Red door

The success of this novel immediately made him a new star in the literary world. Although his father sometimes looked at him with strange eyes, Luo Ye knew that no one had any reason to dissuade him now.As long as he maintains confidence and ensures the quality of his writing, his future is promising, but the muse will not always favor a person, he needs to continue to observe, continue to be silent, and continue to read.

He hated salons to death, but obviously, this publishing house also had salons that he had to go to.

Writing is a private matter, and what is said publicly is not writing.He observed for many days that one writer fell in love with another writer's wife, and then they were jealous, and unlike the frankness of young people, they played tricks as if they were wielding their own scepters.Luo Ye knew that this didn't need embellishment at all, and the simple courtship in nature could at least win him a grand slam of domestic awards.

Human, all too human, all animal.

He drank a little coffee, and when people asked about his bad face, he would shirk his inherent world-weary face.

"You should really know them," a senior writer raised his chin to him, usually young writers who are signaled like this would quickly nod in agreement, Luo Ye thought for a while: "I'm a newcomer, sir."

The old writer also complimented him: "I really hope that the newcomers in the future will be like you."

"Excellent sir."

"You should really know the characters they write, slobs, shameless, wooed idiots, then paired with beautiful girls and more beautiful girls, followed by officialdom." He waved his hand impatiently, "Shameless to the max .”

Luo Ye also doesn't like this kind of novels very much. This kind of novels will always simplify the meticulous emotional control into "xxx is deeply moved" and "xxx is loyal to her husband".Amazing people may have many virtues, but most people have one, thank God.Regardless of philosophy and morality, the author set the protagonist as a "perfect person" like himself out of narcissism, and at the same time wrote "the only morality of a woman is loyalty" or "the best dowry for a woman is chastity". Jokes, even more ignorant and hateful, are indeed hateful.

However, conspiracy theories have become popular in recent years, and such seemingly mysterious but crude writing can be described as popular.

"You're right," he said.

The old writer nodded in satisfaction, as if I read you right, "I think this kind of book should be banned in the country."

Luo Ye shook his head.

The old writer noticed his silent objection, and his face darkened: "Authors should be responsible for readers, such irresponsible authors should be punished."

He thought to himself: Zarathustra does not preach to the crowd, and I am not the reader's mother, why should I worry about the readers' aesthetic level?

Of course, such words cannot be said to offend the seniors.

"It should not be the sanction of the state. This sanction should come from the readers. Readers choose literature. Good readers choose good literature, and bad ones choose bad ones. At the same time, although I hate their protagonists, I should make moral judgments on their protagonists. But it is definitely not my wish." Luo Ye shook his glass and smiled to himself: "Anna Karenina cheated, but it doesn't prevent us from loving her, does it? You know, the art of literature is delicate and soft, and any strength may come from the source. destroy it."

Sharon never invited him again, but he enjoyed his leisure.

"So you were kicked out like this?" He Yuan teased the frail and sickly kitten in his arms. Although it was already an adult cat, its limbs were extremely short, and even if it opened its teeth and claws, it was extremely fierce.

"Yes," Luo Ye said without burden, "'But the dragon can't win, there is no place for them in the sky anymore.'"

"Look at you, you're doing well, and you're starting to read the Bible again." He Yuan sneered and asked, "Is there still no idea for the new article?"

"As long as I pick up a pen, I will have ideas, but I'm immature, and I can't write them at this time." Luo Ye sighed: "I need a more suitable time."

He really wants to write about He Yuan now, but He Yuan is a mystery. Luo Ye knows nothing about his past. As for his future——Luo Ye thinks that He Yuan is a supporting role in the novel, working hard for the protagonist, and then There is nothing in return, just the image of a martial arts master with a smile on his face.

"Let me think about it," He Yuan pushed the cat out of his arms, "Do you want to write about me? Will you fall in love with this person because of the love others have for you?"

Luo Ye shook his head: "I don't know."

"But, I have to warn you, never ask me questions that I can't answer."

"Unanswerable question?"

"The current me is a shadow, which comes from the reflection of the mirror. When the mirror can't imitate my present." He Yuan smiled wryly: "The age of the shadow will go backwards, and the mirror will never be able to imitate the future me. Then This kind of calculation is beyond imagination."

