Glass Butterfly

The owner of this room grabbed Ruan Youqing's stiff arm and dragged him into the living room.

He is thin and thin, with a large neckline that clearly shows the protruding collarbone and several bony ribs under the collarbone. The top of his head is almost level with the tip of Ruan Youqing's ears, and his movements are a bit difficult.Ruan Youqing, on the other hand, is like a big marionette, walking with the same hands and feet.He stared hard at Jiang Jilan's face, without blinking his eyes. There were surprises, fears, joys, and disbeliefs, holding his breath and not daring to breathe.

The young man who welcomed them in from the elevator stepped forward and said to Tang Tu, who wished he could turn into a ball of air, "Mr. Tang, come in and sit down."

Tang Tu followed behind them, sat on the single sofa a little far away from them, took the teacup from someone else, and said thank you in a low voice.

It didn't take much effort for him to guess who this person was. If he was as transparent as Ruan Youqing, and there would still be any pimples in his heart in this life, it could only be that person.

And Ruan Youqing managed to calm down after shaking for a few minutes, and confirmed this easy conjecture. It was as if he had traveled back ten years in an instant, and he called out in confusion and aggrieved: "...Brother?"

Then Jiang Jilan hugged him: "I thought you forgot."

Tang Tu lowered his head, the steam of the black tea in his hand had a faint citrus fragrance, and the water surface vibrated slightly.He put down the china tray so that the cups and plates would not rattle against each other, even though no one in the room would notice his slight gaffe.

Ruan Youqing understands her father's courageous actions, her young mother's desire to get rid of the pain and live a new life, her understanding that people are born with disabilities of one kind or another, and the discrimination and prejudice of ordinary people.But he left before he could understand what Jiang Jilan was to him.So he no longer tried to understand, but hid this unsolved mystery in the depths that he couldn't see, so Tang Tu never mentioned this name, because it is impossible to have an answer to everything in life.And Ruan Youqing occasionally played with the 20-year-old marble in his spare time, but he also pretended not to see it.

The deceased is gone, he never wanted to compete with Jiang Jilan, let this name quietly exist in Ruan Youqing's few, warm and precious memories.Maybe one day, that day will be the day when they have been together for three years, five years, ten years, and his presence will finally gain an overwhelming advantage, and he will threaten and lure his simple-minded lover again: "Am I the love of your life?" people."

Ruan Youqing would definitely say yes without hesitation, her eyes were sincere and honest.

He is such a shameless person. Jiang Jilan and Ruan Youqing have nothing to do with each other. This treasure belongs to Tang Tu, and he obtained it step by step by searching, understanding, chasing, and devoting all his courage and sincerity... So even if the dead were resurrected, he would not Need to be afraid.

There is no need to be afraid, this is what reason tells him.

"Mr. Tang? Mr. Tang?" The man who welcomed them in patted him on the shoulder, waking him up from his calm struggle: "Mr. Tang, the chef is almost ready, we are going to serve dinner."

"Ah, okay." He stood up calmly, smiled at the other side, and took the cup in his hand without feeling malicious.Tang Tu pursed his lips, and politely raised the corners of his mouth: "What's your name?"

"Qin Xiaoran." The man handed his used teacup to the busy cook in the kitchen, turned around and introduced himself: "It's Ji...Jiang Jilan's work assistant, and also...a good friend." After speaking, he sighed lightly.

Tang Tu recognized this voice. It was this Qin Xiaoran who had been actively contacting Tu Bai these past few months, and had been unwilling to disclose who was behind it.Zhang Wenbin found out that the art museum was run by a real estate developer, he also knew that the real estate developer was Chinese, and he even knew that the major shareholder's surname was Jiang.But with so many people surnamed Jiang, who would notice this.

Unexpectedly, this river is actually the other river.

This real estate agent is actually Jiang Jilan's father.

Ruan Youqing sat at the table, still unable to believe the reality in front of her.

Jiang Jilan was not much different from ten years ago, her hair was shoulder-length and half tied behind her head, her brows and eyes were a little darker and more mature than before, and her frame was slightly spread out.

"You, you are still alive...Grandpa said you...because of the infection after the operation..."

"Dead?" Jiang Jilan smiled: "I almost disappointed the old man. Is Grandpa still in good health?"

Ruan Youqing nodded, then remained silent.The packaged meal was brought to him, and he ate it without making a sound.The light pea soup was smooth and appetizing, and after just one bite, I heard Jiang Jilan scolding him: "Why do you still like to hold back your words when you grow up so big. Ask if you want."

