Glass Butterfly

Tang Tu and Gu Ying just met each other, although the phrase "I don't fall in love with artists" did come from Tang Tu himself.

Ever since he broke up with that romantic Italian man in college, he has secretly made up his mind that he will only appreciate artists and not love them.There is a natural gap between an artist and a mortal. He understands and confirms it, so he no longer tries to cross it.

"Gu Ying, you misunderstood." The first priority is to appease the lunatic in front of him, Tang Tu explained to him in a normal tone, "Ruan Youqing is still young, I just helped him sell the first prize at the London Art Fair. This piece of work, last night we just had a meal and celebrated together."

"Ha, so you chose that newcomer's work from so many works to take to London? Have a meal... I saw you guys kissing Tang Tu. I followed him to the subway, and we went the same way." Gu Ying The blue and dark circles under his eyes made his face full of sickness, "No matter how you look at him, he is not just celebrating with you. You can't hide the eyes you like. I can understand it."

Thinking of Ruan Youqing's smile when he said goodbye, Tang Tu's heart stopped beating and his throat choked up, looking extremely speechless.

Gu Ying stood up on the table and shouted at him: "Do you dare to say that you have no selfishness towards him! Didn't he just sign the contract! Why did you take his works all the way to London? Didn't you want to take mine? !" The other party was talking nonsense, as if he had forgotten that he hadn't had a new work for a long time.

"Because his works are good enough." Tang Tu, who was still a little guilty, became displeased with his questioning.He dare not say that he is selfless, but Ruan Youqing's talent as an artist is beyond doubt.He opened Bubble's photo and turned the notebook over.

Gu Ying stared down at the screen, his face began to contort in pain.

"Liar." He murmured and kept repeating, "They are all liars. Why don't you talk about falling in love with an artist...you obviously like him..."

Gu Ying casually grabbed a pen, which was Visconti's Van Gogh series, and the body of the pen was covered with the charming colors of Starry Night.His arms were trembling violently, the veins on the back of his hand were protruding, and he stared fiercely at Tang Tu's notebook screen, as if looking at some monster, then subconsciously pulled off the pen cap, raised his right hand less than 20 cm in front of Tang Tu, and The steel point was poked at the skin of the left wrist.The tip of the pen wasn't sharp, but it couldn't stand his madman's strength, the skin was punctured and became scarred, and the steel tip was deformed visible to the naked eye.

"No. Gu Ying, calm down, I don't... I don't... I'm happy..." Tang Tu took a deep breath, walked around to his side vigilantly, still maintaining a calm tone, "I don't like anyone " He tried to appease the other party to stop self-harm, "Gu Ying, let go of your hand first." He caught the hand waving the pen when the other party hesitated, "How can you draw when your hand is injured? "

Tang Tu saw sporadic and unusual pinholes and messy scars on the skin of the forearm that was exposed from time to time. This tragic scene confirmed his guess in his heart that this person is now unconscious.Gu Ying fell into a certain degree of relationship delusion, even delusion of being persecuted.

"I was about to call you just now. I wanted to go and see your paintings..." Tang Tu coaxed him to sit down and pressed the alarm call.

"Liar!" The person who had been quiet for less than half a minute suddenly erupted. He was so thin that only a bone remained, but his strength was frighteningly strong.Tang Tu was pushed hard against the door by him. The wooden door was ajar. When the door opened, he fell backwards, watching the tip of the pen poke at his eyes.

The delicate steel tip flashed coldly, and Tang Tu stretched out his hand to cover his face. If he was poked like this, it would hurt a lot...

Since he can remember, he has been more afraid of pain than ordinary people. He felt embarrassed when his parents and friends laughed at him, but there was nothing he could do.When he had his wisdom teeth extracted in high school, he was so painful that he passed out on the dental chair. When he woke up, a room full of people surrounded him like a joke. The doctor said to his father who took time out of his busy schedule to accompany him: "It's the first time I've seen him. To a boy as delicate as Young Master Ling."

He was ashamed and indignant, but he also forced himself not to run away, and welcomed doubts and contempt openly, because he knew that avoiding would only lead to more ridicule, and people like to beat the dog in the water most.

He didn't understand why he was like this, even worse than a child.But even where the skin feels itchy, if you accidentally scratch it too hard, it will be hot for a while before the burning sensation subsides.In adolescence when his height grew too fast, he used to be unable to sleep all night because of the growing bone pain in his legs.

After he grew up, he checked the information repeatedly and learned that some people in this world are naturally sensitive to pain. The culprit is a group of genes called S9NCA. In some people, it mutates, causing the pain to be transmitted more intensely.But it's hard for others to understand, and everyone just thinks he's making excuses for his weakness.So much so that in junior high school, he couldn't bear the bullying of his classmates and returned to China to study.

The most painful time in this life should be the tattoo on the back.At that time, he was lying on the tattoo chair biting his clothes and shaking, tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably, from the first stroke to the last, he was almost collapsed.But no one told him that tattoo removal was more painful. He gritted his teeth and persisted for a while, and almost passed out again. His nails scratched his palms and he had to stop.

"Are you okay?" Ruan Youqing's voice was close at hand, and a small air flow rushed to his ears, and the half-hidden door was pulled open, and Ruan Youqing stood at the door.He supported Tang Tu's back with one hand, and grasped Gu Ying's attacking wrist with the other, his brows were still calm and composed.

Tang Tu stood firm, just in time to wait for the security guard at the door to see Gu Ying, who was ferocious and out of control, rushing up to control him, and the deformed Xingyue Ye was thrown to the corner of the room.

