’s just that other people stubbornly impose their own context on the patients, which is the magic of language.” Luo Ye lit another cigarette, and Qi Feng felt that he had become a Buddha enshrined in a shrine, who could be merciful to all living beings without eating or drinking and smelling the smoke.

Qi Feng said: "It's a pity for you to be a writer."

"What's the pity of being a writer." He coughed twice, coughing up blood, which was scary, "I'll go to the hospital tomorrow to see if it's not tuberculosis, if it is, I'm afraid it will cause you to go to the hospital for isolation."

Qi Feng handed him the handkerchief in his purse, and said, "Tuberculosis? You seem to be suffering from tuberculosis now. Does your chest still hurt?"

Luo Ye thought for a while, then nodded, his eye sockets were sunken, and the dark circles under his eyes looked gray, "It hurts a bit."

Qi Feng sneered and said, "If you stop smoking, you will be better off."

"It doesn't work, I... I can't stop, as soon as I stop, I wonder if I killed him, I..." He explained incoherently: "I'm going to write my last novel , I must write to my muse."

"If you don't want to be a writer, you can become a philosopher. Philosophy is quite suitable for you. If you get to the bottom of it, you will drive yourself crazy sooner or later."

Luo Ye raised his head, stared at Qi Feng, and suddenly laughed out loud: "You all ask me if "Our Silence" is real, but I told anyone about the idea of ​​this book, and no one took it seriously... …No one, asked: 'Sir, is this the real story that happened to you.'”

Qi Feng felt that Luo Ye should visit the mental hospital more than the hospital, but as his friend, he still said patiently: "Okay, let me ask you, sir, is this the real story that happened to you?" ?' and you'll answer me no, won't you? Let me not take this fiction seriously, will you?"

"This happened in real life," Luo Ye affirmed, "Adapted from my own real experience, it is a novel that couldn't be more real."

He looked into Luo Ye's eyes, that tired body had a pair of bright and clear eyes, he waited for Luo Ye to tell him that this was just his joke, but... no, Luo Ye was sure, his whole body seemed to be burning unyielding He is calm and fearless, as if he has opened his chest to show the secrets he hides inside.

Was he really insane?Qi Feng was suspicious, but he wasn't sure, but he immediately remembered his mission, so he avoided the topic, and asked with a smile: "You interrupted me so much, I came here to ask you if you want to Go see the casting for Our Silence."

Luo Ye turned his head to look at the majestic dark clouds, and said, "Without my muse, I won't go anywhere."

Qi Feng was worried about his health, for fear that he would really go crazy, so he went to the street to find an old horse that was whipped and shouted: "My brother." He thought about sitting with Luo Ye for a while, but unbelievably, the mirror A vortex appeared, and he could see it clearly—Qi Feng stood up suddenly, and the chair with wheels and the floor screamed.

Luo Ye also stood up, but his eyes were filled with ecstasy and contradictory despair.

He Yuan came out, with a bruise on the corner of his mouth, his brows were cold, and when he saw the two people in the room, a gentle smile gradually appeared on his face: "Yeah, Mr. Qi Feng is here too."

"You you you..." Qi Feng was almost incoherent, "You..."

He turned his head to look at Luo Ye again, and he understood why Luo Ye would say 'no one asked him if his final work was a true story'.Even if he saw it with his own eyes, he felt incredible.

But this happened for real, He Yuan came to Luo Ye through the mirror, he came from the future.Qi Feng also understood the so-called saying that establishing the charity organization Luo Ye also had selfish motives.

In order to prevent the occurrence of domestic violence in the future, at the same time, I am afraid that this will kill my muse.

He looked at Luo Ye and said, "As a friend, I won't talk about it."

He Yuan tilted his head and smiled: "Even if you tell it, no one will believe it."

"And they will send you to a mental hospital, just like you sent me to a mental hospital just now." Luo Ye pinched his cigarette and opened his arms, "Can you give me a long-lost reunion hug?"

He Yuan dodged it in disgust, opened the window to let the wind and rain blow in, and said, "Which Bodhisattva is your study offering to burn such thick smoke in one day?"

Luo Ye took a deep look at him: "Pour incense on the Bodhisattva, and beg her to invite you, a great god."

He rolled his eyes, obviously not very interested in Luo Ye's earthy love words: "It's so boring, is there any good place to go? To that salon of yours?"

Qi Feng said: "Go to the casting site of "Our Silence"."

"It's fun!" He Yuan said happily: "I still remember the montage technique at the beginning of the movie. The female soldier with Alzheimer's disease forgot everything, but kept showing off the ring on her ring finger before eating, and then the sound of gunfire, Battlefields, weddings, and the dark forest where her husband was buried kept coming in/in, and the ring, golden, beautiful."

Luo Ye stood up: "Then let's go buy a ring first."

Qi Feng complained, "Three vulgarities."

Luo Ye was very proud, he handed his manuscript to He Yuan, let He Yuan read it on the way, and then went to get his hair sprayed, and then he was ready to pick up the car and go with Qi Feng.

Qi Feng stopped him: "Don't move that damn car of yours. If you go out now, you will be detained by the traffic police for driving tired. Take my car. I took my driver's license test two years ago, and it's very good."

An interview with the cast of "Our Silence"

Host: "Mr. Lin Jiajia, you are the only actor who majored in music among all the actors. Have you ever been a soprano?"

Lin Jiajia nodded, with a shy smile on her face: "Yes, I am a soprano and an opera singer."

Host: "What made you choose to participate in "Our Silence"?"

Lin Jiajia: "I am a book fan of Mr. Luo Ye. I like his "Our Silence" very much. When I read this book, I really wanted to find a role in this book. It is so real. I I remember the part I was going to play. I played the female soldier with Alzheimer’s disease when she was young. The female soldier married her husband without a wedding dress. The only benefit was that the front line used a cooking pot to boil water for her to bathe, and the female companion She curled her hair with twigs, the hairstyle that was popular in the city ten years ago. During the wedding, soldiers stood in two rows and raised bayonets to form an arch, and she walked through on the arm of her husband.

I thought at the time, it would be great if I could play this female soldier, and then the director gave me this opportunity. "

Host: "Mr. Luo Ye saw your audition, did he express any opinion?"

Lin Jiajia: "He said, yes, this is the lady, this lady is so suitable, she plays a blank, pure character."

Host: "What do you think of the deceased Mr. Luo Ye?"

Lin Jiajia: "He is an excellent author and a kind person. I have never seen such a selfless man whose primary purpose is to help women. He deserves my praise and everyone's praise .”

Host: "Is "Our Silence" your favorite novel written by Mr. Luo Ye?"

Lin Jiajia: "I like his posthumous work "Mirror", the story of the writer who met his muse through the mirror, I don't know why, the authenticity of that article... It seems that he has such a living muse Same."