Red door

"You really scared me last time." Luo Ye lit a cigarette, "Why do you miss you when you die?"

He Yuan immediately retorted: "What do you mean, remember to miss me when I die? That means, remember to miss me after I leave."

Luo Ye nodded his lips and said, "I really hope that your mouth will stop saying anything that makes me sad."

He Yuan raised his chin, "The great writer has a very stupid mouth, come on, tell me, don't say anything that makes me sad with your honey-smeared little mouth."

"Vulgar," Luo Ye rolled his eyes. He has a bad temper. He always writes something in his notes every day. Even if he is not writing, he also writes a page of diary. Sometimes he writes about flowers and scenes but most of the time he writes about himself. The cat, "You gotta do something ya."

"Then why don't you give me a demonstration?" He shrugged and sat on the chair swinging his long legs, Luo Ye leaned closer and kissed his lips.

He Yuan nodded, and continued to draw a long voice: "Smelly rascal!"

"Don't shout," Luo Ye put his index finger in front of his lips and hissed: "Auntie is outside."

"Smelly rascal," He Yuan raised his foot and hooked his calf, and asked with a smile, "Don't you live off the manuscript fee?"

"What do you mean?"

"How long have you been working on your next novel?"

Luo Ye handed him the manuscript paper bound into a volume, and he roughly flipped through two pages like reviewing, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's still blank."

"Yeah, it's still blank," Luo Ye sat beside him and said with a smile, "I want to write a brilliant novel, a love story."

"Is there a story about who fell in love with whom?"

"I want to write a heartthrob." He blinked at He Yuan pointingly: "She has lived a long time and traveled a lot. In China, she is called Su Daji, and in Japan, she is called Ono Komachi. In Greece, she was called Helen. She was a writer's dream muse, and anyone who saw her beauty would fall in love with her."

He Yuan said coolly: "Then she fell in love with the writer, and then finished the full text."

"No, she didn't fall in love with the writer, and she doesn't love anyone, because no one is worthy of her love except herself. It can also be said that she loves herself very much and can take very good care of herself." He looked at Heyuan with an expression almost Obsessed: "For such a mysterious person, there are endless stories to tell, and the joy brought by love is also limited. She can pursue her own love and her own life more freely."

"If it were me, I would like to pursue knowledge."

Luo Ye smiled and shook his head: "Then this is beyond the imagination of a second-rate writer like me."

"Sometimes I feel that the essence of the world is a mathematical formula, even a physical formula," he thought for a while, and then said: "This formula can calculate the code of what will happen in the world."

"Including how did you get here?"

"A mirror is a program. As long as I know the code of this program, maybe one day, you can really see me."

After speaking, he looked at the full-length mirror in the room, and the mirror was rippling like a lake.

Luo Ye laughed and said, "I almost thought I was living in the world of science fiction."

"People from the past always feel very punk when they look at the future." He Yuan stopped and fell silent for a long time, then he turned his head and kissed Luo Ye on the cheek, "Remember to miss me."

Luo Ye said: "Next time you come, remember to put on lipstick and kiss on my collar, so that I can tell everyone that this is my muse."

He looked back at him affectionately, and disappeared without a trace while still wanting to speak.

Luo Ye couldn't get enough of it, fidgeting like a young man in love, he wandered around the room for a long time, the orange cat on the cat climbing frame looked suspiciously at his shit-shoveling officer.As soon as He Yuan left, he began to miss him.His radiant lover has a kind of tolerance in his temperament, which is not suitable for his age. He is so young, but he has a pair of eyes that can read thousands of sails. The muse in Luo Ye's dream is not so beautiful.

The thunder disturbed his thoughts, and the light of the incoming lightning reflected his pale face.

He found a serious problem, the rain has not stopped, but He Yuan left.

The lake-like ripples in the mirror looked treacherous. He stared at the mirror closely, and after a while a young but decadent He Yuan came out of it. His face was gloomy, his hair was slightly long, and he had a sad and sharp look. temperament.He raised his head to look at Luo Ye, looked carefully, and said, "I saw you in my dream, and you were a bit old in my dream. I guess you know me too, but don't you know me from the look on your face?" The me now, the more distant, older me? Unless you're a pervert, you won't fall in love with the younger me at all."

Luo Ye's face was extremely embarrassed, "You know—"

"I don't know anything, you have written it all on my face." He Yuan tilted his head and looked at him rightly: "You are really easy to guess, and you don't look like a smart person, but maybe you are a Good writer? I don't know, but it must be one of those good people who are very famous after they die."

