Glass Butterfly

The other party stopped suddenly, and his body leaned back slightly, which was hardly noticeable.

However, Ruan Youqing is well versed in observing words and expressions.

I don't know if it's because he lost part of his hearing since he was a child, which made his other senses very keen. Coupled with his good observation skills, he can always capture those micro-expressions that are easily overlooked.

Just now, Tang Tu's brows trembled slightly, his lips pursed unconsciously, and he held the frame of the mirror with one hand. The enthusiasm and sincerity at the beginning completely disappeared.Although he still had a polite smile on his face now, the politeness in it couldn't escape Ruan Youqing's eyes. The other party was no longer curious, and feelings of rejection and boredom spread between the two of them.But maybe it was good upbringing that prevented the person in front of him from ending the conversation immediately, and he didn't even want to make the scene a little awkward.

This made people a little confused, Ruan Youqing didn't know where he touched the other person's brow, he just said hello from the beginning to the end.

The senior sister next to him obviously didn't notice the difference in the atmosphere, seeing that Ruan Youqing always didn't talk at all, she spoke for him: "Brother Tang Tu, this is Ruan Youqing, I watched him make the work just now, it took about a week or so Well, all in one go. Isn’t it super beautiful! He was originally a student of my dad, painting oil paintings, and transferred to the sculpture department when he was a sophomore.”

The other party listened quietly, nodded approvingly, but at the end took advantage of the situation to change the subject, saying that today was too hasty and formally visit another day, and then said goodbye to the senior sister friendly, and left with the girl's reluctant eyes.

This farewell was a bit hasty, he only glanced at Ruan Youqing briefly, nodded slightly, did not shake hands, and did not say goodbye, brushing Ruan Youqing's shoulder like a gust of wind, leaving behind a fresh and pleasant smell and a trace of inexplicable dissatisfaction.

Seeing his back disappear, the senior sister suddenly remembered something, turned her head and asked him: "Youqing, did you leave your contact information just now?"

Ruan Youqing could hear clearly at this distance even without a hearing aid, he shook his head at his senior sister.

"Ah, really...Maybe he's too busy. I thought I'd bring a secretary." The girl was a little regretful, chattering beside her, and didn't recover from the emotion just now, with a shy smile on her brows and eyes : "But my dad has his contact information, so I don't have to worry about finding it."

Don't worry about finding it, but the other party may not be interested in him and his works.Although Ruan Youqing was already used to it, she didn't want her senior to worry about her, so she asked slowly, "Who is he?"

"Didn't they just say that art broker...you don't wear a hearing aid!" The senior patted his back angrily, feeling a burning pain.With a conscience of heaven and earth, he basically understood the other party's self-introduction even after listening and reading, but there are so many art dealers, what's so special about this person?

Seeing that he was confused, the senior sister simply grabbed his mobile phone, opened the browser, searched for the word "Tang Tu", and clicked on an interview with the latest date to show him.

Tang tea, the tea of ​​Tumi.

The beginning of the news interview was Tang Tu's personal introduction, 27 years old, British Chinese. At the age of 17, he studied in Sweden, and then returned to the UK. He graduated with a master's degree in art management from Oxford University. He is the son of British painters Tang Chenxuan and Wu Feifei. His father owns three galleries in London, Edinburgh and Belfast, and there are many hot artists signed with him. Cooperation, the collection is countless.After graduating, Tang Tu worked in her own gallery in the UK for two years. Last year, despite her parents' opposition, she resolutely chose to come to China for development.The whole interview is about why he returned to China from art center Europe.

It turned out that he was a celebrity from a family of artists. At the end of the interview, there was a long list of various art exhibitions that Tang Tu participated in planning, including museums and galleries.Ruan Youqing recalled it for a while, but she didn't have much impression of Tang Chenxuan, it seemed that he had appeared in literary or business magazines.However, Wu Feifei, as one of the representative figures of contemporary Chinese painters in the past 30 to [-] years, is a familiar name.

"Brother Tang Tu visited my father and some other seniors as soon as he returned to China. He seems to be planning to open his own gallery in China. If he likes you, you should seize the opportunity. This man is famous for his unique vision." The senior sister knew that he didn't have a hearing aid, so she deliberately turned her head to speak in his ear, and all she inadvertently revealed was admiration.

Tang Tu turned to the small road outside the school gate. Zhang Wenbin, the driver and distant cousin, bought coffee from somewhere. He lay half in the driver's seat, blowing on the air conditioner and drinking coffee leisurely. It wasn't until he opened the rear door that the other party rushed to adjust. Straighten the back of the seat: "Boss, it's so fast." Tang Tu asked him to distinguish between public and private, and told Zhang Wenbin not to call him cousin. After all, he himself didn't know how far this so-called distant relative was, but he just took care of it at his father's request. , to give this ignorant rich second generation a stable job, so that he can put his mind at ease.

Tang Tu glanced at the electronic clock on the center console, it was indeed earlier than expected, if it wasn't for...

Seeing his frown tightened, Zhang Wenbin asked cautiously: "What, are you not satisfied? A few people were interested in reading the brochures two days ago, and what...you are so young."

"Ruan Youqing." At that time, he still felt that the name was a bit special, and wanted to have a chance to ask what the allusion was.

He took out his phone and clicked on the photo album. The last dozen or so photos were taken of Ruan Youqing's graduation work, which is an extremely rare sculpture with glass as the main body, named "Wet".

