Glass Butterfly

Before he saw it clearly, Tang Tu straightened up, the edge of his clothes hanging down.The flashing colors just disappeared.

Tang Tu turned around and put the glass on the sink. Ruan Youqing walked around behind him subconsciously, and pushed the soft hem of the beige home clothes up without thinking. The smooth skin faintly reflected the warm light of the home lamp.

He saw it right just now, on the waist and spine, there are three colors of black shading, fruit green, gouache, and snow blue.

Although it is not completely realistic, it can still be recognized from the color matching that this is a rose swallowtail butterfly, five centimeters in size.The tattoo artist's technique is exquisite, the lines are smooth, the wings are three-dimensional, and the colors are bright and clean.It’s just that for some reason, the hind wing on one side of the butterfly has obvious defects, as if it was torn apart by a natural enemy. Looking at the size, it is easy to think of a small praying mantis.

But it doesn't seem to be dead.Like a gecko with its tail broken, it struggles to discard the small piece of residual wing in danger, trying to keep itself alive, even if it will not be so stable when flying in the future.

Ruan Youqing traced the defect lightly with her fingertips, imagining how it would look intact. The butterfly seemed to be inspired and moved slightly.

"It's so beautiful." He couldn't help sighing, as his fingers lingered, he suddenly felt a clear tremor.

The butterfly tattoo wouldn't fly away, it just moved with the violent ups and downs of Tang Tu's back.

The only sound left in the quiet room was the sound of rapid breathing.

Tang Tu turned around and grabbed the towel around his neck, gradually getting closer to his face, Ruan Youqing could clearly see the tips of his red ears, his bloodshot eyes and slightly trembling lips.

His breathing was hot, his eyes were loose, and his eyelashes drooped.A few hours ago, he was still calm and laughing with others, elegant and self-sustaining, but now he was a little embarrassed.

Ruan Youqing laughed at him: "Are you drunk?"

As soon as the words fell, the scorching breath stopped. Tang Tu stared at him and gradually narrowed his eyes, and then distanced himself from him again after a while. The man's sigh was restrained, light and long, with a little tiredness Meaning: "Maybe."

It's okay if you know you're drunk: "Add more water and go to bed early."

Tang Tu nodded, picked up the glass bottle and wanted to pour a glass of water, but the small water droplets condensed on the surface slipped out of his hand, seeing that the bottle was about to fall, Ruan Youqing quickly caught it for him, poured another half glass of water and held it firmly in his hand : "Let's go, put it in the bedroom. You will be thirsty at night."

Tang Tu didn't speak, and let him follow behind him to the bedroom, then fell into bed and pulled the quilt over his head.

"Ruan Youqing." The voice in the quilt was muffled, he didn't wear a hearing aid, he could only vaguely hear the other party calling his name, so he had to get closer.

"what?"

The doors and windows here have excellent sound insulation, and the room was silent. He watched the undulations of the quilt getting weaker and weaker. Tang Tu said, "It's nothing, good night."

"Good night." Ruan Youqing put the cups and bottles side by side on the bedside table against the wall, turned around and went out to close the door for him.

Compared with the cold moonlight, the dawn light has a warmer tone.

He was sitting on the floor of the living room, and he couldn't look carefully last night. He reappreciated the dry landscape in the courtyard, and he also saw that the small red maple was real. Tall enough to match a small space.In winter, the fiery red leaves are like clusters of flames.

The paintings hanging on the wall are carefully selected scenery of the four seasons, different authors, different expression techniques, so they are not peaceful, and walking around the house is the cycle of the four seasons.The reason why Tang Tu deliberately did not make complicated decorations around is because Tang Tu often changes paintings, and he is also a collector.

In fact, Ruan Youqing was a little sleepy, he was used to sleeping in the cold container, he was not used to the new environment last night, and woke up several times by the heat.But the biological clock still made him wake up early in the morning.Fortunately, the artwork in the living room was enough for him to study for a while, and the waiting process was not boring at all. When he heard the noise in the living room next door, he found that more than an hour had passed without knowing it.

Tang Tu didn't seem to have slept well either, her face was slightly swollen, bulging silkworms, and the bloodshot eyes were sporadically dotted, and she didn't know if it was because she just woke up. The whole person was dumbfounded.Hearing the sound of Ruan Youqing opening the door, his eyes widened in shock, and he reacted for a long time before saying: "I almost forgot, you are here."

Ruan Youqing asked him if he was hungry and what he wanted to eat, Tang Tu shook his head and said no, someone will come to make breakfast later.Maybe it was a migraine caused by a hangover, and he immediately pressed one temple.

"Do you want to sleep again?" Ruan Youqing turned pale when he saw him.

"No, I have an appointment with Noah at the gallery at eleven o'clock. He has only seen the scene in the video before." Tang Tu rubbed his temples with both hands: "Are you okay?"

Ruan Youqing didn't have the habit of drinking, and she only drank a glass of red wine politely last night. Every time she raised her glass, she only took a small sip, not even a little drunk.

"I didn't drink much."

He hesitated for a while, but still couldn't restrain his curiosity. Before going to bed last night, he kept recalling the rose swallowtail butterfly with broken wings: "Who designed that tattoo on the back of your waist?"

Tang Tu's eyes didn't leave the screen, but his typing fingers paused for a few seconds, and he didn't answer directly: "What's wrong?"

"It's very beautiful, especially the broken wing on the right." He said truthfully, "I think it's more beautiful than any tattoos I've ever seen."

"That..." Tang Tu smiled wryly: "It wasn't specially designed. The missing part was washed off. I once wanted to wash off this tattoo."

