Glass Butterfly

Ruan Youqing took Tang Tu to see Beiyi Glass, which was famous in the Meiji period. Building No. [-] was rebuilt from a warehouse. There were no windows in the tall space, and rows of bright glass oil lamps reflected the charming light.

"They also make smudged glass, like watercolor paint." Ruan Youqing searched Lin Lang's shelves, and finally found the target. He held a half-sized flat glass plate and handed it to Tang Tu, "Does it look good? This multi-color Smudged lines have a liquid texture, which I've been practicing recently."

Glass is wonderful, it is solidified light, and it can also act as flowing water.

Although Otaru is small, the large and small art museums are enough for them to stroll slowly for two days.Tang Tu usually has the courage to go out when the sun is high, eat, eat and stroll along the canal lit with snow lanterns.

"After meeting Mr. Kawai tomorrow, I'm going to go back." Tang Tu's martin boots had hard soles, which creaked the snow.

Ruan Youqing nodded. Tang Tu is very busy and enjoys his job. It is a luxury to be able to leave everything behind and accompany him for a few days: "Last time Zhang Wenbin came to take me to Sapporo for something to eat. It was called Takahashi House. I will take you there." .”

Tang Tu pursed her lips: "You...won't you keep me?"

"...Can you stay?" Ruan Youqing noticed a trace of dissatisfaction on his face, "Aren't you happy?"

"Not at all." Tang Tu took the initiative to hold his hand, and Ruan Youqing always felt that he showed a state of desperation from time to time, such as when they kissed, or when they hugged him that night, such as just now.

"Can you tell me why you don't fall in love with an artist, I want to know." He has never been in a relationship before, and he can't imagine why Tang Tu would be so uneasy under the satisfaction of being in love with each other, "With your past boyfriend About it, I asked Zhang Wenbin."

"...What nonsense is he talking to you..." Tang Tu looked at him warily with black lines on his face, "How does that kid know about me, don't listen to his nonsense."

"Then I'll listen to you." Ruan Youqing dragged him back, "I don't want you to be unhappy with me."

He silently said something to Zhang Wenbin in his heart, I am really sorry.

"How can you be unhappy." Tang Tu squeezed his hand, "Are you hungry, let's buy something to eat and go home."

Contrary to Ruan Youqing's imagination, Tang Tu has only been in love once, and it dates back to 10 years ago.

"I wasn't even 20 years old at that time, I just started college." Tang Tu came back with a bottle of sake, and poured it into a handmade sake cup picked from Beiyi Glass in the afternoon, paired with plump white sea urchin and Kinmey sashimi sips.

Tang Tu never mentioned Benito to anyone, that Italian man two years older than him, handsome, intelligent, romantic and affectionate.It was his first love, and it was also the fuse that made him disillusioned with love.

Tang Tu was born into a high-profile artistic family of parents.The outside world took it for granted that his parents' powerful genes would naturally combine into a natural strong man, so Tang Tu spent his childhood and adolescence either holding books or painting brushes, and had little time to play, let alone fall in love. Even if he is free occasionally, his father will take him to art museums or galleries.He has a unique aesthetic through the influence of his ears and eyes, but he cannot ask for talent and talent, and he was born without it.It wasn't until high school that the parents seemed to have to accept that their son was just an average painter who would never be a painter.A well-planned, artist's path was interrupted.

Disappointed, he escaped from his disappointed parents and chose to study in Sweden. In the first semester of his freshman year, he met Benito from the Department of Oil Painting.

"Have you ever seen an Italian man?" Tang Tu half-lyed on the sofa and looked down at Ruan Youqing who was sitting on the floor, who shook his head while resting his chin.

"They... regard affection as romance. But at that time I was too young, and I hadn't had much contact with my peers seriously. The seniors couldn't resist chasing and coaxing casually. But he is indeed quite talented and handsome. Blonde skin, brown hair, blue eyes...or what color, anyway, when the sun shines on those eyes, they look like gems, and I don't know how many people in the school like him." Tang Tu paused, searching for that face in his memory , It’s true that I can’t remember whether he has blue eyes or green eyes. “And he is extremely enthusiastic. In addition to painting in life, he is also in love. For him, love is more important than eating and sleeping, so he is very clingy. He draws countless Zhang puts me in the apartment, the one who reads, the one who eats snacks, the one who buys flowers, and the one who is in a daze. He will put me in the car in the middle of the night on my birthday, and wait for me to be caught again. When he wakes up, he sees the most brilliant aurora. He will praise me endlessly, more praise than I have received since I was born."

But the feelings come fiercely and dissipate quickly.Especially when the lover's response is not strong enough, it is easy for them to turn around.

Tang Tu emptied the small wine glass and put it on the table, and Ruan Youqing filled another glass for him.

"I was shy and slow at the time. But it didn't mean I wasn't devoted. After three months with me, he felt that I was too rigid and conservative, not like an artist, so he gradually treated me Lost interest, and I have just thrown myself into love, tasted it, how can I let it go so easily."

Before Benito's birthday, Tang Tu wanted to give him a surprise, and also wanted to work hard to overcome her weakness.He remembered Benito asking his name when he first spoke to him.The handsome Italian man looked at his eyes from a close distance and repeated his Chinese name strangely, and said to him happily: "Your name sounds like the English word tattoo, so you should have a tattoo."

