Red door

The rain fell on the window and the windshield wipers moved. He Yuan sat in the car and ate Luo Ye's sandwich. He said, "You are so strange. How can you eat alone at a picnic?"

"Look at how many people the tableware is for."

He Yuan turned his small basket upside down and found two sets of tableware. He said with satisfaction, "Can I come to eat?"

He was dissatisfied and said, "How can I eat in the car for a picnic?"

Luo Ye dropped the window, and the rain splashed in. Not only did He Yuan hide inside, he rolled up the car window with a smile and said, "Can I take you out for a picnic after 87 years?"

"Okay, please remember to come to me, I will come out to play with you." He Yuan took a drink and took a sip, then spat out the tissue, "I hate milk to death."

Luo Ye took it naturally, "It's not for you to drink."

"Sophistry," He Yuan casually picked up a book to cover his face, "Let me see what this is...literary criticism...well...it's another book I can't understand."

"The writing of this book is average." He looked at the umbrella in the back seat and asked, "Do you want to go for a walk?"

He Yuan said, "Let's drive, I want to see the city you lived in."

"What you said really warms my heart," Luo Ye smiled and said, "I've been thinking about this issue today, and I'm afraid that I will fall behind the trend."

"Do great writers want to catch up with fashion?" He Yuan sneered, "Don't you hate chasing after fashion?"

He holds a grudge very well.

Luo Ye shook his head: "Have you watched "Paradise Lost"?"

"Watanabe Junichi's?" He tilted his head, "There was a copy that was circulated in our class and was confiscated by the teacher."

"It's Milton's "Paradise Lost", which tells how the archangel who betrayed God was defeated and how he tempted the ancestors of mankind, Adam and Eve, to fall." Luo Ye raised his eyebrows: "It's an epic, but it's easy to understand. "

"Ah! I really don't know," He Yuan shrugged and admitted his ignorance. "I'm only 16 years old, and I'm studying how to get into a good university every day."

"Milton was a Puritan who believed in God all his life. His original purpose of writing this epic was to show the holiness and justice of God, but he still brought his own sympathy and heroism when describing the fallen archangel. Luo Ye paused: "Of course he doesn't love Satan, but the Satan he described is so tragically heroic, brilliant, gorgeous, and full of the brilliance of humanity."

He Yuan rested his chin, quietly waiting for his words.

Instead, he was embarrassed: "I don't like preaching."

"But I like to listen to other people's Amway, I like it very much. Are you just going to tell me about this book?" He Yuan said: "Then you should stay in your study, and I can read it directly."

"Amway? What does Amway mean? What brand?"

"It means that you want to introduce something to your good sister, and you will use this word to describe your behavior as if you are selling Amway products." He Yuan nodded, "It's a bit messy, but that's probably what it means."

"I'm not talking about this book... but I believe that the development of human beings and the development of civilization are accidental." Luo Ye frowned and knocked on the steering wheel, "The painters of the Renaissance were also devout, But their paintings unintentionally showed the beauty of people, thus breaking the shackles of religion.

On the other hand, whether it is the painters or the great poet Milton, they all have their own limitations. For example, the last debate about theology in Paradise Lost is pale, and I don't like it very much.

But the image of Satan is majestic but weak, and his doomed tragic ending makes him even more heroic. "

"Like Xiang Yu?"

Luo Ye smiled and said, "Yes."

They sat quietly in the car and got off the highway. Luo Ye pointed to a small village and said, "My parents worked in the villages and towns after graduation and ate public food. I was born here too."

Looking at this peaceful and ordinary village, He Yuan said, "I know, but in 2000, there was no one in this village."

The village is on the mountainside, separated by the drizzle, and there are still clothes that people hang out and forget to collect. The colors are very bright, like a flag calmly unfolding into the distance in the wind.

He parked the car and asked He Yuan to stay in the car, and without an umbrella, he put his clothes on his head and went straight into the rain, half of his camel coat was wet after he took a step.He Yuan saw him get into a low storehouse, and quickly turned back, holding a plastic bag in his hand.

He opened the door, and He Yuan couldn't wait to reach out to take it, but he protected the plastic bag and hid in the rain again.There was no other way, He Yuan comforted him: "Come back, I won't rob you."

Luo Ye sat back contentedly, he didn't know whether he was in a hurry or caught a cold, he coughed unceasingly, wiped the corners of his lips with the handkerchief, and quickly put it away again.

He Yuan asked suspiciously: "Are you suffering from tuberculosis? Tuberculosis won't kill people, so you don't have to tell me about your funeral."

