Red door

Luo Ye's office had a mirror as tall as a person. After he bought this office building, he immediately ordered someone to press such a mirror in his office.Someone asked him what his intention was, and he only said: "Probably because I think I'm too good-looking, and I want to see more of my face."

After speaking, he himself laughed.

It was raining outside the window, and he stopped flipping through the documents. He looked at the heavy rain outside the window, waiting for the first sound of Yin Lei just like waiting for his lover.

He Yuan came out of the bathroom, holding a magazine in his hand, and was still wearing school sportswear. When he was very close to Luo Ye's studio, he asked his sister who came back after making coffee: "Is he always like this? "

My sister glanced at his attire, and after confirming that he was not a reporter, she said softly, "It's better for high school students to go home early after school. The family members have to worry."

He Yuan raised his chin and said, "My family is inside."

My sister covered her mouth, "You are?"

"His nephew," he raised his eyebrows and said with a sly smile, "uncle and grandma are worried that he is very worried, afraid that he will work too long, write manuscripts, and run this charity organization here, and his health will not be able to bear it." live."

The elder sister sighed: "Isn't that right? The work here is very complicated. He has to work until night, and good people will be exhausted. What's more, he is still sick."

"Sick?"

"It should be a cold. I keep coughing, and it seems that there is still phlegm. I really don't pay attention to my body." The young lady took the coffee and left: "You can persuade him, we are always hard to say, everyone is worried about him. Extremely."

He Yuan nodded, pushed open the door, and said with a smile, "Guess who's here?"

"I know you're coming back," Luo Ye pointed to the mirror in the office, and said with a smile, "but I didn't expect it to be another mirror. Look, the random door of the Doraemon I prepared for you."

He Yuan saw it, and said with emotion: "That's good, I crawled out of the mirror in the bathroom, and fell into the washbasin, which hurt my butt."

"I haven't seen you for a while, and I miss you very much." Luo Ye was very thin, his face was haggard, but his eyes were still clear and bright, "When I think that I will see you soon, I will... ...too happy to sit on the stool."

He Yuan looked at the calendar: "There's still one and a half years left, what are you happy about? Otherwise, I'll tell you the hospital where my mother gave birth to me? Maybe you'd be discouraged when you saw my red body when I was just born? Don't say anything so absolutely, okay?"

Luo Ye solemnly handed out the pen and paper, gestured for invitation, and said, "The pen and ink are here."

"It's really you, just don't let me know where you are going to be hospitalized, I can't afford to lose that person," He Yuan wrote the name of a general public hospital and handed it to him. He folded the paper and put it near his chest pocket.He Yuan said: "Look at the one for you baby, what kind of a thing is that?"

"I'll go there tomorrow for an examination to see if I have a broken lung." Luo Ye clutched his chest, puzzled and said, "It's been a long time since it hurt, and it's a constant dull pain. I had a fever a while ago, and it didn't get better even after taking the medicine. , I don't want to become a fool because of a fever."

"It's okay if you become a fool," He Yuan looked at him, "Do you know how you will die?"

"I can't escape a cancer if I live long, I don't care," he said, clutching his chest again, as if the pain was too severe, but he still smiled: "The future you predict now is the future you know , but in fact, the future has been changed by me, think optimistically, okay?"

"But if you keep doing this, you will kill yourself sooner or later. If you die before me, I will definitely not cry for your grave."

Luo Ye touched the tip of his nose: "It's too ugly, change the subject, live well, why die?"

He Yuan walked up to him and threw his head into his arms: "Be sure to live, live well."

"The future is not static, what you see has changed," Luo Ye rubbed his hair affectionately, "Let's wait peacefully for a year and a half, maybe you can still see what you were like when you were born , didn't you? Did it rain the day you were born?"

"Heavy rainstorm, orange warning, lightning one after another." He Yuan muffled: "Don't let me miss you."

"Okay." He took out the manuscript from the drawer and said, "Let's take a look, it's finally finished and it's called Mirror."

"Vulgar!" He Yuan huddled in his arms to read the book, and after reading the beginning, he said with a smile: "Crawling out of the mirror, don't you think it's very similar to the scene of a thriller? Sadako crawled out of the TV, and you crawled out of the mirror. Crawling out of the mirror, the mirror thing is a bit magical in every culture."

"Then my next book will be a thriller. I will write about a little snot-nosed man who cries and hangs behind me saying he loves me. I was scared to death and hid in hiding. Then I found out that you really love me." Luo Ye Coax him: "When the time comes, this book will use the picture you drew in the first art class as the cover."

"But please don't, I was detained by the art teacher for my lack of talent in painting in elementary school." He Yuan begged for mercy first: "You are hanging me on the pillar of shame."