Not long after, the police arrived and took Gu Ying away after a brief questioning.

Tang Tu looked at Gu Ying's hands handcuffed behind his back. They had painted touching colors before.He didn't know where this painter who couldn't stand the time would be sent, and he didn't know whether he could quit successfully, but it was almost impossible for him to continue his artistic career, and miracles didn't happen so easily.

Tang Tu was worried that negative news would affect the reputation of the gallery and other contracted artists, and urged Cheng Mo and Xu Hanyi to do a good job in public relations.

"When did you come?" Xu Hanyi tidied up the messy house and left, Tang Tu was finally able to be alone with Ruan Youqing.

"Together with that person. He came to me downstairs, saying that he was a contracted painter, and he wanted to come to the gallery to find Xu Hanyi, and asked if I could bring him up with him." Ruan Youqing's straightforward eyes fell on his face, which was impressive uneasy.

"Thank you." He didn't know if it was a coincidence, but it was not the security guard who stopped the pen tip for him, but Ruan Youqing. He lowered his head and found a red line four or five centimeters long hanging from the outside of the tiger's mouth on the other side's left hand. The edge was swollen. It should be The one who was scratched by Gu Ying just now: "Hiss, your hand..."

He dragged the person to check under the light, but fortunately the wound was only superficially floating on the surface, and there was no bleeding: "Are there any other wounds?"

Ruan Youqing shook her head: "Isn't he the artist you signed, why did it become like this..."

"At the beginning, I thought he had potential, but I didn't expect him to be unable to overcome my desire." Tang Tu found an iodophor cotton swab from the refrigerator and wiped the red and swollen wound on his hand. "He... wants to succeed so much."

"Why did you come here today without saying hello? What are you here for?" Tang Tu asked Ruan Youqing.

The other party didn't answer right away, and it took a long time before he spoke slowly: "...passing by, let's take a look."

Tang Tu laughed and didn't expose him.Did you pass by here after two hours of bumpy travel from the industrial park?

"You...don't fall in love with artists." Ruan Youqing said nonchalantly, "Have you told everyone that?"

"No...it's just what I said when I was interviewed by a magazine a few years ago." Probably because the argument with Gu Ying just now was a bit loud, and everyone outside the door heard it.But he never hides it.

"It's nothing." Ruan Youqing pursed her lips, with a clear face, and said generously, "After all, the fate between people is very delicate, and it's really rare to like each other. I thought you liked me too, so I just wanted to make sure .”

……

This person seldom spoke long sentences, Tang Tu's head started to knot up again, and Ruan Youqing's thoughts kept wandering.But what exactly was he trying to confirm?What is "you like me too"?

"You... what are you talking about..."

"I should understand, if it's you." Ruan Youqing tilted her head, "I mean, I'm barely an artist, and you don't like artists. You don't like me either. I heard it just now."

He spoke logically, with regrets but not sadness, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.It took Tang Tu a lot of effort to suppress her beating heart, and turned around to close the door.He struggled to sit on the chair and looked at the person leaning against the table, who also lowered his eyes to look at him.

"You..." Tang Tu felt that the topic should end here, but the voice in his heart kept asking himself whether his liking for Ruan Youqing was within the controllable range. Could this young man be different?Should he give himself a chance?

Ruan Youqing never liked to beat around the bush.

Every time Tang Tu was deep in thought, he would subconsciously ravage his lips.

So he stretched out his hand to stop those restless teeth, rescued the bloody lips that were about to be bitten at any time, rubbed them gently, and took away his fingers after confirming that the color had returned to original: "I always bite like this!" It hurts so much," he said.

Tang Tu's slightly frowning brows tightened even more, almost sadly.

He reached out his hand to the collar of Ruan Youqing's sweater, and tore him off.

Maybe all human lips are warm like this.The bitter fragrance of the cold-extracted oolong still remained between the soft lips and teeth. Ruan Youqing felt the other party's exploration, so she opened her teeth relaxedly, allowing it to invade and entangle with it.They responded to each other quietly but enthusiastically, until Ruan Youqing felt that the front of his chest was loosened, and Tang Tu's fingers gradually lost strength.

It is very hard to kiss with the head up, the neck muscles are tightened, the airway is pulled, and there will be a feeling of suffocation after a long time.Tang Tu seemed to be tired, and his lips parted a little.

Ruan Youqing thoughtfully caught his chin with his index finger, letting him put more effort into it, and kissed him again before the other party's chaotic panting subsided.

This feeling is dizzying and unstoppable, especially when his not very bright ears catch the mixed short sighs and the sound of wet water in the other person's nose, he feels that many parts of the brain are releasing ambiguous currents.

After so many years, why didn't he taste such happiness earlier.

Ruan Youqing couldn't help but blame herself.He let go of that lip again and again, and watched as the light of wisdom and reason disappeared from Tang Tu's eyes little by little, and finally there was only a human eye wave left.

This love made him happy, and he couldn't remember reading a book, saying, "Loving each other is a one-in-a-million miracle."

Could it be that one in a million was really encountered by him?

"Have you ever liked anyone?" Tang Tu finally calmed down his messy breathing and asked with his head down.

"Maybe." Ruan Youqing was not sure if she liked it, and she would never know.

"Who is it?"

"Last time you asked me why I chose glass among so many media, right?" Ruan Youqing was finally able to talk about Jiang Jilan and her childhood past to another person.

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dear~

And then gone...