"Not at all. I smoked too much last year, and my throat and lungs were uncomfortable. Even if I got lung cancer, I wouldn't get tuberculosis. That's not what I would get."

He Yuan rolled his eyes: "How do you talk? Tuberculosis can be cured, but how can lung cancer be cured? Aren't you begging to die yourself?"

"I haven't finished my book yet, and I don't want to die yet." Luo Ye said with a smile, "I will write a...good ending, our happy ending."

He Yuan rolled his eyes to the sky, he said: "What good ending can we have, let's be realistic, I'm just a shadow."

"But I'm going to see you, there are two years, we will meet."

He disliked it very much: "People who have been smoking for a long time have yellow teeth and yellow nails when they are old. They are not good-looking. I am so good-looking, I don't want to stand with people who are not good-looking."

He opened the car window and threw the cigarette and windbreaker far away.

He Yuan slammed his head hard; "Go! Pick it up! If there is a forest fire, you will be the first to be caught."

Luo Ye woke up like a dream, opened the car door and went out.He Yuan was eating snacks in his car, and opened the plastic bag, which contained two twenty-cent popsicles and two bottles of pear-flavored soda.He thinks it is very interesting, if it is someone else's, he has no interest in taking a look at it, but Luo Ye will always arouse his broad love.

He had been gone for a long time, and He Yuan was very worried about him, so he opened the car door and chased him out.

"Luo Ye! Where are you?"

Luo Ye hugged him tightly, kissed his lips fiercely, He Yuan tasted a strong smell of tobacco, he asked, "Why is there a smell of smoke?"

Luo Ye's whole body was drenched, with rain running across his face, "I want to say goodbye to my cigarette."

"What kind of farewell ceremony?"

"It's just two cigarettes smoked together." Luo Ye raised his right hand, and the two cigarettes were held side by side between his fingers.

He Yuan was extremely disgusted: "Why did I never know that there is such a farewell ceremony?"

Luo Ye replied honestly: "Because I created it myself, so you only heard about it."

He Yuan forced a smile, but shed tears. He already knew that the future was written, and nothing could be changed. It was doomed.He was ready to accept the hammer of fate.He said: "You can smoke if you like, I don't dislike you for being old or ugly."

Luo Ye laughed, there were already wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but the arrogance that disliked the world has not been diluted, He Yuan was very sad: "Remember, the photo of 27 years old, don't want the photo of you dead now."

Luo Ye laughed in the heavy rain, and said, "Want to see it? The drink I drank when I was a child? I still miss that taste now."

"Just remember to eat," He Yuan sadly wiped away the rain and tears from his face.

Biographical film about Mr. Luo Ye

Reporter: "Mr. Qi Feng, the biography you wrote for Mr. Luo Ye has been controversial. What do you think about it?"

Qi Feng: "This matter is not about what I think, but what Mr. Luo Ye thinks."

Reporter: "You mean, Mr. Luo Ye may have a mental illness, and he would imagine that he has a muse, and talk to this muse?"

Qi Feng: "I am a novelist. I write the biography of my best friend in the way of writing novels, and I will follow his last wish and try my best to protect his muse. His muse is a very delicate and A thoughtful young man, he doesn’t need the media or interviews, so I used a wonderful technique to make the audience ignore this question.”

Reporter: "In the movie, will the Muse walk out of the mirror and walk to Mr. Luo Ye, this scene? You know that all the objections you receive come from this scene."

Qi Feng: "I will play down the treatment, because this is not the point."

Reporter: "You mean, there really is such a muse, right?"

Qi Feng: "I don't deny it."

Reporter: "How did this muse inspire Mr. Luo Ye? Do you know anything about it?"

Qi Feng: "I have written everything I know into my biography. The creation of a writer is a very private process. We don't want others to disturb us, and we don't want someone to put their tentacles into our creation. We all need a kind of loneliness. .”

He Yuan's father drank a lot of wine, his face was flushed red, he said: "I know this Qi Feng, he is just a new-fashioned writer, what kind of cutting-edge writer, he farts, how can biographies be written like that... don't do it in the future Such people write my biography."

He Yuan said: "He prefers realistic works."

His father whipped his Tianling Gai with chopsticks, "The book has been read into the dog's stomach! The little beast knows how to talk back."

His mother stopped holding the vegetables for a moment and looked at him condemningly. He Yuan knew that his mother thought he had ruined the atmosphere of the family dinner.

His father loves face more than anything else, and if he refutes his face, he will always get revenge, but this so-called "refutation of his face" usually refers to He Yuan.