As he spoke, he opened the window, skillfully removed the screen, turned his head and said, "Goodbye, I'm leaving, I guess your name is Luo Ye."

"There are still more than 40 years before you were born."

He winked and said with a smile, "I can always take good care of myself."

After speaking, he jumped out of the window.

Luo Ye had no choice but to put on a tracksuit and jumped out with a folding umbrella. He turned his head and told the cat, "Stay at home."

But the orange cat jumped on his shoulder, as if riding him to gallop on the battlefield.

In desperation, he had no choice but to chase He Yuan with the cat in one hand and the umbrella in the other.

He Yuan didn't walk fast, he hummed a song, the rain flowed from his forehead to his cheeks, he didn't reject this kind of happiness.Luo Ye quickly chased him and held an umbrella for him, but he became displeased: "I'm a tough guy, and I never hold an umbrella in rainy days."

"Is this how you take care of yourself?" Luo Ye asked him, "Is this how you can take good care of yourself?"

He Yuan glanced at the cat in his arms, and the question was not answered: "The cat is not bad."

"You're avoiding the problem." Luo Ye tried his best to calm himself down. The shadow created by the mirror has receded, so he must have a way to make him age, so that his lover will appear again—that tolerant, beautiful girl muse.

He Yuan stopped, turned his head, and said with a sneer, "What's the use of me being by your side at this time? I'm a monster, madman, how kind you were to me when I was in my dream, but the dream is not real."

"Yes, to you it's just a dream, but to me," Luo Ye nodded, "This is my life, I hate, I love, my whole life is here."

"Dreams are meaningless!"

"Dreams are meaningless, but you mean something to me. Maybe you don't know it. Just 10 minutes before you appeared, I confessed to you who was around 25. I fell in love with him." Luo Ye hugged her The cat: "He was there when this cat was picked up. That was the second time we met, so it is also called Heyuan."

"But I'm not me anymore when I'm in my 20s," He Yuan shook his head: "I'm another person, Wenji and I are another person, another person who doesn't know what the future will hold."

He left in the rain, but after walking a few steps, he suddenly turned his head, elegant and generous, with an extremely tolerant demeanor, "Did He Yuan make you sad? Really, I'm sorry."

Luo Ye was stunned, and shook his head for a while: "You are not He Yuan."

"I am, I am Heyuan," he said, "but Heyuan calls me Wenji."

"He told me you were his ghost, an alter ego."

He smiled shyly: "But I prefer to call it that my body is sick, so I need to be healed. After being healed by a good doctor, I will re-integrate with the main personality. We are inseparable from each other." of."

"Don't you believe in souls?"

Wen Ji walked into his umbrella to shelter from the rain: "Children say that I am composed of soul and body. But sober adults will say that I am composed of body. The so-called soul is more like the consciousness of the brain, the consciousness of the brain. The consciousness of the body is of course too important, but compared with the physical body, it is only a very small part."

Heyuan High School

"He Yuan is really, really smart," the teacher said worriedly, "but I suspect he needs to see a psychiatrist."

"Mental illness?" The woman begged, "But there is no one in his family who has this kind of illness? His parents are so busy, if a child gets mental illness, won't it be over for the rest of his life?"

"But wouldn't it be more serious if he doesn't see a psychiatrist now?" The teacher peeked at He Yuan fearfully: "I really hope he won't shy away from medical treatment."

He Yuan raised his eyes slightly, and kept dangling his feet: "But teacher, didn't I tell the truth? Your husband is a physical education teacher, but in fact you are having an affair with the dean, but you don't love him either, just because You need him to help you, and what's even better is that the dean has his own dirty tricks, and he made a video of you two doing that kind of thing. If you want to disown him, he will send the video to your husband."

"Video!" The teacher screamed, opened the door and rushed out.

The woman grabbed He Yuan and accused, "How can you say that? She will definitely target you in the future."

He Yuan looked at the woman's fingers and then looked up at her earlobe: "Have you bought a second house in the school district? Congratulations, but I suggest you turn the fake divorce into a real divorce, because it is written on the real estate certificate of your husband's second house." It's Xiao San's name, Xiao San, your child's math tutor, secretly told you that she falsified her academic qualifications and beat your son."

The woman looked at him suspiciously, "Excuse me, I'll make a phone call, can you wait for me here for a while?"

He nodded and obediently agreed.

The classroom was empty, and he sat on the chair alone, "Wen Ji, it's so boring."

Wen Ji took a deep breath: "You should be more tolerant."

"This is a fact." He Yuan insisted.