Glass Butterfly

During the Spring Festival, the gallery has a four-day holiday, from the 29th day of the new year to the third day of the first lunar month.Ruan Youqing packed the lighting tools and went back to her grandfather's house. On New Year's Eve, she set up an outdoor table on the balcony and made small gadgets. She planned to take them back and let Lu Zhen put them in the online store as a gift.

Grandpa was alone in the kitchen, singing with his voice suppressed, while making dumplings for his grandparents and grandson.

Ruan Youqing doesn't like eating dumplings very much, but he likes Laba garlic, to be precise, he likes the vinegar for soaking Laba garlic, which is sweet and sour and has a bit of spicy taste.During the Chinese New Year, I have eaten too much fish and meat, and this mouthful of sweet vinegar is especially greasy.

"New?" Ruan Youqing looked at the half-empty plate, the bottom of the plate was cracked in ice, and the layers were extremely beautiful.

"Ah."

In the past, my grandfather didn't like ice cracks, which meant that the formula was wrong, so it really became a style.

The essence of human beings is true fragrance.Ruan Youqing muttered silently in her heart.This sentence is printed on Xu Hanyi's phone case, flashing in front of his eyes every day.

He basically didn't wear a hearing aid in front of his grandfather. After eating dumplings, his grandfather watched the Spring Festival Gala by himself. Ask other people what they think about the design drawing, and the most common sentence is: I will show it to the boss... wish me luck!

They were quite jealous of Tang Tu at work. Ruan Youqing had observed that Tang Tu would not lose his temper.But when he calmly ignores people, it is more uncomfortable than losing his temper.A few days ago, Zhang Wenbin was forced to miss a pre-booked appointment because he entered the wrong address. It was a senior artist who came to a university from another place to give a lecture. Tang Tu.Tang Tu didn't say a word to Zhang Wenbin for several days after that.

Zhang Wenbin held a cup of coffee in private and complained to Xu Hanyi: "Can it be all my fault! That artist doesn't know how to use a mobile phone very much, so he asked someone to take a handwritten address for me, ink pen, Tiantai Road is written exactly the same as Yuntai Road, Look, look, don't you?"

"The boss came to visit as a junior, but he broke the appointment. I guess there will be no chances of cooperation in the future. Don't blame him for being angry... Just bear with it. Who made you blind. I think this anger may last until the next year." .” Xu Hanyi unwrapped a pack of low-calorie snacks and fed them to the downcast Zhang Wenbin: “And it’s not that they didn’t do anything to you either.”

Ruan Youqing recalled Tang Tu's angry appearance. People like him don't want to lose their composure. They just stay silent for a while, sigh, then sigh again, and then look up at the other party inadvertently. It's like a silent torture, which is quite interesting.

"Ruan Youqing!" Grandpa patted his thigh vigorously: "Your phone number!"

He took the mobile phone that his grandfather had brought for him, and found that the name that lit up on the screen was Tang Tu.

"Hello? Ruan Youqing?" Tang Tu asked, "Can you hear me?"

He replied in a low voice.

"Why can't I hear it?" Tang Tu smiled helplessly: "Noah will come over next Wednesday, do you want to meet him?"

"Think." Ruan Youqing glanced at Grandpa's desk calendar, next Wednesday is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

"We were working normally that day, and everyone had dinner together in the evening." Tang Tu asked, "I see that you have been wearing only a shirt recently, isn't it cold?"

"It's okay. Xu Hanyi said to wear formal clothes." Ruan Youqing walked slowly to the balcony. It was freezing outside, and there were a few eight-treasure candies cooling down on the table, a set of six colors, and a few shrimp dumplings.During the day he tried making translucent milk-colored glass, with a modest success.

"Did I disturb you and your family's New Year's Eve dinner?" Tang Tu's side sounded very quiet, not even the sound of fireworks.

"It's over." Ruan Youqing suddenly remembered that Tang Tu's family members were all in England: "Are you alone?"

"Well, it's in the gallery." Tang Tu smacked his lips: "The design of the wall at the entrance has been changed again. Noah thought the font was not good and replaced it with a new one, which was just passed on to me. Anyway, I have nothing to do today, so I'll come over and help him fix it." , It’s just painting the walls, there’s no technical content, and it’s better to get rid of the smell sooner.”

After hanging up the phone, Ruan Youqing crouched behind the frosted glass and looked at the dim light and fire outside the window. Even though she couldn't hear clearly, she knew that every house was very lively tonight.He suddenly felt uncomfortable, so he opened the door and went out, packed the equipment into the suitcase, turned around and went back to the living room: "I'll go back tomorrow." He said to his grandfather.

"Where's the ticket? How can I go back if I don't buy a good ticket?" The old man didn't ask him why. That's right, he thought about it when he was young, and according to his grandfather's understanding, he has a bad temper, but he never caused trouble, which made people feel at ease.

"There is a bus, I'll ask in the morning." He glanced at the dumplings left on the table: "You can help me make tofu vermicelli."

Grandpa nodded and said yes, it will be packed tomorrow morning.

"I want it now." He said, "Wrap it up and fry it, and put it in the refrigerator to freeze. I'll take it away tomorrow."

Grandpa stared at him fiercely: "What are you messing with at night!" The old man was cursing, but he still got up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen. Ruan Youqing was beside him helping him soak vermicelli, cut tofu and peel corn kernels, and hurriedly stopped him when he saw that he was about to shoot garlic: " No garlic, no onion and ginger."

He stared at his grandfather sprinkling salt, and snatched the spoon half way through: "That's enough."

"Are you feeding the birds?" Grandpa looked at him in disbelief.

