Glass Butterfly

Tang Tu didn't stay in bed.Because Ruan Youqing was not used to jet lag, he slept lightly for two or three days in a row. He opened his eyes when the alarm sounded slightly faint to him on weekdays. The person sleeping next to him moved and trembled almost at the same time. Eyelashes fluttered, eyelids opened little by little.

"Sleep a little longer. It's only seven o'clock." He lightly stroked Tang Tu's arm, and the other's hand came out from under the quilt, pressed the back of his hand, and whispered, "...don't sleep anymore, get up, go VA."

When they went downstairs, the personable butler had already prepared breakfast. Seeing them stepping into the dining room, he thoughtfully reserved space for the young lovers, and disappeared in a flash.They didn't appear until they finished eating slowly, with their trench coats and Tang Tu's scarf in their hands.

After going out, Ruan Youqing asked, "Did he cook the breakfast himself?"

Tang Tu nodded: "Yes, I like it?"

"It's delicious..." Their breakfast is simple, a cup of coffee and a submarine sandwich, and a small bowl of fruit.A piece of half-cooked tuna steak wrapped in sesame seeds is sandwiched between spiced white bread, which is full of flavor and not greasy.

"Just evaluating him from the perspective of a housekeeper, I can give him full marks. He is very considerate." Tang Tu admitted generously, "I just don't like him very much for personal reasons."

They arrived at their destination by public transport that was not too crowded. The Victoria and Albert Museum has now been renamed V&A. It is the most representative art and design museum in the world, with a collection of more than 300 million pieces. And build.The reason Tang Tu insisted on waking up early was to leave enough time for this 12.5-acre art and design palace.

"I thought you would choose the British Museum." Tang Tu asked him, "Why here?"

"Part of the reason is that there is more emphasis on history." When mentioning the British Museum, Ruan Youqing immediately thought of mummies, the Rosetta Stone and the stone carvings of the Parthenon.

"Where's the other half?" Tang Tu walked into the main entrance of the museum side by side with him.

Ruan Youqing looked up at the glass dome, where a super-large glass chandelier was suspended, and hundreds of glass-blown hollow tentacles in yellow, blue and green hues wrapped around strangely shaped small parts in midair.He looked up at the monster that looked like it came from the deep sea and said, "The other half wants to see this chandelier."

This is one of the masterpieces of the world-renowned glass master Chihuly.Every time you take a step, there will be a new light and shadow change.Standing beneath the giant, part of it became a hideous bouquet.

"There's a lot of sculpture in every museum. Marble, plaster, clay, wood, bronze. All the sculptures you can think of that represent a historical imprint of beauty and culture. But a long time later? 100 years, 1000 years What about in the future?" Ruan Youqing pointed to the giant chandelier above his head and said softly, "Although Chihuly has only one eye left, and even because of a shoulder injury, he can no longer blow glass by himself, but he and many people have contributed to the glass art. He has created the future, and his works have won admission tickets for various museums. Glass represents human wisdom, and it will not oxidize and fade as easily as stone sculptures and buildings thousands of years ago, leaving that era in people's minds The beauty is the absurd illusion of white solemnity, glass will always maintain its original color and appearance, and it should have a place in these places.”

After he finished talking, he turned his head and glanced at Tang Tu. The other party looked at him in astonishment, and then narrowed his eyes slightly: "I thought you were a person without ambition. Or are you gradually becoming eloquent? "

"No... I'm just talking about the facts... I don't have anything to do..." Ruan Youqing argued.

"En." Tang Tu solemnly shook his hand and led him to the depths without discussing in detail, "This place is very big. Let's hurry up."

They saw jewelry, ceramics, silverware and flower windows, medieval-style architecture and decoration, and embroidery exhibitions from ancient times to modern times.In the Weston Sculpture Area, there are iconic Renaissance sculpture groups represented by Michelangelo's David.There are many ordinary citizens and students sitting around.They selected their favorite works to copy and create, and spent the whole day's leisure in this space without a sense of time.

Standing under the Venus of Milo, Ruan Youqing observed the golden ratio and smooth lines of the imitation, and sighed curiously: "I don't know what the real one looks like."

He swears to God he just muttered something subconsciously.

But the next moment, Tang Tu turned his wrist to look at the dial, grabbed him and walked out quickly without hesitation, until Ruan Youqing reached the exit before realizing that the other party wanted to take him away.

"I haven't finished watching yet..."

"These are imitations." Tang Tu said, "Let's go and see the real ones."

Then Ruan Youqing was led, ran all the way through the bustling streets and crowds, and got into St. Pancras Station.The train carriage crossed the English Channel from the undersea tunnel, and three hours later they stood on the banks of the Seine, which was about to usher in sunset, like a crazy elopement.

"It happens to be Wednesday, and there is a night show." Tang Tu looked at the other side, "Venus is inside."

Ruan Youqing looked across the sparkling river and still couldn't find a sense of reality. On the other side of the Seine was the world-renowned Louvre.More than just Venus, there is the Mona Lisa, the goddess of victory in Samothrace, and the Code of Hammurabi, all of which are treasures in human history.When did his life become so presumptuous?He even felt that if one day he asked to go to the moon to have a look, Tang Tu would do his best to send him to the moon.

