Glass Butterfly

Ruan Youqing played with the candies and waited until she was hungry, and then she got hungry again.During the period, I saw the boss painting cakes for the employees in the company group chat, half a month before the new year, and the ambitious businessmen didn't mention the year-end bonus. Ruan Youqing could see that everyone was a little discouraged, and most of them stayed in small companies The people are muddling along.

Tang Tu also asked him if he wanted to move out of the container. Leaving aside the convenient glass-making environment in Venice, he weighed the 4000 yuan he got every month, and compared the prices on the rental website. Not within the Fifth Ring Road, other than sleeping more comfortably, it was meaningless to him.

The moment he closed the renting website, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open. Few people wore light-colored suits so nicely. Tang Tu quickly walked up to him and stood still. Alright."

Ruan Youqing was taken aback for a moment, obviously he came uninvited and it was his turn to say sorry, so he hurriedly shook his head and stood up: "It's okay." Unexpectedly, with such a movement, his stomach grumbled softly as if in coordination with Qu. Especially noticeable in quiet indoors.Tang Tu was taken aback, and sighed helplessly: "Really, why didn't I pour you a glass of water and get something to eat..." Then he opened the refrigerator door and frowned and searched: "I was in a meeting just now, and she didn't wait until the meeting Tell me someone is waiting for me when it's over." He turned his back to the door and didn't notice that the little girl he was complaining about was standing there holding a stack of brochures, Ruan Youqing looked at her awkwardly for a few seconds, and Xu Hanyi cleverly put everything away Quietly stuffed it into Ruan Youqing's arms, sticking out his tongue at him and rubbing oil on his feet.

"I don't have anything to eat here. Let's go downstairs and eat. There should be a place for this restaurant." Tang Tu turned around and was taken aback when he saw the things in his arms: "...Where is she?"

Ruan Youqing pointed at the door: "Run away..."

People with weak facial features can easily hide their emotions.Tang Tu stared at the empty doorway and shook his eyebrows slightly, as if to stop himself from frowning, just like the first time the two met.Ruan Youqing has observed that many successful people do this to the point of being happy and unhappy, but as long as they observe carefully enough, those micro-expressions and small movements will always betray them. For example, now Tang Tu subconsciously scratched and bit his upper lip with his lower teeth Zhu, her lips turned white for a moment.

"Didn't it mean to eat?" He didn't want to trouble the assistant girl because of his sudden visit, and he didn't want to make Tang Tu unhappy, but he just waited for more than an hour.Sure enough, upon hearing what he said, Tang Tu raised her half-drooped eyelashes and smiled at him: "Let's go."

He came to the downstairs restaurant not long after it opened, together with Yang Liu.This time, I sat with Tang Tu in a semi-enclosed area, which provided better privacy.Seeing them bowing politely, the waiter only took a menu and handed it to Ruan Youqing.

He pushed lightly and said to Tang Tu, "I can do it."

Tang Tu nodded, raised his chin and whispered to the leaning waiter: "It's still the same. No need to serve wine."

The first dish came quickly, which was grapefruit salad. The white disc was like a canvas, and in the middle was a cluster of light-colored food like flower clusters, which could be eaten up in one or two bites.Ruan Youqing raised her head after eating. The light in the space was dim but warm, like candlelight. Such an atmosphere would relax people's nerves. Tang Tu's eyes were not as focused as they were in the office just now, and there was a trace of fatigue in the corners of his eyes.

"Are you usually so busy?" Ruan Youqing asked.

"Not necessarily, but it's not too late today, at least it's your own dinner time."

Ruan Youqing originally thought that the work in the gallery was relatively easy. After all, those who are willing to collect art are in his opinion upper-class people with affluent lives, and they are far away from such words as overtime: "Gallery, busy?"

"Most of the time, it's okay, but recently I'm preparing for a solo exhibition. I mentioned it to you, Noah Brown. I went to London to finalize the theme and time with him at the end of last year, just a week after the Spring Festival." He flipped through Mobile phone calendar: "There are still more than 20 days, including a few days off."

As he spoke, another dish was served, which was still a cold appetizer.Ruan Youqing silently stuffed the little cuttlefish with the black foamy condiment into his mouth and continued to listen.He remembered this Noah, Tang Tu said before that he was the winner of the Montrouge Red Mountain Salon Award last year, so it seems that he should not be very old, after all, the purpose of this award is to discover new artists.

"Noah usually starts painting in the afternoon and keeps painting until dawn. He said that inspiration always comes to him at night." Tang Tu always straightened his back when he spoke. Ruan Youqing thought it was because of the restraint of the suit at first, but now he just Wearing a shirt still maintains this posture, even if it looks tired.

"So you are always in contact with the eight-hour time difference?" Ruan Youqing asked.

"Yeah. Occasionally, he would bring up details in the middle of the night and call me excitedly." Tang Tu bit her lip, "I can't wait for the artist's emotions, the taste will change after a while, so I can't reply the next day. "

When the main course was served, Ruan Youqing was not happy at all even though he was not picky about food.The pink duck breast is served with some side dishes. It is tender and tastes impeccable, but it is just as it looks, warm and cool.He is used to eating something warm in winter nights, after all, it is very cold after staying in the container for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Tang Tu stared at the plate in a daze when he saw him take a bite, and put down the knife and fork: "Not to your liking?"

"No. I'm not picky about food." Ruan Youqing said, "It's just that I'm not used to Western food, it's cold."

"It's okay, I'll ask them to add snow crab porridge for you." Tang Tu called the waiter to add more dishes, and then looked at him with a smile.

