Red door

Chapter 20

Luo Ye ordered a glass of Americano with ice in the cafe. Hearing the sound of rain hitting the glass, he became very anxious. The coffee was handed over to him, he held the coffee in one hand and opened the door with the other, He Yuan, who was sitting in his car, smiled and lip-synced: "I want it too."

He turned around and went into the coffee shop again: "Have another cup, cold cappuccino, and take it away."

The coffee was handed over to him, and he took two more sugar packets.

He Yuan opened the car door for him from the inside: "It scared me to death when I got into this broken car."

"You call this a broken car?" He pointed the steering wheel with his finger pointingly.

But he was unmoved: "In 30 years, your car will be a broken car."

"But not now, now is not decades later, there will be better authors than me in a few decades, but now I am in the limelight." Luo Ye is very proud, because he won a very famous award, this Not so common among writers in their twenties.

"There is now." He Yuan smiled maliciously: "Isn't that lady counted? She is also very famous, the one who competes with you."

"Yes, she is very famous, but I don't regard her as an opponent." Luo Ye said relaxedly: "I am an author, but she is a merchant of words. Every word she writes is not her painstaking effort, she is making What do you know? She is writing for her readers. In order to ensure her sales, every sentence she writes is understood by the readers. She is killing the common values ​​of society. An incarnation of 'virtue' that is completely in line with the eyes of the masses is Not artistic.

Would you really like to chat with an author who talks about literature with three views?

After chatting with her, I was relieved and didn't care at all. Instead, I regretted that I spent a whole year fighting with her. "

"Wow," He Yuan found this kind of complaints very interesting and fresh: "Then what did you say to her?"

"I told her that infidelity was indispensable in nineteenth-century literature, because at that time it was considered a very courageous thing for a man to pursue a married woman."

"where……"

Luo Ye raised his eyebrows, and returned a smile that he often saw on He Yuan's face: "She almost passed out, you should really see that expression."

He was silent for a while, then said: "But she is quite pitiful. She is almost 30 years old, about the same as me, and still thinks that marriage is sacred and needs to give everything."

He Yuan said dryly: "My grandma said that when she gets married, she goes to another family to do farm work."

"In marriage, women are the ones who are robbed. The essence of marriage is the transfer of property. A man pays money or resources to get reproductive resources from another man." Luo Ye was silent for a long time: "She doesn't understand this matter. On the contrary, it confuses marriage with love, no matter as a woman or as a writer, it is very sad."

The wiper wiped the rainwater off the glass, and there was new rainwater. During the monotonous repetition, He Yuan asked: "I thought about it, and suddenly I feel that I am a man, which is something to be happy about."

"how?"

"Uncle's family has a sister, and her family is very similar to mine." He Yuan looked intently at the wipers outside the window: "But she left her family very early because of marriage. I saw her on the street once. , she smiled happily. At that time, I thought, why am I not a woman? Why can't I get married and escape from my own home. But now... I think that her family received a lot of bride price and sold her for a reasonable price .

If my dad gets the money from selling me, I will die with regret. "

He Yuan lowered his head and drank some coffee resentfully, and said in surprise: "This is delicious, very sweet."

Luo Ye smiled reluctantly: "Besides, when I think of our society, it is based on the plundering of another group... I hope that I can help them as much as possible, and it will be repaid."

He Yuan asked: "Then have you thought about what to do?"

"A charitable organization," he smiled heartily, "I've been running it for a whole year, and now I'm helping a lady in a lawsuit. Hey... I have my manuscript fee, and a lady's funding. It can continue to operate.”

He Yuan said: "If your charity organization is still there when I grow up, I will come to volunteer."

Luo Ye looked at him and smiled: "Maybe we can meet each other at that time, I will meet in a real sense, in a timeline, not in your dream."

He Yuan felt very strange: "Have you discovered any laws of physics?"

"How do you talk?" He said displeasedly, "I'm serious, if I change the future, your mother won't tolerate your father's domestic violence against you, but asks for help from anti-domestic violence organizations, maybe we will be real There is a way to meet each other, although we may no longer know each other because of changing the future, but you will always be the muse in my dreams. It is good for me to see you in reality."

