Glass Butterfly

Going around a pile of cups and plates being packed in the yard, Tang Tu found that the door of the gray house was locked and there was no one inside.He turned around suspiciously and looked at the young man who showed him the way. From a distance, the man stretched out his arm and pointed to his left. He looked in that direction, and there was nothing but a container leaning against the wall.

The door of the container with rusty corners was wide open. He approached suspiciously. A dark bed and wrought iron table came into view. He didn’t need to enter. Standing at the door, all the furnishings could be seen at a glance. There was a lamp on the table. A desk lamp, an old-fashioned oil heater under the table, two suitcases stacked in the corner, and nothing else.

He looked around in disbelief, never expecting people to live in such a place.

He knocked on the door and called softly, "Ruan Youqing?" No one responded.But when he probed in, he vaguely saw a shadow shaking on the other side of the gauze curtain.

Tang Tu suppressed the shock in his heart, walked slowly to the middle of the container, and gently lifted the double curtain, but the other half of the room made him hold his breath.

The large windows facing it are open, and the house is surrounded by high and low potted plants, hyacinths, camellias, perfume jasmine, and mini fruit trees with small citrus on the branches, exuding a fresh fruity fragrance.There is also a potted green plant that he can't name, which surrounds a full circle, and surrounds a simple fabric sofa stool in the middle. Ruan Youqing sits with his back to him, staring out of the window with ecstasy, the top of his head should be white The light turned into colors, and rose vines in pale pink and magenta fell on his pure white sweater, undulating slightly with his breathing, as if being blown by the wind.

Tang Tu looked up and saw that the skylight directly above him was actually a round stained glass, and the fine dust was flying, which was not as majestic or gorgeous as the church, but it made the winter day very dreamy.Ruan Youqing hides here secretly, like a bird in a cage, and this glass house is just the cage he made for himself, away from the hustle and bustle.

The upper part of the wall is framed with colorful butterfly specimens, the royal blue wings of which reflect the sunlight and are dazzling.

"Ruan Youqing..." He noticed that the other party did not wear hearing aids, so he raised his voice.

The man came back to his senses, and when he turned his head to look at him, a water-green butterfly flew out of his ear, the size of a palm, flapping its wings and landed on a flower branch in the corner.

This sound awakened people, and also awakened a few small things that he hadn't noticed before, and the butterflies that rose up suddenly spun around in the light and shadow, making this place even more unreal.

Ruan Youqing reached into his pocket to fumble, Tang Tu stepped forward to stop him, and raised his voice: "No. If you don't want to take it, don't take it. You can hear me talking like this."

Ruan Youqing stared at him and nodded slowly, then withdrew his hand: "Why are you here suddenly?"

"The appointment in the afternoon has been turned down. I have nothing to do. I just came to see you. I sent you a message an hour ago." Tang Tu saw him lift the gauze curtain and walk to the bedside, took out his phone and pressed it a few times. The screen is still black.

"It's out of battery." Ruan Youqing plugged in the charging cable: "It's probably broken. It won't last for two hours after it's fully charged."

Tang Tu followed and looked at the old model from a few years ago. The edges of the plastic case were severely worn out: "I have an old mobile phone that I don't use, and it's useless to leave it there. I'll let you get it first."

"Can you?" Ruan Youqing asked.

"Wait for me, I'll pick it up in the car, and I'll be right back." Tang Tu stepped out of the container, hurried back to the car parked on the roadside outside the courtyard, and knocked on the window.

Zhang Wenbin was playing games with his mobile phone. Tang Tu was a little impatient, but he still waited for a few minutes for his crystal to be pushed down before saying, "Where's your new mobile phone?"

"Ah? Here...what?" Zhang Wenbin pointed to the glove box in front of the passenger seat.

"You can buy another one. I want to use this one. Tear off the packaging and turn it on."