He stopped for a long time in front of the glass pyramid in Napoleon's courtyard, and the lights were lit up in the darkening sky. This modern architectural masterpiece is like a huge brilliant diamond for a moment.He can imagine the shadows of clouds and birds on the glass plate in the clear sky, just like the lights shining like stars flickering on it at this moment.

"You can't move your legs anymore?" Tang Tu pushed him into the pyramid, which is also the entrance of the Louvre. "It's also beautiful inside."

He fulfilled his wish to see Venus who lost her arm, and only from her graceful body can still see the aesthetic proportions that are still used today.He also saw the Goddess of Victory, who not only had no arms, but also lost her head, dancing in the wind with her exquisitely carved marble clothes, descending like a god on the bow of the ship.The flat pictures and dry text descriptions that only appear in textbooks come to life. These incompleteness make the beauty more impactful and more real.

Returning to the ground from the Louvre Museum, the sky is already dark.The night here is quiet but not safe, so they don't stay on the street.

"Why are you so impulsive today." Sitting on the sightseeing bus to the hotel he had just booked, he tugged at the corner of Tang Tu's scarf and played with it, "Suddenly came to Paris." Tang Tu's romance is always delicate and quiet in his heart, I don't want to have such an unorganized side.Thinking about it, this person still has a rebellious bone, otherwise he wouldn't have that desperate tattoo.

"do not like?"

"No, I just think this is something you would do when you first fell in love ten years ago." Ruan Youqing felt that Tang Tu should have successfully tamed the word impulsive when he was growing up, but now it seems that he has not.

"...When I'm alone with you, I don't want to think about too complicated things. You said you want to see it, and you have a visa, so my first reaction is to bring you here right away." Tang Tu took it for granted, "Otherwise, I will make money for What."

"Isn't it to be a better pusher behind the art?" Ruan Youqing remembers this sentence often appearing in his early interviews.

"In your eyes, am I such a pursuing person? Everyone has to say a few high-sounding words. Making money is just for happiness."

Looking at Ruan Youqing's insatiable smile, Tang Tu felt great satisfaction.He didn't tell Ruan Youqing that this was the first time in his life that he left so impulsively.Even the 20-year-old hadn't tried it.

He used to be happy for the skyrocketing artists he admired, and happy for the impact of the art exhibition he curated.

But now he doesn't know whether he is depraved or love is blind, as long as he sees Ruan Youqing happy, he will be satisfied.

"What else do you want to see?" He asked the young artist in front of him.

"Look at Luo Dan. Is it far?" Ruan Youqing passed by the street scene in his eyes. He always looks at people so sincerely.

"It's not far. I'll go tomorrow. What else? When you got off the plane, didn't you say that there are many places you want to go, where do you want to go?"

"The Metropolitan Museum in New York has Tiffany's stained glass. There is also the Cathedral of Fiore in Milan. But it should be Pietà that you must see in your life. Everyone who studies sculpture should think so."

They circled the city at night in the romantic capital, waking up in the strange sunshine.

On the first day of the new year, Tang Tu habitually checked emails in the early morning. Ruan Youqing struggled to chew the baguette brought for breakfast, and found that the other party put down his coffee and stared at the phone screen thoughtfully.

"A job?" he asked, swallowing the hard bread.

"It's an invitation. The gallery has received an invitation from the New York Art Fair. April." Tang Tu thought about it: "Want to go?"

Ruan Youqing nodded, she could look at the stained glass by the way.

"Then you have to see a doctor obediently. We will check your ears carefully, or we won't take you there." In the end, the topic actually came down to this.Ruan Youqing reluctantly agreed, although it is not good to hide illness and avoid medical treatment, but he has a physical rejection of physical examinations and the like.

Back in London, he followed Tang Tu into the hospital anxiously. The other party didn't seem much more relaxed than him, and he was anxiously waiting for him to do various examinations.But the result was good. The doctor did not announce that his hearing impairment had worsened, nor did he detect other diseases. As for the persistent tinnitus and earache during the flight, only soft earplugs and painkillers can solve it.

"Are you sure?" Tang Tu was worried, "It's not the discomfort of ordinary people's ear pressure changes, it's unbearable pain. He's not a person who is afraid of pain. Usually, I feel pain and he doesn't respond..."

"You might as well try my method first. If the problem can't be solved, let's consider the next step." The doctor looked confident, "Tang Tu, I'm very sorry that you don't trust me like this." It seems that they are acquaintances, and the doctor is kind Allay their concerns.

After coming out of the hospital, both of them felt a lot more relaxed.

"Do you want to take some time to visit your father's gallery?" Ruan Youqing reminded him, "We are going back to China next week..."

"It's nothing more than talking to you about creation, the market, and the differences between domestic and foreign countries. Although he has been here for more than 30 years, his thoughts are the same as the solidified market here. It's okay to meet, but you can handle it yourself, I I can't tell him to go together, and he is always used to putting on airs as a parent." Tang Tu said disgusted, but still asked the driver to drive them to the gallery.

It happened to be an artist's solo exhibition.

Tang Tu stopped at the entrance of the art exhibition and gasped as he looked at the artist's profile: "It's really...how about coming back another day..."

Ruan Youqing also felt that it was difficult to explain things like fate. Seeing Tang Tu's slightly out-of-control micro-expression, she secretly laughed: "Well, this Benito...is it your ex-boyfriend you said...?"

--------------------

Still sweet ahead.

Don't panic so early.