In the picture is an old wooden cabinet half a person's height, with mottled brown paint, and a finger-wide gap left halfway through the door. It doesn't look like a work of art, but like an old piece of furniture in an old house that has been in disrepair. Tang Tu came here for this cabinet today.

There was no one in the small exhibition hall, so he squatted in front of the cabinet and touched it. The old wood was a bit brittle, and he probably picked it up from the garbage dump in the flea market.Take a closer look, there are a few slender milky-white mushrooms hanging upside down from the lower edge of the cabinet, translucent, with a small umbrella cap, but the size of a baby's finger, not very eye-catching.But after taking a photo and zooming in, the umbrella cap can actually see the detailed colors and patterns.It is easy to think of a corner of a house that has been left unoccupied for a long time, or that has been neglected to be cleaned. If he hadn’t read the introduction of the work in advance, he might not have the courage to open this simple cabinet door, as if he would be greeted by disgusting mold. odor.

He slowly opened the door of the cabinet which was concealed, and the cold and gloomy light came out. What caught his eyes was a corner of the forest like a puzzle. The whole bottom of the cabinet was covered with fungi of various sizes and shapes. The mushrooms are crystal clear under the light, colorful shadows overlap in the space, and there is even a tone of spruce and cedar floating in the cabinet.

If it's just like this, it can be regarded as an amazing and exquisite decoration at best, and it will definitely not attract him so much.

In the center of the cabinet, there was a translucent blue mushroom with a good-looking appearance. He couldn’t name it. It was lying on the side. The glass stalk was crushed, leaving half a trace of hoof or paw prints, and it was not far in front of it. A white bamboo fungus, most of the cap was torn off by the teeth, leaving half with irregular edges.

It seems that the animals passing by here are only experienced animals who know how to choose non-toxic fungi to satisfy their hunger.

Leaving aside the remarkable blowing and lass thermoplastic techniques, it has to be said that at the moment when he saw the footprints and tooth marks, Tang Tu suddenly felt a sense of healing, as if the little animal came from his heart. After running, the clumps of fungi were shaken by the foot wind when they left.

He was eager to meet the young author, and wanted to ask him what this passing animal was.

He contacted Li Yuyao, waited eagerly halfway up the stairs, and saw Ruan Youqing from afar.

The man was thin and tall, and his broken hair was not so dark, but it didn't look like it had been dyed.Wearing a simple T-shirt, jeans and canvas shoes, the whole body is only black, white and gray, without any jewelry, so plain that he doesn't look like an art student, but with a pair of long straight legs, he walks up the stairs through the crowd .

The moment the other party raised his head, Tang Tu inexplicably felt his head was stung by some insect, and he saw a pair of unusually clear eyes with bright eyes, which seemed to light up everywhere he went.He squeezed his numb fingertips, and introduced himself to this charming young man in a friendly manner.

Ruan Youqing looks calm, but he doesn't feel nervous, which makes people feel good.

During the year Tang Tu returned to China, he met many young people who aimed to be artists. Unfortunately, in his opinion, most of them could not realize their dreams.They are impatient, they are confused, they are nervous, and worry about gains and losses. They are always asking: "Do you think there is a way for me to paint like this? When can I increase the price?"

Tang Tu really wanted to tell them that when you asked this sentence, more than half of the motivation for signing the contract had been lost.

Whether a young man can become an artist and whether there will be a market in the future depends not only on how solid your skills are, but more importantly, where you put your mind.The relationship between art and business is not something an artist should consider. As an artist, he only needs to focus on expressing the content. He has always been very accurate in seeing people, and Ruan Youqing in front of him looks like such a person.

Seeing that the young man didn't talk much, he continued to talk, but when he was talking, he was a little uncomfortable to be seen by those eyes.The other party stared at his lips, his upper body leaned forward slightly, and his eyes were a little... too focused. Of course, he knew that artists were generally sentimental and frivolous, but this felt scalp-numbing, too much like flirting.He couldn't help thinking that when he met his ex-boyfriend many, many years ago, he was watched like this.

Tang Tu's heart sank, and the good feelings accumulated from the work to the first sight disappeared in an instant.

He was suddenly a little disappointed. The person in front of him seemed to be nothing special. He wanted to use himself just like those people who were eager for quick success and wanted to find a big tree to rely on.If Ruan Youqing asked for help openly one day in the future, Tang Tu might not be unwilling to help, but it was the first time they met, and this kind of frivolous hint was exactly the way he disliked the most. thought.

He was annoyed in his heart, but he was used to keeping calm, so he silently put away his rare curiosity and found a suitable opportunity to leave with an excuse. There is no need to turn against each other when we meet by chance.

It's just that he didn't have time to ask, what is the little animal walking among the bunch of mushrooms.

Tang Tu shook his head and said, "It's a pity." He checked and deleted the group of photos, and said to Zhang Wenbin, "Go back."

Just pretend you've never seen it.He should have understood at the first sight of Ruan Youqing that a good-looking skin is not necessarily a good thing for an artist.

As the car drove away from the University City, Tang Tu couldn't help but sighed as he looked at the street scene. Not only did he fail to find the treasure, but he also felt palpitations inexplicably. Perhaps it was because he cherished talent, and he hadn't encountered a work that touched his heart for a long time.

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