"Overcome weakness..." Ruan Youqing also drank a few sips of wine with him.

"I'm afraid of pain, especially so." Tang Tu laughed at himself. He didn't explain the medical theory behind this to Ruan Youqing.He was very afraid that his performance with his boyfriend would be too outrageous for the first time and leave bad feelings for the other party, so he refused to agree to the end with him, and Benito was also very considerate and did not force him.

He took the butterfly drawn by Benito on the cover of his sketchbook to find the best tattoo artist. If he can bear the pain, he must be able to easily bear the pain of the first love, so that he doesn't have to keep scanning. Benito's happiness, the two can be more intimate, together forever.

Benito encouraged him at the beginning: "Tattoos don't hurt, and children can bear it. Shall we get a pair of tattoos together? How about butterflies, which represent love and soul."

But when he was pale and knocked on the door of Benito's dormitory with the beautiful butterfly on his back, he saw the blonde beauty wrapped in a messy quilt.The person who opened the door was naked, and the golden sunlight falling on the golden skin was extremely dazzling. Tang Tu's mind went blank. After saying happy birthday to him, he turned and ran away.

"I just... just slept with her." A few days later, Benito knelt down in front of Tang Tu on one knee: "I'm drunk...you know I haven't made out with anyone for a long time...I'm sorry, I won't I will have something to do with her again..." He took out a ring and pushed it to the root of his ring finger despite Tang Tu's struggle, "Before you, I have never been rejected like this. I went to the bar to drink in a moment of confusion. That girl Just a classmate who happened to meet."

Looking at his gem-like eyes, Tang Tu was a little confused. He knew that artists were born with passion, so could it really be his own problem?Is it because I am hypocritical, boring, and conservative that Benito is forced to drink and have a one-night stand to vent his emotions?

"Don't lie to me." Tang Tu couldn't refuse this beautiful face, nor could he refuse his sincere and warm feelings.It was the first time to be held in the palm of one's hand and loved like this, and he tried to trust the other party with a fluke mentality.

And Benito did not break his promise, he did not have anything to do with that girl as he promised, but he couldn't help hooking up with other people.He swears that the person in my heart is Tang Tu, you, and I only want to satisfy my desire with them.His attitude became more and more casual. Tang Tu knew that the relationship would die out, whether it was in his heart or Benito's.

"Tang Tu, we are artists and small human beings." The talented Italian painter always has a set of irrefutable rhetoric. He expresses loyalty to his lover as bondage and betrayal as inspiration.He said that we are all a moment in the universe, and we don't have to stick to secular standards.

Tang Tu couldn't deny the insignificance of human beings, couldn't deny that this life was short, and couldn't persuade the other party to give up the nature of instant pleasure.Especially the group of artists who rely on inspiration, experience, and emotion as fuel, they can't understand soft spot, can't understand peace.They want to be fresh, to stimulate, to collide.And their lovers are all victims of art.

Picasso said that no one will occupy a really important position in my heart.To me women are like specks of dust floating in the sun, and with one wave of a broom they have to fly out the door.

"In retrospect, although I was naive at the time, I didn't get it wrong." Tang Tu supported his head and looked at Ruan Youqing. "In the following years, I have come into contact with countless artists. Famous, unknown, men, women, young and old .For those who regard art as a lifelong pursuit, love has little weight in their eyes. Some people use their lovers to find inspiration, and some people use admiration in exchange for care. If you have enthusiasm, try to embrace as much as you can, and once you calm down, you will kick them away. Even my parents ... They also acquiesced in each other's affair, pretending not to see it."

Ruan Youqing finally understood why Tang Tu repeatedly emphasized that he would not fall in love with the artist.

But he still thinks that dividing human beings into "artists" and "ordinary people" is hasty, even outrageous.

"Then why, you decided to be with me..."

"...Why don't you ask me why it took me so long to be with you... Youqing, you are so special..." When Tang Tu said this, Ruan Youqing knew that he must have drunk too much.This is imprudent, a mature and decent social elite usually will not leave such a big opening, "So, I am thinking about it too. At most, you will get tired of this relationship soon, and we will separate. So..." As he spoke, he couldn't help sighing, and with a flick of his wrist, he downed half a glass of wine, with a flash of compassion in his eyes.

"So you don't believe my liking..." Ruan Youqing got up, took the empty cup in his hand and put it in the sink of the sink to soak, and took away the over-eaten lunch boxes on the table.

Tang Tu got up from the sofa and helped him tidy up together: "I believe...of course I believe...just..."

Ruan Youqing suddenly remembered that she didn't seem to have confessed her love until now.He snatched the bowls and chopsticks from Tang Tu's hand and piled them aside: "I can't refute that... Benito's words. But I don't think what he said is right, and I don't think your conclusion is correct either."

He dragged the drunken Tang Tu to nest on the sofa together: "At least you shouldn't presumptuously think that my love is not as long as yours. I also like you very much, and I have never liked anyone so much."

"Including Jiang Jilan?" Tang Tu approached his face.

Ruan Youqing was taken aback, she didn't expect that this name would be mentioned by Tang Tu at this time.

Just this moment of pause was accurately detected by the other party, and the person leaned forward and began to retreat.

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Zhang Wenbin: I really don't know anything...