"Yeah." The old man has a strong taste, Ruan Youqing didn't bother to explain, and lowered his head to cut the bamboo shoots.

"Don't you know how to do it yourself?" Grandpa saw that his men were very agile, so he wanted to go back to watch the cross talk.

"You roll the skin for me." Ruan Youqing was quite satisfied looking at the bulging dumplings.

Early in the morning, Ruan Youqing came to the station with her suitcase, before dawn.He got the ticket half an hour later as he wished, swayed and slept in the car until noon and went straight to the subway station in the city center, and then changed to the subway to Chuqing.

During the Spring Festival, the hotel business is very good. Just like Tang Tu predicted, this art hotel has become a city landmark that everyone wants to check in. People are no longer satisfied with the eternal mountains and rivers during the journey. invade every aspect of life.

He took the straight ladder to the top floor. The floor of the office was different from the restaurant lobby where people came and went. It was empty and even a little gloomy during the holidays.He swiped his card to open the door, but Tang Tu's office was not closed, the windbreaker and scarf were hung on the hangers but no one was there.Ruan Youqing spread out the suitcase, took out the flat glass lunch box, put it in the microwave oven for a while, took the last pack of sealed disposable cutlery and went straight downstairs, and saw the gallery door open from a distance, with a touch of paint on it. The smell floats over.

He walked in the door, the interior has been completely finished, the worsted gray wall has a very weak sense of presence, and the warm lighting above the picture frame is more prominent

Soft and delicate brushstrokes.Noah liked to draw reflections in the water, and Tang Tu sat on the floor with his arms around his knees, staring at a puddle on a rainy day, without noticing the person behind him.It was rare for him not to wear a suit today, but to wear a loose casual sweater over his shirt. His fingers were stained with some white paint, and he gently laid it on the loose pile of sweaters in his arms, not caring about the dirt .

Ruan Youqing sent a WeChat message asking him what he had for lunch.

Tang Tu looked at the phone for a while, stood up from the ground and patted his buttocks, turned pale with fright, widened his eyes and dodged back, saw the person coming and froze: "Why are you always so silent?" Loud." The man couldn't help complaining.

"I sent you a message..." Ruan Youqing shook his phone. He noticed that Tang Tu didn't grab his hair or wear glasses today. He was a little uncomfortable seeing elites with back hair who were used to meticulous haircuts, and ordinary people with bangs hanging softly on their foreheads. To get used to it, Tang Tu looked much younger like this, and the white paint on his hands made him look more like a painter than a businessman.

"Why are you here?" Tang Tu looked at the box of dumplings in his left hand, and motioned him to go out together. No food is allowed in the gallery.

They walked to the freshly painted wall outside the door, Ruan Youqing handed him the dumplings and said, "Try it?"

Seeing the other party hesitate, he added: "It's not hot."

"No..." Tang Tu took the lunch box and disposable tableware: "Didn't you go home. These dumplings..."

"I made it with my grandpa. You are alone, so you probably didn't eat dumplings." Ruan Youqing felt that although dumplings themselves are not delicious, they are a symbol of festivals, just like zongzi on the Dragon Boat Festival and moon cakes on the Mid-Autumn Festival. Feelings are still needed, otherwise I always feel that this year is not over.

Tang Tu pierced a dumpling whose skin was so thin that it was almost transparent with a fork and bit half of it, a faint fragrance wafted out.Ruan Youqing only asked her grandfather to add a little salt and sesame oil to the stuffing. The taste is very light. He tasted it last night. The tender tofu vermicelli with Q-bomb is served with spring bamboo shoots, which is sweet and delicious.Just don't know how much flavor will be lost after freezing overnight and then reheating: "Is it delicious?"

Tang Tu looked at him and nodded slowly, and joked with him while eating: "You came back early to give me dumplings, didn't you?"

"Yeah." Ruan Youqing didn't deny it. He couldn't say why, but he couldn't bear to hear Tang Tu's echoing voice remind him of a gloomy and empty building last night.

It wasn't cold in the building. Seeing that Tang Tu didn't speak for a long time, Ruan Youqing took off her cotton padded clothes and sat on the ground first, and patted her side: "Sit and eat."

Tang Tu sat next to him and finished eating half of the box, then closed the lid and handed it back to him: "Thank you, it's delicious."

Ruan Youqing suddenly remembered that they should pay New Year's greetings when they meet today, so she said, "Happy New Year." After speaking, she picked up the remaining half box of dumplings and ate them under Tang Tu's dull gaze.Fortunately, it is indeed not as delicious as when it was just out of the pot, but it is not bad to eat cold, it seems that the bamboo shoots are more sweet.

"New...Happy New Year." Tang Tu became a little hesitant: "You, didn't you have lunch?"

Ruan Youqing nodded while eating: "I didn't even eat breakfast."

"Then you... why don't you eat with me..." Tang Tu didn't look at him, but fixed his eyes on the disposable plastic fork: "That... I, I used it..."

"That's the only thing left." Ruan Youqing swallowed the dumplings.

"I can go downstairs to the restaurant and ask for a copy..." Tang Tu turned his head away, Ruan Youqing saw his shoulders loosen and sighed slightly, and it took him a long time to turn back.He had already guessed that Tang Tu, who was so fastidious, would not share the tableware with others, so he simply waited for him to finish eating before eating, wouldn't it be acceptable?

Tang Tu didn't mention this, and waited for him to empty the box, then returned to the gallery and took out the hollowed-out printing paper. The font of Noah Brown and the title of the exhibition "Stillwaterrundeep" are brushed out with black paint, still water runs deep.

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