Red door

One day when He Yuan was young, in the library

The X University Library, as the name suggests, is open to students of X University. Although it is also open to people outside the school, a ten-year-old child is really too young.The administrator is even suspicious of letting him in, and will soon invite parents to compensate for the damaged books on his behalf.So the lady with the pearl necklace paid special attention to the child.

College students in the library seldom read books, because their homework is very heavy, and almost all they study and read are professional-related books. As an administrator, this lady knows it very well.

She saw the ten-year-old climb up on a chair with two thick tomes (at least for him), one of which was a dictionary and the other, oh, not even a librarian Know every book, don't you?

It was getting dark quickly, and most of the college students had left. After the administrator lady had her work free, she took a closer look at the child.This child had the face of an oriental porcelain doll, like a dummy, and his nose was dripping with sweat under the sun. He had been studying this tome for more than three hours.

He seemed to be in good spirits, not tired at all.

"Son, what are you looking at?"

"A course in ancient Hebrew."

"Don't you not understand?"

The child turned his head, revealing a pair of brown eyes: "I don't understand, but I'm learning."

"Why do you have to study so boring—"

"For the joy of 'Wenji', he likes to read these very much."

"Wen Ji? Is he your good friend?"

"Not a friend," he pointed to his head, "he's in my head."

"I don't understand what you mean, child."

"He's a part of me, a ghost of me."

Luo Ye basically wrote about a god and about a man, Indra.He was unmatched in ability, gentleness, compassion, and firmness of faith.Luo Ye himself is a lazy person, far inferior to him, but perhaps it is the call of the muse, he is willing to reincarnate under Luo Ye's pen.He is a peerless good man who has committed a crime. He has been making amends and atonement all his life, but in the end he had to die because of his original crime, which is a long-lasting tragedy of the drama.

The moment Luo Ye put down his pen, he burst into tears. The tears reflected in the glass surged. He hurriedly wiped them off with a tissue, and after a while, the tears flowed down again.Before that day, he didn't know that he had such well-developed lacrimal glands.

This went on for a whole year, and he neither had the courage to send the manuscript to the editor nor picked up the pen again. He felt that the pen was light, but every word he wrote was as heavy as a thousand catties.

I killed someone, Luo Ye wept at night, he is so real, how can you say he does not exist?

But when the night passed, he woke up and really woke up, the person in the book was really dead.

Not real, but dead.

For this reason, he even began to miss He Yuan, who would only appear on a thunderstorm night. He needed him very much. The author's delicate emotions cannot be shared with acquaintances. The acquaintances chatted and crumpled his words like waste paper. The regiment was lost, Luo Ye knew too much about nervous people.

What Luo Ye needs is someone who can understand him, someone who can understand and is willing to listen to him, and it is best for this person to disappear after speaking, without affecting his reality at all.

Except for He Yuan, maybe no one can take him out of this predicament.

"He died, he was indeed dead, the moment I wrote the pen."

"But as long as you turn the book to the first few pages, he will come back to life, won't he?"

"That's different."

He Yuan sat on the chair with one foot resting on his knee. When the thunder was shining, half of his face was pale, and the smiling face was of inorganic beauty: "What's the difference?"

"When a book is finished, or I think the end of a book should not be the end of the story, but the end of the characterization, so he is incomplete and imperfect except before the end," Luo Ye applied ice packs to his eyes, and the creased striped pajamas looked very dejected: "The one who lived before him was incomplete, the tragedy made him born and perfected, but the tragedy itself destroyed him. I can't bear this kind of pain anymore. Sad, I'm going to drown in the rain."

'I'm drowning in the rain, he thought, but all he knew was that life had to go on, and he couldn't die, and death was easy for him, and he had a revolver in his hand, and the calm lake in front of him was at least five years old. Ten feet, as long as he is determined to escape, people will find his body at sunrise.

But when the water soaked his trousers, he heard his fate. '

"But you're in the house now," He Yuan stood up, and thoughtfully said, "Would you like some wind and a shower?"

"Okay." He said: "It's been a whole year, but I still can't get out of his destruction, Heyuan, have you ever felt that way? Sometimes I feel that he is still alive, and he is in my head Here, like a ghost, or a gentle frequency, and I am the lucky one to listen to this frequency. If I didn’t see my own thick manuscript, He Yuan, I almost really thought that there is such a Alone."