"I am optimistic about this." Luo Ye poured him a glass of wine, "The passion of the past breeds the morality of the present. Without the past, there is no present. People in the present are worthy of being loved, and people in the past are also worthy of being loved."

He Yuan raised his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, and turned the glass over to show the bottom of the glass, "But I am very possessive."

"Eating your own vinegar?"

"Between Wen Ji and me, no one would choose me. Even my mother would prefer Wen Ji to use this body."

"What kind of person is Wen Ji?"

"He's a good guy," He Yuan lowered his head embarrassedly, "and he's very smart, he's a born saint."

He added: "Sometimes you have to admit that someone can be nice enough to scare you."

Heyuan's room, January 21 of a certain year

The decoration of the house and the choice of furniture were all determined by Hou's father back then. He Yuan had no right to speak. He silently followed his father through a cutscene, proving that every piece of furniture was chosen by his "own free will". with 'Father Loved Him'.

He is an Axis II (avoidant personality disorder in Axis II), and Wen Ji is the one with abundant emotions among them. Generally speaking, Heyuan thinks, 'Maybe he is a good person'.

He sat at one end of the long table, the control of his body alternated between the two personalities, and the two personalities had independent consciousness. When the body was completely controlled by He Yuan, he put his hands on the chair and his separated legs dangled. stop.Once Wen Ji took over the control of his body, he kept his legs together and his back straight without letting up.And the way the two exchange control is just to shake their upper body naturally on the chair, just like a naughty child who can't sit on a stool at school.

Wen Ji said: "You have no evidence that he must love you."

"He must love me, did you see, he signed my sign when he signed it."

"Where did you see that?"

"What I see in my dreams, you know, my dreams are always very accurate."

He called his reasoning a dream, and as long as it happened at night, it was a dream.

He Yuan's mathematics is very bad, but what is inconsistent with it is his coherent logical thinking. Generally, people with good logic will have good mathematics scores, but his mathematics score is even as low as 27 points.Perhaps thanks to his authoritarian father who dealt with numbers, Gene did write a good gift in his mind, but he was born to reject all subjects related to his father.

Not only is he very good at logical thinking, but he also likes to record other people's thinking logic. Some people are stupid and don't know it, and some people think they are smart and complacent.Perhaps for this reason, Wen Ji was subconsciously created to protect himself.

Wen Ji is a good and unintelligent person, always worrying blindly, which has always made He Yuan very concerned.

He Yuan: "You know, I never make mistakes, he loves me very much."

"But, the mirror."

"It's not time for me to touch that mirror, you know, that mirror can't show the future. I need to get to a suitable memory point, and my memory will tell me when to cast my own shadow** Go. I'll be free from my fate then."

"You fell in love with him because of his love."

"'His eyes were full of flames of love, and I fell in love with him immediately.' Feeling a person's love, falling in love with him because of his love, is a common human nature. Wenji, you have to learn to be smarter. "He Yuan pursed his lips, frowned and said: "You always want me to read those books, I don't think you like those books at all, you just want to watch me read them, and then make sarcastic remarks on the sidelines."

Wen Ji didn't say anything to his words, but just lowered his head and smiled softly: "Why should I be smart, I just want to protect you."

"But your words cannot constitute cause and effect."

"There must be an antecedent cause for the cause and effect." Wen Jixuan tilted his head mysteriously, and then lurked in the 'room' in his mind, no matter what He Yuan said, he didn't mean to respond.

Mental hospital five years later, recovery diary:

"...I found out later that perhaps Wen Ji was the smarter of the two of us. His reason is warm, tolerant and kind, and he loves me very much, because my father, perhaps subconsciously created him for Make up for me, love me. He loves me so much that he is willing to give up on himself. I took a lot of drugs. I don't know what they are. All I know is that he disappeared. No one loves me more than anything.

...This flesh body with my father's DNA also hates me more than anything, so it created Wenji, hoping to change to a personality that would satisfy my father and make me disappear, but he chose to keep me, he chose me... ..."

"...After he disappeared, I suddenly felt other people's emotions. When other people's emotions flowed, they were as noisy as streams..."

"It's all logical errors, all of them."