"It fits the theme, it's scary enough."

He Yuan still hasn't forgotten his dream, and said, "I still like your dream?"

"What dream?"

"The dream of being murdered by a cart, I think it is really suitable to write a story about being chased by a cart and falling in love with a cart." He Yuan unfolded the magazine for him to read: "Look, this kind of female chasing is popular now. The story of killing a man, and then the woman falls in love with the man and rebelling against the family, changing it to a trolley has its own anti-ironic effect."

He glanced at the age of the magazine, the June 2003 issue, and said with a smile, "Then I will publish it in the December 6 issue."

He Yuan wanted to say something, but he covered it up with a few smirks.

Hospital

"Mr. Luo Ye, I suggest you go for an X-ray for your symptoms. I suspect it is a benign tumor in the lungs. If it is a benign tumor, please don't be afraid. It is fine. According to your age, it may be a bronchoma. That is It is a low-grade malignant tumor, which can be cured by excision." The doctor looked at him and encouraged him, "Go and have a look."

Luo Ye smiled wryly and went for an X-ray. The doctor hesitated to speak while watching the film. He had a vague premonition, but he couldn't see why. Looking left and right, he could only see two shadows in his lungs .

The doctor who encouraged him before was also silent, and asked after watching for a while, "Do you often smoke?"

"Yes, I smoked a lot a while ago."

"It's lung cancer metastasized to both lungs," the doctor pursed his lips, and said, "Even if chemotherapy is effective, it is likely to recur in a short period of time, and it may occur. Bone metastasis, liver metastasis, and brain metastasis. Once brain metastasis occurs, The consequences could be disastrous."

"Then what is your suggestion?"

"It's still chemotherapy, there is no other way except chemotherapy," the doctor said with a wry smile, "Do you want to be hospitalized?"

Luo Ye smiled wryly, and took out the piece of paper written by He Yuan from his breast pocket, "No, I plan to go to this hospital."

He took the film and the diagnosis to the general hospital where He Yuan was born. He was vaguely glad that he didn't get Alzheimer's after all. He really didn't want to forget He Yuan and wanted him to live to grow old. The sad thing is that grandpa told He Yuan fairy tales.

For 16-year-old He Yuan, fate has treated him well enough.

The nurse who handled the business stared at his eyes, confirmed it several times, and asked cautiously: "You are the writer Mr. Luo Ye, right?"

"Yes," his thoughts were interrupted, but he laughed, "that Luo Ye who wrote novels."

As soon as he turned his head, he heard someone talking behind him saying something like 'good people don't live long'.

Heyuan 37

37 On this year's birthday, He Yuan smoked a lot. His father Xu Xu said to him: "You are the head of the family, and you should treat your mother better in the future, you know... I won't be cured of this disease. It’s also white treatment, the hospital is a place where money is swindled, what can we do if we go there? The doctor also said that the cure rate is very low and the death rate is high, so let’s die.”

"Cure, why not?" He Yuan lit another cigarette. Sometimes he thought that he would smoke like Luo Ye until he died, but then he thought that his death was not worth it, so he calmed down again. Feeling, "If you don't go out and seduce those menopausal women, you will have money for medical treatment."

His father looked unacceptable: "How can you talk to your father like this? Can a man not have a little lust? Your mother is like this, and I'm going to die too."

He Yuan took a puff of cigarette, suppressed the resentment in his heart, and said, "The last time it was granuloma inguinale, this time I did a physical examination for syphilis and found pancreatic cancer. What else do you want?"

His father said: "This is an accident, son, you know it when you are at your father's age... In this world——"

He put out the cigarette: "I'm gay, okay?"

"What is gay?" His father asked blankly, "What kind of disease is that?"

"It's not a disease, it means that I don't like women, I only like men, understand? Without your crap." The corners of He Yuan's lips were trembling, and he said, "I won't go out to hook up, nor will I Won't find one woman after another without bringing/containing!"

But his father said: "Then you can't stop marrying a woman? Is our family endless? You have a child, and then you can sleep with whoever you like? Others say it's the seven-year itch, that Men don't do anything outrageous, when your father was young—”

"When you were young, it was when you were young, you were you, and I was me." He swallowed his saliva, his eyes were firm, and said, "I will not cheat on marriages, nor will I go whoring, your old Hou family The roots are broken in me."

His father said dejectedly: "Why did I give birth to you, an unworthy offspring?"

But his father was old and had no strength to stand up and beat him.

He hasn't been so relaxed for a long time, He Yuan put down and said, "It's up to you to choose whether to go for surgery or radiotherapy."