"It's a great honor, I feel the same way, and I love pleasing the other person in my head."

"I may not understand what you mean, what do you mean?"

He Yuan closed the window: "Maybe I can talk to you about 'Wenji' later, but now I would rather talk about you. You said he is very gentle, but you have to know that he still hurts you."

"He doesn't exist, I know, but in my opinion, there is no difference between him and the real existence." Luo Ye thought for a while, and laughed at himself: "If it were you, would you tell me, congratulations."

"Congratulations?"

"Congratulations, I have mastered the power of language, and used this power to hurt myself severely."

"Congratulations, congratulations, of course congratulations. This is a good thing. If we believe that the world is ruled by power, then language is the only power." He Yuan clapped his hands happily, "I haven't seen you in a year. Think about what I'm going to say."

Luo Ye was stunned. During the days when He Yuan left, he really missed him.Immediately he laughed at himself: I mourn for the dead bookman, and I also miss a heartless little lunatic.

But then He Yuan became serious again. He knelt down in front of Luo Ye, the sadness in his eyes could not be faked, "I know, I know what it feels like when a part of my body is killed, I know. That kind of feeling Pain . . . that pain is worse than all pain."

He added: "But Luo Ye, you are different, you are a writer, you have to breed new souls again and again, no matter it is tragedy or comedy, you have to abandon them."

"But no, it's different." Luo Ye removed the ice pack, stubble covered his face: "I killed him with the hand that created him."

"..." He Yuan looked at him, tears fell from his eyes, thunder rumbled, and there was no blue light from lightning at this time, unable to illuminate his Dongfangmei face: "Then why did you kill him?"

"Just like death turns a man into a poet, he lives for tragedy." Luo Ye said firmly: "Even though I know that maybe no one will read my book, maybe no one will ever discover him, but I just use stupid but The sure method molds him and makes him perfect."

"You created him."

"Yes I created him."

He Yuan said: "Since you created him, you should deprive him of his life. It's fair."

"I can't fully understand your logic," he smiled politely, his eyes still puffy.

He Yuan turned his face away: "Because drama has a beginning and an end, you should finish it."

I should go finish him.Luo Ye looked at He Yuan in rapt attention, "I feel much better, tomorrow I will go to the editor I made an appointment with, and I made him wait for a whole year."

He Yuan said happily: "You should pray that he is not an old gentleman, otherwise you will be finished."

"You're quite right, but he's an old gentleman."

"Have a good temper?"

"Very bad tempered."

"It's probably useless to pray now."

’ Later he prayed often, not only because of his desire for salvation, but also because of his firm faith.He has done a lot, a lot, for atonement. In the past 20 years, almost all his hair has turned white, and his tired hands are full of calluses.He knows he deserves it, that forgiveness has nothing to do with the criminal, only the victim has the right to forgiveness.So he will continue to crawl forward along fate, to meet the sun that shines on his shoulders every day.

The sun, he really doesn't need anything else but the sun.If God can grant him one wish, he wishes to die in the sun.

With a cold shot, the sound reached his ears, and he fell down.

The next day everyone knew that a criminal had died here. When everyone was eating melon seeds and discussing, the sun was scorching hot, and the melon seed skin was very glaring on the white cement board. '

The editor is a bit older, with glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he is an old editor who knows literature well.He took Luo Ye's manuscript and said cautiously: "I will probably reply to you within seven days, and I will send you a telegram."

"Thank you, sir."

The editor said displeasedly: "But I didn't say that you have been approved."

"I understand."

Four days later, Luo Ye did not receive a telegram, but a phone call. He only answered, and the old man said, "I think I should apologize to you."

He was surprised and said, "There is something worth apologizing for."

"'He' is a perfect character, a perfect, existing character, and I'm not affirming all your gentlemen, I'm affirming 'him,'" the editor sighed: "It's the Muse who brought you 'he' 'What?"

He couldn't help laughing: "Yes, a Muse riding lightning and rain."

He Yuan's ghostly face appeared in front of his eyes, and this beautiful young man slowly revealed his arrogant and cynical smile.

Luo Ye lowered his head and smiled deeper.