Red door

The disease developed very rapidly, and his mother stopped crying soon, and she had no strength. The doctor told the lady that this was the last winter of Luo Ye's life. Her eyes were red and she bit her lip. Finally, she said : "Then I'll prepare something for spring for him."

Her mother is a full-time housewife. Although an aunt is hired at home, she never does any work such as darning and embroidery.This dexterous lady has a special liking for weaving since she was a student, and her elegant color scheme makes no classmate not envious of her craftsmanship.

"I think you are very precious about your folding umbrella," she kept knitting needles, "but carelessly lost the cover, I will knit you a spring."

Luo Ye nodded and said, "There will be heavy rain on May [-]th, so I will bring an umbrella."

"What are you doing with an umbrella?"

He smiled and said, "Go and look around, how wonderful spring is."

Mother smiled reluctantly: "What's so beautiful in May, peaches, apricots, they've all bloomed."

"Go and see, Rainstorm."

She smiled and said: "It's all up to you, take good care of your illness, Mom and Dad will be by your side."

"My Father……"

His mother interrupted him: "How old is he, and he still stays in the company every day. He's not in good shape. If he doesn't do it now, he will be free."

Speaking of which, she also felt lonely, "Your father also liked to write when he was young, hey, why didn't he like it later?"

Luo Ye thinks, there will be times when you don't like something you really like, but people always have to live, so there is no need to care about the "snow moon wind flowers" of cultural people.

But Luo Ye just shook his head and said, "Don't be so pessimistic, now I don't write anything, and I talk about mountains with my friends in the salon every day, and my life is very relaxed and happy."

My mother suddenly said: "Let's transfer to another hospital, go to Beijing, and see if the big hospital there can perform surgery."

"What can I do after the surgery? It will be transferred. It's fine now. Let me say that I can live for another half a year." Luo Ye took her hand: "I like my umbrella very much. It doesn't matter if it doesn't rain. no."

Now Luo Ye seldom dreams. It seems that there are countless people talking in his sleep, but he can't hear it clearly, and the reality is gradually becoming unreal. But he prays every day, and he doesn't know where he is going. Road gods pray.He said to fate, don't transfer it to your mind wherever you transfer it, I can't bear this kind of blow.

Fate may have heard his words, his illness is under control, and it is conservatively estimated that he can live for a while.

He was looking forward to a rain with the sound of thunder, and today was his lucky day, and the sound of lightning, thunder, and splashing rain stimulated his senses in a short while.

He woke up, and sitting beside him was a young man in a school uniform. The young man had slightly long hair and cool eyes.

Luo Ye smiled wryly, this is still a junior high school kid.

The young man held out his right hand, and there was a bloodstain on his hand. He said, "Hello, you can call me Wenji."

Luo Ye sighed inwardly, and held the right hand he offered, "I know you, you also have a good friend named He Yuan."

Wen Ji was a little surprised, he turned slightly sideways, with his arms folded by his side, this was a defensive movement.Luo Ye shook his head helplessly, "I won't hurt you, my name is Luo Ye, and I'm a writer."

Wen Ji laughed, and his body relaxed, "I know you, that...the founder of the anti-domestic violence charity organization, I know you, I have read your reports."

He said again: "What's wrong with you, are you sick?"

Luo Ye lied and said: "It's pneumonia. Because I smoke a lot, I'm seriously ill. Good boy, don't smoke."

He Yuan said: "Then I will tell my classmates, if they secretly smoke in the bathroom, they will probably be as sick as you."

Luo Ye said, "That's not true."

"why?"

He looked at the huge old tree outside the window: "Because they are very young, very young... young like you."

He Yuan lowered his head in embarrassment, and asked, "Do you know why I'm here? This doesn't seem like a dream."

"Yes, this is not a dream, it is my life."

He Yuan shook his head, and said rather cleverly: "You only answered one question, and there is another question? Why did I appear in your life?"

Luo Ye's gaze returned to him, and Luo Ye said, "Because you are my muse."

"What is a muse?"

"The muse inspires and encourages the writer, and the writer writes for the muse."

He Yuanxi smiled: "Will you also write for me? Write me."

Luo Ye's eyes regurgitated, and he said, "Yes, I will write for you. When I recover from illness, I will write for you."

"Then you need to get better quickly, a good person like you will definitely get better sooner than others," He Yuan said, "But it's not easy to smoke when you recover. It's not easy for a doctor to treat a disease. of."

Luo Ye said: "When you come in March or April, I'll take you to see peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, and crabapple flowers, okay?"

"If it doesn't rain, I'll go out and see you. You must get better then."