"!! No, boss!! Didn't you say you don't want to change your phone? It was delivered this morning! I've been waiting for several days!" Although Zhang Wenbin was wailing, he still honestly began to unpack the package: "This layer Don’t you want a protective film?”

"No." Tang Tu asked him to simply set up the phone, stepped on the fingerprints on the screen, took the charger and returned to the container, and handed the phone to Ruan Youqing: "Take it and use it."

Ruan Youqing looked hesitant, but didn't answer it. He glanced at the brand-new mobile phone, and asked slowly after a long while: "Didn't you say it's an old mobile phone you don't use?"

"It's just well protected." Tang Tu explained.

"This is a new model released in autumn, and there are many advertisements." Ruan Youqing frowned and looked at him puzzled.

Tang Tu was dumbfounded. He thought the other party would not pay attention to this, but he was easily seen through if he didn't want to.In order to avoid deepening the misunderstanding, he had no choice but to tell the truth at the moment: "This is the new mobile phone my assistant bought. His mobile phone is not broken. Don't worry about changing it. Just ask him to buy another one. I'm afraid that yours will suddenly break down and delay Things are not good."

"It's not yours?" The other party seemed to have no temper, and did not blame him for his self-assessed offense.

Tang Tu took out his mobile phone and shook it: "Mine is the previous generation."

"Then, you can use this new one, can I use yours?" Ruan Youqing was not like the artists he had come in contact with who were also in poor conditions, and had neurotic self-esteem, but gladly accepted his ill-considered help. Let him breathe a sigh of relief.

He nodded, and the other party took the phone from him.Ruan Youqing's fingers touched his palm, it was unexpectedly warm, maybe it was because he had been basking in the sun in the glass room, but his hand seemed cold.

"It's a bit cold here. I didn't know you were coming, and the heater wasn't turned on." Ruan Youqing immediately turned around and went out to turn on the heater: "It's a little slow to heat up, you take this." He said and picked up the polar bear lying on the pillow and handed it to him , Tang Tu took the limp doll and didn't know what his intention was.

"Put your hand here." Ruan Youqing gently held one of his wrists, and pushed his hand into the bear's stomach which was open on the side, unexpectedly it was very warm inside.Tang Tu pinched it, and there was a hand warmer in the chubby doll's belly.

"This way it can keep the heat longer." Ruan Youqing said and stuffed his other hand into it.Then he sat down at the table by himself, skillfully took out the SIM card from his old mobile phone and replaced it with a new one, and handed it to him: "Log in with your ID, and the data will be transferred here. It will take a little time, and all the information will be transferred." After success, format the old phone and I can use it."

"You... are quite skilled." Tang Tu was a little surprised.

"Well, my college roommate is an electrical killer, so he always asks me to fix it for him if he can't figure it out." Ruan Youqing smiled.

Tang Tu's throat was a little tight, and he coughed uncomfortably. He took a deep breath silently, but smelled a familiar smell.It was his usual perfume, but it was much stronger than his own. He lowered his head and found that the fragrance was actually emanating from the polar bear in his hand.This bear, seems to have been placed on his bed?

Ruan Youqing calmly met his questioning eyes: "Why?"

"It smells..."

"It smells the same as yours, right." Ruan Youqing said, "The authentic product is too expensive, and I'm actually not used to using perfume, 50ml is too much. A few days ago, I found a small sample on the Internet." He took it from the iron drawer Take out a pinky-finger-sized dispensing glass bottle: "10ml is enough."

In fact, when Ruan Youqing said the phrase "smells like you", Tang Tu's always bright mind froze a bit.He basically didn't understand what was said later, until Ruan Youqing waved his fingers in front of his eyes and asked him: "Is it uncomfortable? Is it cold?" After speaking, he pushed him to the other side of the gauze curtain without waiting for his reaction. Greenhouse: "There is sun here, so it won't be so cold.

"It's okay, I'm not cold..." He finally muttered.

