Red door

"Satan is arrogant, but his arrogance cannot be divorced from epic texts. His heroism is weak, and he himself is also hypocritical and hypocritical. Rebellion is beautiful. Knowing that rebellion has no results and will surely perish is even more so. Tragedy is beautiful." Luo Ye held "Paradise Lost" tightly and refused to let go. He would always show such a childish manner after reading the books he liked, and said: "This is really my favorite epic. , who wouldn't like Lucifer."

"I prefer to think that this is the only epic you can read."

Luo Ye said with a guilty conscience: "Actually, if you just read it, Mahabharata should also be counted."

"You didn't even read about Krishna's appearance." The reason why he knew was because he had seen Luo Ye's interview when he was old. This person sincerely expressed his ignorance, but he didn't intend to tell Luo Ye.He Yuan hugged the orange cat that Luo Ye had rescued, which had turned into a big one. Outside the window, there was constant rain and thunder, and the mirror in the room was densely covered with rainwater, "And compared to Lucifer, I Love Michael, I will always love Michael."

"What Michael said in Paradise Lost is like what Kant said."

Similarly, even though he was old, Luo Ye hadn't read all of Kant's works, and he always talked about them with regret.

"You have to forgive a person who is an art major. It is impossible for a person who studies art not to love Michael. From the Middle Ages to the Renaissance, there are hundreds of works of 'St. Michael defeating the red dragon'. St. Michael Le was once favored alone, as long as religious paintings are mentioned, this subject will definitely be discussed."

"Are you majoring in art?" Luo Ye smiled and said, "I thought it would be literature."

"Yes, art, I like it very much." He thought for a while, and then said: "I also like music, I love all arts."

Speaking of which, He Yuan threw away the cat, jumped onto the solid wooden table, and tapped his heels on the table twice in a decent manner, Luo Ye said with a smile: "In the past, dancers danced Cancan on the table, because they can make thud-dump the sound of."

He Yuan was not happy when he heard this, and danced a few more steps: "This is Cha Cha dance, and Cancan dance is now a high-end art."

"But cha-cha hasn't been around for long."

"how?"

"Things that are generally unpopular will become new art after many years."

He Yuan stretched out his hand: "Can you dance? Are you happy to dance?"

"Don't you think you are not happy enough now?" Luo Ye took his hand, his hand was cold, but when he held it back, he felt inexplicable peace of mind, even though he said more than once that he was just the mirror image of the mirror, Luo Ye I have always disapproved of it - he really exists by my side.

"Do you want to go out to play?" Luo Ye asked suddenly: "Go to the salon, to the editorial department, or to the dance hall."

"Take me there and they'll hate you."

"They've hated so much, now it's time for us to have some fun."

He Yuan jumped off the table and asked, "Let's go, let's go out and have some fun."

Luo Ye hurriedly grabbed him: "My aunt is still here, don't scare her."

He lost interest immediately, "So, I have nowhere to go."

"Look," Luo Ye said, jumping up, kicking the screen window fiercely, the screen window was folded in half and fell down, he exhaled, leaning on the window sill with one hand, turned over and jumped out .

"Come on!" He clapped his hands encouragingly.He Yuan glanced at him, jumped out neatly, and complained with contempt: "I'm 20 years old, you seem to be coaxing a child."

Luo Ye smiled, wiped off the rain on his face, his beautiful eyes were very affectionate: "Let's go."

He Yuan turned his head and looked at the window, "What about the cat? The screen window is broken."

Luo Ye started to have a headache when he looked at the orange cat poking his head out with a confused face, but he immediately thought of a good idea, or maybe it wasn't a good idea, but the shower and lightning stimulated his mind, making him feel like He Yuan also went crazy.He hugged his cat, put it in his arms, and stretched his clothes to pull He Yuan into his arms.

Under the white light of the lightning, He Yuan laughed wantonly: "That's good."

The heavy rain poured down, and the two of them got wet all over the clothes in a short while, He Yuan asked: "Where shall we go for fun?"

"All said, go to the salon."

"Is there a salon that starts at four o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Maybe we have to wait for four hours, but usually there will be an old antique reading a book there."

"What book do you read?"

"National studies."

"Hahahahaha." He Yuan laughed, and said for a while, "I don't like that very much."

"Then I can only hope that when I get old, I will study Chinese culture for you every day."

"Why do you do this to me?"

"You asked for it!"

The two staggered forward in the torrential rain. Except for the cat in Luo Ye's arms, both of them were soaked. They turned their heads and stared at each other with a tacit understanding. The rain was pressing on their eyelashes, which almost made them unable to open their eyes. , but they looked at each other hard, trying to engrave each other's appearance in their hearts.