In March, the white peach blossoms outside the ward were in full bloom. The new doctor was very good at comforting the family members. The doctor said, "It's a miracle." '

His mother was in a good mood, and while knitting a sweater for next year, she said, "Fortunately, it didn't rain. Once the rain washes away, I'm afraid there won't be much left."

"Well," he thought, what are 12-year-old Wenji and Heyuan like?Credulous, immature, and kind-hearted, his contradictory temperament has not shown at all, and he is still a sweetheart.

If he appears in front of me again, I must ask his mother's name, I still have a chance to save him.Luo Ye thought firmly.

Because of the new medicine, his condition was actually under control. Luo Ye thought that maybe he could live until May No. 13. Sometimes when it rained, everyone would go back to the ward to take it with him. He wanted to go out with an umbrella, but he didn't. Thunder, the child disappeared without a trace.

On the night of May eleventh, he heard the sound of rain.That night he couldn't sleep anyway, holding the manuscript in his father's suitcase in his hand, staring blankly at the dark night sky outside the window, he walked out of the ward, took the elevator downstairs, and when he got downstairs, he felt like a dream Waking up.

What am I going to do?

The night in the hospital is quiet, the wind is refreshing, and because of the rain, there is a fresh earthy smell in the air.There were no more flowers on the huge white peach tree, and all the sound came only from the sound of rain and the grinding of leaves.Luo Ye thought of his cat, he picked it up when he was 17, and when he was 25, that little thing died, which is considered a long life.At that time, Heyuan was [-] years old, and his life was swept away like a stormy sea, and then he gradually became childish...

He walked into the rain and the rain fell on him.He actually felt that he had nowhere to go, of course he couldn't go home at this time, he just missed He Yuan and wanted to see him again.

But what if we see him again?Without evidence, how can you stay by his side?

Luo Ye walked aimlessly towards the emergency room, where there was a huge red sign.Lightning danced wildly, and suddenly there was a thunder in his ears. He turned his head, but slipped and fell to the ground. He barely turned over and lay flat on the ground.

Luo Ye felt that the accumulated water on the ground wet his clothes, and the rain from the sky hit his sunken face. He wanted to look at the tree, but a deeper darkness had already disappeared. Deprived of his sight.

He thought, "Shit."

"Bless me, Lord.

Not that you protect me from swords or bloody spears, but that you don't let me be seduced by hope again.

— "A Doctor's Religion"

At one o'clock on May [-]th, the guards found him, and the security guards moved him into the emergency room. While they were amazed by the light weight of the patient in their hands, they begged the patients and their family members to make way.

One of the reckless security guards bumped into a man, who said, "I don't know where to look."

The pregnant woman next to him asked, "Are you in the emergency department? I think everyone else is in the obstetrics and gynecology department."

The man said impatiently: "There is no gynecology department in the emergency department. The gynecology department must be a lie. It deceives women to have a caesarean section. In the past, in my hometown, how could any woman have a caesarean section? Aren't they all born normally?"

The woman suddenly hugged her abdomen, and the man asked, "What's the matter?"

"water……"

"What?" the man asked, "What's wrong?"

A nurse passed by and hurriedly shouted: "Here is a pregnant woman's goat/water seems to have broken."

This woman has a beautiful face like a ghost in Liaozhai. She looks like she is in her twenties, with a pair of loving brown eyes. Under the warm yellow light, it looks like He Yuan's eyes.

He Yuan is 25 years old

He took out a plain mirror, and said, "Let me go to my destiny, and the day has come, let me return to him."

There were ripples on the mirror, and He Yuan saw Luo Ye. He was 17 years old, and he just dropped out of school to recuperate, because the heating in the northern city was broken, and he exhaled white gas when talking to the nurse.

Then He Yuan saw the oleander on the sketchbook, changing constantly with the phantom in his pen mirror.

The room where He Yuan was in disintegrated quickly. He was dragged into the heavy raining night, and the window slammed open with the wind. Luo Ye, who was watching a movie, looked at him. The face that renounced the world was so beautiful. So young, it seems that he has not been destroyed by illness.

Maybe I could do something, he thought, if he lived... what would happen to my fate if he lived?Is it fate that shapes me, or do we shape destiny?

Time became visible, he walked into the room where Luo Ye was, and sat comfortably on the chair beside the bed, but He Yuan began to fear again, if I can change his fate... then I will still remember to treat him love?

After a while, Luo Ye woke up, and he asked, "Can you go out of my room?"

"Are you talking to me?"

He repeated with a grin: "You spoke to me."