Tang Tu really wanted to leave now.He claims to be well versed in human affairs, but at this moment, he can't stand Ruan Youqing, a young man who thinks a little too much, and this is why he admires many artists, but always subconsciously keeps a distance from them.

"Huh? What did you say?" Ruan Youqing didn't hear clearly, and bent over to get closer to his face. Tang Tu was pushed into a chair by him and sat down. Ruan Youqing's bright eyes are like a palette, and also like reflections in water.He hasn't been so flustered for many years, and his calmness has always been praised by others, but at this moment he can't even speak.They just looked at each other silently for a while, perhaps because the baby warmer was too powerful, Tang Tu's cold hands began to ooze fine sweat.The water-green butterfly seemed not to be afraid of people, and circled around them. He took his hand out of the bear's stomach, lowered his head and rubbed the bear's head, trying to calm himself down: "I just said, I'm not cold." He changed the subject with a guilty conscience: "You raise these butterflies?"

Ruan Youqing nodded and picked up a dark red pomelo pulp from a nearby plate: "Put your hand out and don't move."

Tang Tu swallowed his saliva, fearing that he would touch it directly, so he quickly spread his palms according to his request.Ruan Youqing put the fruit into his palm, but felt that he was shaking, so he supported the back of his hand and emphasized again: "Don't move." This sentence did not imply any order, his voice was soft and deep, and he spoke slowly. It looks like a child, but it makes people unable to rebel.

The butterfly circled around for a while, but it actually landed on the grapefruit in Tang Tu's palm.It was the first time he touched an insect like this, and he gasped in amazement, but suddenly Ruan Youqing covered his mouth with his backhand, and the other's sour fingertips pressed against his lips, silently making a mouthful: don't talk.

He was very fortunate that Ruan Youqing observed the butterflies so earnestly, allowing him to take a breather when he was in a mess.

Tang Tu couldn't remember how he got back into the car. When he recovered, he was already in the parking lot downstairs. Zhang Wenbin turned his head and frowned: "Boss? Are you okay?"

He couldn't help being annoyed: "What's the matter." After speaking, he slammed the car door and pressed the elevator to go upstairs, leaving the confused assistant to watch him from the cab.

When he got home, he rushed into the bathroom, froze the shampoo and rubbed it into his hair, not knowing why he was angry.Was he shocked by Ruan Youqing's current situation, or his own gaffe?

He knows that many artists will face a difficult environment in the early stage of creation, but in this materialistic era, almost no one will stick to such a choice.And today he obviously wanted to learn about Ruan Youqing's working environment and see how those exquisite glass sculptures were made, but after entering the container, he felt as if he had lost his soul, almost unable to think.Of course he could convince himself that it was because he was shocked to see such a different person like Ruan Youqing who was born for art, but he couldn't understand what the constant palpitations were.

At night, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and when he closed his eyes, a few butterflies flew randomly in the colorful light, and the people who flew were in a mess.He could only open his eyes and smile wryly at the ceiling. He will be 29 years old next year. Seeing that he is about to enter his [-]s, he actually swayed his mind about Ruan Youqing, what does it look like.

Ruan Youqing is not overly smart, but very transparent.He is content with reality, but he has not lost the innocence in his heart.He is good at observation, sensitive but not fragile, he can be very harmonious with the world, but also out of tune.Every corner of that container was unforgettable for him.

Tang Tu has been immersed in the so-called artistic atmosphere since he was born, and every pair of hands in his parents' social circle needs to be individually insured.Those are the fingers kissed by God one by one, depicting and shaping the most beautiful and also the saddest vision of the world, heaven and hell.

Ruan Youqing should obviously be one of those people, he will become an artist.

Tang Tu suddenly felt a little sleepy when he thought that he would help him plan a way so that he could be a butterfly leaping to reality and live in his world.

Talent is precious and needs to be cared for.He justified himself in this way.

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Some people are calm and at ease, while others are crazy~