"Don't forget me."

"I have always had a good memory. You can tell me some of your scandals in front of me, and then I will write them truthfully in the book."

"I really love you very much," He Yuan said, "very very much."

He bowed his head and kissed his lips, "I know."

The orange cat in his arms meowed because he was afraid of the thunder. The mighty power of nature and the self-conscious love appeared in the same viewing frame, and power and beauty gathered together.

The office workers passing by with folding umbrellas looked at them like ghosts, and He Yuan raised his eyebrows in retaliation for a provocative look.

Luo Ye shook his head to shake off the rain that was densely pressing on his eyelashes: "I want to take you to the cafe in the salon and let them all come out to have a look."

"What's your hobby?"

"I want them all to see my muse."

"Sounds really good, let's go."

Luo Ye hesitated in front of the tunnel, and He Yuan asked, "Is there a monster inside to eat you?"

He replied truthfully: "She is an aunt who believes in Christ, and she is here to spread the glory of the Lord every day."

Added: "We're going to kiss in front of her, and she'll almost faint."

"I remember, then I will definitely kiss you in front of her."

When Luo Ye walked through this dark tunnel, he was almost in fear. He was afraid that the aunt who believed in Christ would rush out and ask, "Do you understand our Father Jehovah?" Like holding him and kissing.As long as He Yuan looked at him with those beautiful brown eyes, he couldn't refuse, he was really afraid of scaring her old man into a heart attack.

Fortunately, the aunt did not go out today.

When he was very close to the cafe, He Yuan suddenly said: "I feel like my mind is empty. When you told me about the aunt who believed in Christ, my mind was full of the heroine in "A Handful of Green". , the school asked her to swear on the Bible with her hand, saying, 'The pilot was sent by Satan.', and later she actually married a pilot."

Luo Ye had no reason to think of what he said - "Don't ask questions I can't answer" and "When the mirror can't imitate me, the time in the mirror will go backwards." This made him very disturbed, so he chose to remain silent.

"Don't you ask me what a handful of green is?"

"What is a handful of green?"

"Don't you think your tone is very perfunctory?" He Yuan was very unhappy.

"Do you know when the mirror will take you away?"

He turned his head to look at the golden clouds rising from the sky of his hometown, and said, "Maybe it's now."

"Will you come back to me?"

"Maybe, maybe not," He Yuan pushed back his wet bangs, "I will try my best to come to you, but...if I don't have this honor, my love will come as expected ,remember to miss me."

One day when He Yuan was hospitalized:

"You should be considerate of adults, child, your father for you—"

"I never asked him to do anything for me, I hope you let me go."

His mother was not cowardly when facing him, her toughness made He Yuan love and hate at the same time, and when he was ecstatic that he could be under the protection of this kind of power, his poor and lovely mother turned to his father He bowed his knees humbly.

She was almost angry with him, but outside she was always more than willing to play a gentle and virtuous mother or wife.

"You only know to dream every day." His mother smiled and said to him, "Can't you overcome it with your heart?"

"What do you mean by heart?"

"Buddhas said it carefully, otherwise I will enroll you in a Chinese studies class. After 3w, you will be fine and you will be fine after listening to it. You will be free of any diseases. You must believe in Bodhisattvas."

He Yuan's boredom was almost written on his face, he felt that everything was meaningless.If he lives in fiction, especially the second-rate writers he likes, these authors will always write a law of conservation, such as poor but good parents, or scumbag but rich.

The actual life is that his parents are neither good nor scum, they are middle-class, but they live in poverty.In a sense, it is also conserved, but the fear of the middle class is not of the same order of magnitude as the fear of the bottom.He can always feel it from his parents.

Heyuan's mother believes in Buddhism, but she is not a serious temple or a serious master. She found a 'master' from a cramped old apartment building. There is a WeChat group where she sends some Guanyin sexual means to lure xx to believe in Buddhism and so on.He thought they were all lies, but he didn't expect to find out later that they were all true, and the pamphlets that were distributed were clearly stated.

The old house waiting to be demolished by his family enshrines five or six colorful Buddha statues, each of which is so ugly that it has its own characteristics.He Yuan also lives in this room, and when he wakes up at night to drink water, he wants to smash all those Bodhisattvas and Buddhas.

"I like mental institutions, it's very comfortable to live in."

His mother threw the handbag at him resentfully, and the iron tassel on it scratched Heyuan's cheek, "I didn't choose to be your child, if I could choose, I would definitely choose to be stillborn."

"If you don't want to be my child, commit suicide!"

But He Yuan felt that suicide was uneconomical.