Ruan Youqing was a little embarrassed, and changed the subject and asked, "Why did you choose Noah? I have read your previous interview, and this time I returned to China to discover young domestic artists and revitalize the art market here."

"Yes, but don't be impatient. Although the market has potential, it doesn't happen overnight." Tang Tu added a cup of tea for Ruan Youqing, but he didn't add it himself. Most young artists don’t get much recognition, which makes everyone very impatient. After they finally make a name for themselves, they start eager for quick success and want to raise prices. They don’t think about the market very much. They think it’s something that galleries and brokers should consider. If it cannot be sold, it means that the other party is not capable enough. But in fact, it is a slow process to promote artworks to the public.”

They ate and chatted for more than an hour. The fish was very fresh, the meat was very smooth and tender, and the spices on the side dishes were just right to complement the ingredients.It was too cold, and after eating a lot, there was always an illusion of emptiness in his stomach. Ruan Youqing waited and hoped for the snow crab porridge, and watched the waiter help him fill a small half bowl and put it in front of him.He picked up the bowl and couldn't wait to take a bite. The crab meat was sweet, mixed in the stewed white rice porridge, and the sporadic white pepper brought a warm and familiar burning sensation.

"This is delicious." A thin layer of mist rose from the table, floating between him and Tang Tu. The other party took off his thin-rimmed glasses and looked at him with a smile in his eyes.Ruan Youqing suddenly realized that the waiter only filled a bowl for him and then left, ignoring Tang Tu.Is it a mistake?

He put down the bowl and spoon: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Tang Tu was taken aback: "Go ahead and eat. I'll eat later."

It's a bit strange to be watched eating like this, Ruan Youqing picked up the large porcelain spoon on the side and took a clean bowl, and filled half of the bowl for him and handed it over: "Let's eat together."

Tang Tu took the small bowl and hesitated to say yes, then picked up the small spoon next to the plate.

Ruan Youqing continued to eat, but found that she had finished half of the bowl and Tang Tu was still blowing on the first spoonful of porridge.

"...You don't like this?" He couldn't help asking.

"No. It's a little hot." Tang Tu glanced at him quickly.

It's not hot...and it's been blowing for so long...Ruan Youqing filled another bowl and quickly drank it. Isn't it comfortable to eat porridge hot?

Ruan Youqing thought of the stray cats wandering around the factory in Venice. They often sneaked into the kitchens of the surrounding factories in search of food, and they were often found knocking over the dishes because they were too impatient and accidentally ate the food that was not completely cooled.

"What are you laughing at..." Tang Tu didn't raise his eyes, but from the corner of his eyes, he also noticed that he had no hidden smile.

Ruan Youqing said, "You are a cat's tongue."

"Huh?" Tang Tu raised his head: "What?"

"A cat's tongue. It's naturally sensitive and afraid of being hot," he explained.

Tang Tu didn't answer his words again, slowly lowered his head, and carefully ate the second mouthful of porridge.

Ruan Youqing didn't know what emotions he had cleared up during this pause, but felt that the other party didn't seem to want to talk about it, so he asked, "Can I go to the art exhibition?"

"Are you talking about Noah? Of course. Why, are you interested in oil painting? I heard from Yuyao that you also studied oil painting in your first year, and then you transferred to the sculpture department."

"Fortunately, I am more interested in the gallery's exhibitions. The gallery is quite mysterious."

"Ha." Tang Tu laughed when he heard him say this: "This is the first time I hear an artist describe a gallery like this. Logically speaking, shouldn't we think that we are businessmen who feed on the flesh and blood of artists?"

"It's hard to say. I don't know much about it, I've only heard about it." Ruan Youqing has a general understanding of the mechanism of cooperation between galleries and artists, most of which are contracted agents or consignment: "It sounds like 50.00% is really high."

He didn't think that he would have the opportunity to become a signed artist. He only heard that most of the way out of the sculpture industry was urban design, garden design and interior design, but he didn't expect that his job would be so difficult to find.

"So are you still hesitating whether to sign a contract with me?" Tang Tu seemed to be back to work. He brought back his glasses, covered the pair of glasses that lacked some lethality but were extremely friendly, and folded his arms across his chest.

"It has nothing to do with this." Ruan Youqing denied: "I just want to know how artists survive."

"Why don't you come and see for yourself. Do you want to come to the gallery to do things first, and see how vampires manage an artist, how to communicate with collectors, and how to sell art. Except for Mr. Li Yunchuan, my gallery Most of the signings are young artists under the age of 40, I think you should be interested."

Ruan Youqing nodded, then shook his head again. He almost forgot that although he was very free, he was a person with a job: "Maybe... I don't have time."

"Do you like your current job?" Tang Tu asked.

Ruan Youqing said without hesitation that she didn't like it, but it was a job that would allow her to survive. The senior sister said that the work experience related to the profession would also facilitate him to seize the opportunity to change jobs.

"Then you might as well resign and work as an assistant in the gallery. Isn't this also related work experience?" Tang Tu wiped his hands with a fresh hot towel, which smelled like mint.

Ruan Youqing thought for a while: "Okay. Then I will hand in my resignation letter tomorrow."

Tang Tu seemed a little dumbfounded: "...you...are you going to resign without waiting for my contract?"

Ruan Youqing understood the meaning of the words and replied: "I don't think you will lie to me."

He knew that his speech was very jumpy, but it was obvious that Tang Tu could understand it very well every time.

"Isn't it..."

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I haven't worked together for a few days hhhh