Red door

Chapter 22

He Yuan added a chair next to Luo Ye's desk, and sat in it to read, still two thick volumes facing each other.Qi Feng, who was opposite him, was also surprised by his way of reading.

Qi Feng asked softly: "How old are you?"

"Sixteen," he knew that Qi Feng was interested in talking to him, so he knew that he couldn't read the book any more. Putting down the book, he looked the young writer straight in the eyes: "I went to school a year earlier, and now I'm in the third year of high school."

"Study literature?" Qi Feng thinks this young man is quite interesting, his eyes are wise and charming, and there is a faint sense of contradictory beauty in it: "Have you read Mr. Luo Ye's works? Do you like them?"

"Scholarly." He thought for a while and said, "I've only read his first draft, and I haven't even read his revised ones."

"Which one do you like?"

He Yuan said in dissatisfaction: "It's no fun to chat with a child, and no matter what I say, you will always quote the topic in a direction I don't understand until Luo Ye comes back."

He let out a sigh of relief and said, "Then you will continue to talk about this topic and leave me alone."

Qi Feng was surprised at his sharpness, but he said: "Why, I really want to talk to you, because...it's very interesting that you appeared in his study, and he almost made someone break into his study in the report. The study is the world's number one sin."

"Because I don't count anyone else, not to mention that he doesn't like writing in the study, he likes writing in the bedroom, with the curtains drawn tight and writing alone." He Yuan said, as if remembering something funny, "You You should really look at the day when his "Our Silence" was finished, he laughed beyond recognition, laughed enough and started crying, and cried all night. My aunt ran into her and wiped her with a pillow towel. Because I cried so much, it is said that I went to the hospital the next day.”

"There is such a thing?" Qi Feng was secretly surprised. He knew that the writer he liked probably had deep feelings for the characters, but he never expected it to be so deep.

He Yuan shrugged his shoulders: "Of course there is such a thing. After I read it, he told me, 'I really didn't expect to kill all the veterans'."

Qi Feng remembered that he was watching "Our Silence" with a flashlight in the dormitory. Although he thought it was reasonable at the end, he couldn't help insulting/calling the author as a beast—he killed a group of innocent people, all of which were senseless deaths. Burning himself, he also burned the murderer.

And everyone is so fresh, a veteran often wipes his glasses, because he is afraid that when his grandson comes to see him, he will not be able to recognize people—his grandson sent him to this so-called nursing home , because his grandson disdains having a grandfather who participated in 'unjust' wars.

A female soldier, who is getting old and suffering from dementia, when other old people feed her, she always raises her hand to show the ring on her hand, which is her wedding ring, her husband also died in the war Yes, his comrades buried him in the forest on a sunny Monday.

They were all buried in the fire, and life was meaningless to them. They walked towards their own death in silence, just like silent soldiers marching to the battlefield.

Whenever Qi Feng thought of this episode, he would secretly scold Luo Ye as a beast in his heart.There was no bed curtain in the dormitory, and he hid under the quilt and cried for several nights, which was also the most complicated memory in his youth. He both loved the writer and hated him deeply.

He always wanted to ask why Luo Ye would write such a cruel ending, but he never expected that he didn't know, and even said: "I really didn't expect to kill all the veterans."

For a moment, his eyes became very complicated, and he asked: "What about the first version, the first version, did he kill all the veterans too?"

"Yes, this is the ending of the first edition," He Yuan rested his chin, "In the end the Avengers got their own 'justice', and the veterans died for their own silence. This is his first draft, a gift from the Muse , very well written."

Qi Feng sighed in admiration: "If he hadn't said in my ears that the Muse is real every day, I really can't believe that this magical writing also came from the Muse."

"That's not true. This part is what he thought up." He Yuan was very proud, but he still carefully concealed it: "When he comes back, what are you going to talk about? Woolf? About what she said 'Shakespeare's sister'? I don't quite understand what you just said."

"Woolf believes that if Shakespeare had a sister, she would not be a writer, but would struggle and despair for her own reasons, and even commit suicide."

He Yuan put down the books in the book: "I don't understand much, can you tell me in more detail?"

"I'm afraid as a male it's hard for me to understand that dilemma, go read that book, I've been thinking too, we're born with a right to everything, but 'Shakespeare's sister' didn't and doesn't even have it now "Qi Feng asked: "Have you heard the phrase 'Girls are not suitable for academics'?"

"It's such a famous phrase."