"Then what if everything is predetermined?" He Yuan asked: "What if this is an endless loop? After all, in my real world, I know your anti-domestic violence organization, but my mother never asked for help. "

"Are you saying that all of this is an endless loop?" Luo Ye couldn't bear to look at the hurt eyes any longer, and He Yuan comforted him: "Intensify your propaganda, and everything is just in case, maybe I will wait ten thousand Eight, my mother can't bear it anymore?"

Luo Ye still looked worried, "I'm very scared, I'm afraid this is an endless loop."

"Meeting you is the happiest thing in my life. You taught me a lot and comforted me when I was younger... Except for Wenji, I only have you," He Yuan was a little embarrassed, but he still Try to speak out what is in your heart, and a voice tells him, come on, come on, you have to say it, and it’s over if you don’t say it, "Although I am immature, I love you, you have to believe me. "

"I love you too, my muse."

But He Yuan suddenly hugged him and cried: "Am I going to disappear? Why did I suddenly say so many provocative words?"

"As you said, I will take care of you. Now and in the future, I will not give up on you."

Wen Ji played a wedding march in his mind.

They are the consumers of the soul: they were already dying when they first came into the world, and they loved the dogma of laziness and renunciation of power.

We must be careful, in case these dying guys are awakened, and do not destroy these living coffins!

- "Thus spake Zarathustra"

Gao Shou's movie sponsor, a wife who lost her husband at a young age: "I am my husband's wife, but not just a wife. As a person, I am defined by context, but despite these contexts, my self remains It exists, but no one wants to understand it.

Some people said, oh, the old x family married a good wife.The old x family gave birth to a good daughter.My husband has a wonderful wife.

But remember, I don't exist as an appendage of others, so I want to do something according to my own will.

Just when I was confused, I heard Mr. Luo Ye talking about this anti-domestic violence charity organization with an actress, and I suddenly felt a sense of group identity, yes, after abandoning all context, I am a Women, of course I should come and speak up for my collective!I should rescue my collective. As a person who owns the means of production, I should protect my kind. "

Reporter: "So all these years, have you been supporting anti-domestic violence organizations?"

"Yes, there are orphans and elderly people who have lost their only children," she said. "We have all lost something, so we are the same kind of people. We should help each other."

Reporter: "When you decided to help Mr. Luo Ye, what was Mr. Luo Ye's attitude?"

"Of course he didn't believe it. He was very surprised. The actress rejected him very simply. He was depressed by himself, standing by the window, wanting to smoke." A warm smile appeared on her face: " I also deliberately frightened him, I said, you! Stereotype! I always think that we rich people are rich and unkind!"

Reporter: "Hahahahahaha, so Mr. Luo Ye never thought that you would support him, and support him for so many years?"

"Of course he didn't expect that, he told me later that in order to promote this anti-domestic violence organization, he even wanted to add this sentence at the end of every manuscript." She smiled calmly and elegantly: "I said , your editor, definitely wants to beat you to death. He is a young man with a stubborn temper. He wants to speak up for these women and children no matter what. He said, 'My muse is a victim. I don't want to see him hurt, and I don’t want to see him bleed, even if I’m a superficial second-rate guy, at least I hope he’s happy’, when I’m old, I still feel very uncomfortable when I think about the past.”

One day when He Yuan was young

He got the leaflet of the Anti-Domestic Violence Organization, looked at it horizontally and vertically, and felt that what it said was very reasonable.

So He Yuan put the leaflets in his schoolbag with great care. He thought that if his mother saw it, she would take him away from the house. As long as she asked for help from the anti-domestic violence organization, he would be saved. .

He Yuan chose a night when his father went out to fool around, as if he had stolen some treasure and dedicated it to his mother, he handed the flyer to her with both hands, his face flushed like the expectation of a dream.

His mother took it, but it was like a hot potato. She tore the flyer into pieces and stuffed it at the bottom of the trash can: "What dissatisfaction do you have with your father? You think about my divorce every day? I'm divorced." No, who will support you! Eat well, drink well, you are so used to it that you are not old or young, your mother is not your mother! Your father is not your father!"

Something in He Yuan's heart was shattered by his mother's voice. One day he thought of it, and thought maybe it was the sound of a broken dream.Although three vulgar, but probably this is what it means.