"Why?" Ruan Youqing asked.

"...It's just..." Tang Tu touched the back of his waist with his backhand, and slightly lowered his head to recall something: "...It's just that I don't like it anymore."

For some reason, this answer did not make Ruan Youqing feel regretful, and the masterpiece he achieved by accident was even more admirable, inexplicably poignant and beautiful: "Then why do you regret it again?"

"No, it's not regret..." Tang Tu lowered his voice, "You haven't had any tattoos..."

Ruan Youqing nodded, looking at him because he didn't understand, the other party began to bite his lip again, the lip in the middle of the upper lip was repeatedly ravaged by the lower teeth, and the blood was surging.That's all, he said silently: "Tattoo removal is too painful."

Seeing his wide-eyed glasses, a rare embarrassment appeared on Tang Tu's face, which made Ruan Youqing feel novel and impolite, and wanted to change the topic but didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, the buzzing sound of the mobile phone broke the embarrassment. Tang Tu stared at the screen on the coffee table and said, "Zhang Wenbin was right when he said it was appendicitis. Surgery was arranged this afternoon."

It was only then that Ruan Youqing remembered why she stayed here.

The snow-white door was pushed open without warning, and an elderly but still dignified and capable woman stood at the door. She seemed surprised to see Ruan Youqing sitting next to Tang Tu: "Oh, is this Mr. Tang's friend... ..."

Ruan Youqing didn't wear a hearing aid, so she nodded in greeting to the other party, and subconsciously glanced at Tang Tu, who was sitting comfortably in the middle of the sofa pillows, who told him that she was the aunt who cleaned and cooked.

Auntie was busy in the kitchen for a while and brought two white plates, sprinkled with a few pickled salmon roe on the top layer, the hot spring egg was placed on a layer of avocado slices sprinkled with black pepper, and the bottom was roasted Thick cut butter toast.Tang Tu picked up the knife and slid it on the protruding surface of the boiled egg, and the semi-flowing golden yellow liquid spread out.Although Ruan Youqing felt that the half-warm eggs would not burn at all, Tang Tu still waited for a long time before putting down the knife and fork.

"Auntie, give him a cup of hot coffee." Tang Tu suddenly remembered something, and took the cup of cold milk from him.

"Okay, okay." The aunt quickly brought a cup of coffee over: "I've never seen Mr. Tang bring friends home."

This time she spoke while standing at the table for two, and Ruan Youqing heard it clearly.

This surprised him. Tang Tu seemed to be a person who could get along well with everyone. He was meticulous, smart, and good at communicating.Shouldn't it be someone who invites a few friends to come to the house for a drink and discuss anecdotes in the circle from time to time?

"Eat slowly, I'll change clothes." Tang Tu finished breakfast first and returned to the bedroom.Ruan Youqing looked down and saw that the sides of his toast had been neatly cut off and left on the plate without eating.

Tang Tu reappeared 10 minutes later, looking upright about to go out, wearing a white turtleneck sweater inside a gray suit with a herringbone pattern, and there was a vague scent of clean soap when she got close.

Ruan Youqing had no clothes to change, so she had to go back to her black body from inside to outside.

Tang Tu went directly to the gallery, Ruan Youqing went to the office on the top floor alone, Xu Hanyi waved to him as a greeting with his mobile phone turned on, and continued to drink hot tea while dealing with the matter at hand. Zhang Wenbin was about to undergo surgery. Xu Hanyi made arrangements for Tang Tu's itinerary during his sick leave for the past few days, but after explaining the business, he started chatting again.

"Brother, you're on sick leave for having your appendix removed. I'm still at work, okay! I need to make arrangements with your share!" Xu Hanyi changed her schedule on the computer, and she will act as Tang Tu's assistant in the next few days driver.

"I'm nervous about the first surgery..." Zhang Wenbin complained weakly: "Forget it, you don't want to listen to me...I'll go and tell others about the boss holding Ruan Youqing's hand yesterday..."

"Zhang Wenbin." Xu Hanyi put the porcelain cup back on the tray with a ding, and said solemnly, "Wait for me for 10 seconds." After speaking, she turned off the hands-free, turned around and left the office with her mobile phone.

Who holds whose hand?Ruan Youqing was confused.

Ten minutes later, Xu Hanyi rolled in front of Ruan Youqing from outside the door like a gust of wind, and smiled maliciously: "Handsome guy...how are you, you're still wearing this suit..."

"Zhang Wenbin went to the emergency room yesterday, and I couldn't go home. I'm staying at Tang Tu's house, so I don't have any clothes to change." Ruan Youqing finished talking first, but the girl was caught off guard.

"Ah? Uh... that... oh..." Xu Hanyi went back to her computer angrily, and after a few minutes of silence, she turned her head and slid over with a chair: "What does the old man look like? He never lets others go at home."

"Like a gallery." Ruan Youqing couldn't say anything else.There is nothing mysterious about Tang Tu's house, only one living room is worth mentioning.

"Have you seen his collection?" Xu Hanyi's eyes lit up.

"I saw a few paintings." Ruan Youqing replied.

"Whose painting!?"

"Not familiar with."

"So did you kiss?"

"No...?" Ruan Youqing looked at the girl's regretful expression suspiciously.

"Cut..." It seemed that the last question was what she wanted to ask, but she didn't get the answer she wanted, so Xu Hanyi pouted and slid back to her computer while sitting on the office chair.

Ruan Youqing thought about it carefully, and suddenly realized that Tang Tu was very close to him for a moment yesterday, so close that the tips of their noses almost touched.

At that time, Tang Tu probably wanted to kiss him, right?

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(hold back laugh)