"That's it. There is prejudice without any medical basis." Qi Feng shrugged: "The girls in our school are all very good, and those who don't live up to expectations are like me."

"But you are already a writer, at least a little famous, and you will become more famous in the future."

He scratched his head embarrassingly: "Don't say that, I'm sorry."

"Don't be embarrassed," He Yuan closed his eyes, "Maybe that's why you and Luo Ye became good friends."

"what?"

He leaned back in his chair and said with a smile: "He founded an anti-domestic violence organization, which has been in operation for a whole year. It specializes in helping women and children who have been victimized by domestic violence, helping them get divorced, and helping them find their own jobs."

Qi Feng couldn't believe it: "There is such a thing? Is it the anti-domestic violence organization I thought? I thought Luo Ye had the same name and surname."

"The editor would not let him advertise in the novel no matter what, so now everyone probably thinks that he has the same name and surname." He Yuan said: "In terms of money, a female entrepreneur has made the most of it."

"It's really amazing..." Qi Feng praised: "It's amazing, I also want to donate my manuscript fee."

Luo Ye came in with three cups of coffee: "Where will the donation go? You are a newcomer who has just started, so you have to guarantee your own life in whatever you do."

"Sir, did you start the anti-domestic violence organization?" He stood up, looked into Luo Ye's eyes, and said very seriously: "I also want to help others, especially those women."

"Those 'Sisters of Shakespeare'? No, I'm not that noble," Luo Ye put down the coffee and said, "Actually, I have selfish intentions."

For a moment, a series of operations such as collecting money and evading taxes ran through Qi Feng's mind. He dodged his eyes and pursed his lips suspiciously.

He Yuan noticed the problem sensitively, and said with a smile, "Are you wondering how he cheated the donation?"

He scratched his head and looked at the two people embarrassedly.

Luo Ye said: "—For personal reasons, so I have to do this again."

He Yuan said with distaste: "Aren't you getting more and more black? My personal reasons, this great writer is about to conceive a criminal investigation novel in his mind, and he's going to investigate those black-hearted charitable organizations."

Luo Ye felt amazing: "Really?"

Qi Feng felt even more embarrassed.

Luo Ye coughed a few times, trying to find a suitable explanation, but couldn't say it several times.He Yuan clicked his tongue and said, "You really have no skills."

"It's hard to be convinced."

He Yuan stood up impatiently, turned around, and took off his shirt. His back was covered with welts and bruises.

Qi Feng lost his voice: "What's going on?"

"It was my father who drew it with his belt." He laughed indifferently a few times, which Qi Feng found harsh, "I'm just waiting for Luo Ye to come and save me."

Qi Feng stared blankly at the scars on his body, and asked for a long time, "Can I write you into my novels? Criminal investigation novels, but not about black-hearted 'charity' organizations, but about the big crimes caused by those small evils." evil."

He Yuan looked at Luo Ye, then at Qi Feng: "Of course, you can write. After all, I am a muse."

In the impression of hearing

Wen Ji knew that he wanted to protect He Yuan, if he couldn't protect He Yuan, He Yuan would die.

And the more suffocating kind of injury is silent, silent, in very detailed aspects.

He Yuan is not sociable but very sensitive. Wen Ji believes that his mother is indispensable. Of course he longs for that lady's love, but that lady will always turn a blind eye to him. In order to detect his mother's emotions, he has to be very, very careful to be able to Fill yourself with some evidence that your mother loves you.

Wen Ji felt that this was sad, but he couldn't control Wen Ji, and he couldn't control himself either. They loved their mother wholeheartedly, but they never responded.

But Luo Ye is good, their communication with Luo Ye is often silent, Luo Ye is writing the manuscript, he is reading at the side, but he is sure that Luo Ye loves him, Wenji can easily get a response from Luo Ye .

What Luo Ye gave him was a love that didn't need proof, and that was how it was in his impression.This great writer is full of confidence to create his own charity organization, in order to protect Heyuan one day, Wen Ji also believes in him.But he waited year after year, his mother didn't want to ask for help, and he had no money, living in poverty, it was a shame to ask his mother for money to buy stationery.

Another day, under the violence of his father, he asked his mother for help, only to get an emotionless look from the noble lady, and he knew that she was not here to save him.However, when he got on the train with the little money he had saved, stayed on the hard seat for twelve hours, followed the crowds to the city where Luo Ye used to live, and looked at the street where everything changed, he knew that Luo Ye couldn't save He Yuan, and he couldn't save He Yuan. Can't save him.