Instinct made him obey like a conditioned reflex, so he had to put down the spoon: "Why don't you contact me."

Obviously still alive and well, even if only a few words are left to make him feel at ease.Why have I not heard from him for so many years, and why do I suddenly want to see him now?

"I have contacted you. It has been half a year since I was discharged from the hospital after surviving those messy complications. I called your home, and when your grandpa heard that it was the case, I hung up the phone. After making too many calls, I simply changed the number I even sent you a postcard, and it seems that he has dealt with it." Jiang Jilan licked her lips and complained, "I can't go anywhere with my physical condition, and I have someone to take care of me around the clock. At first it was a family Doctor, after my health gradually improved, I changed to the nanny, and during college... I changed to his brother." He pointed to the person sitting next to Tang Tu: "Now his brother is too busy working as a lawyer, so this little thing will replace him." His brother is my door god. You can't eat this or do that. Qin Xiaoran, how old are you, why are you such a mother-in-law. "

"Otherwise, I'll die if I don't take good care of you for a day." Qin Xiaoran rolled her eyes at him, wanted to drink a few sips of soup angrily, and then put the spoon on the plate with a ding.

The plates were taken away and replaced with new ones, and the chef brought up steaming soup dumplings, one for each person, the size of a palm, the skin of the soup dumplings was translucent, and it shrank slightly when it was cold.

"Braised pork in abalone sauce filled with soup dumplings." Jiang Jilan cupped her face and looked at Ruan Youqing, "Try it, it's very fresh. This chef has been cooking fusion dishes for 20 years in New York, and this is his signature."

Ruan Youqing bit the skin lightly, and the hot steam rushed into the mouth with a strong fresh fragrance, hitting the taste buds on the side of the tongue.He instinctively raised his eyes to look at Tang Tu, the man moved the chopsticks and brought the bun to his mouth, Ruan Youqing hurriedly yelled at him: "Hot!"

Everyone at the table was stopped by him one after another, not knowing who this sentence was directed at.It was the chef who kindly resolved the slightly awkward atmosphere: "The soup dumplings should be served while they are hot."

Ruan Youqing suddenly realized that after entering the door, he was so shocked that he had ignored Tang Tu so far.

He put down his chopsticks: "Brother, this is..." His face became hot, and he suddenly had the illusion of bringing his boyfriend to meet his parents, and felt a little embarrassed for a moment, "He is mine..."

"Mr. Tang, the owner of the gallery you signed with, I know, young and promising." Jiang Jilan interrupted him, nodding at Tang Tu.

Tang Tu also politely said: "Where."

"I didn't expect you to be an artist and play with glass." Jiang Jilan gave him a meaningful look, "Why?"

"...a coincidence." Ruan Youqing suddenly remembered the last time they met ten years ago, and remembered the phrase, do you know what glass means.Ten years later, he already knew what he should know and what he should not know.He is no longer the ignorant and dull boy he was back then.

As the dishes passed, Jiang Jilan hardly moved her chopsticks, and the dishes were different from others, most of them were bland vegetables.

"Brother, don't you eat fish?" Ruan Youqing wondered.He remembered that Jiang Jilan was not such a picky eater in the past, so he pushed his plate over: "Do you want to try it?"

Jiang Jilan was stunned, and subconsciously picked up her spoon to share a spoonful of fish steaks, but Qin Xiaoran stopped her with a cough: "Hey, you just ate shrimp." So she just put down the spoon in resentment.

"You eat, I can't eat too much protein." Seeing Ruan Youqing's doubts, Jiang Jilan simply explained, "It's too much burden on the kidneys."

The heart is not good, and there is something wrong with the kidneys... He frowned and ate the fish steak by himself, and then was dragged into the storage room by Jiang Jilan: "Look."

In the dark room, only a few Amakusa jellyfish were placed.Ruan Youqing discovered that the pair of jellyfish that were sold at the art fair yesterday and were entangled in the whirlpool were also here.He and Tang Tu spent a lazy day yesterday, and did not ask Xu Hanyi's buyer information at all.

"Why is this here..." He sat on the ground, "I knew it was you..."

Jiang Jilan also sat down next to him, touched his shoulder, turned to him and asked, "How about knowing it was me?"

Originally, Ruan Youqing wanted to say that if he had known it was you, he would give it to you directly, but then he thought about it, he is Tu Bai's contracted artist, and the money is not just for himself.So he changed his words: "I'll give you a discount."

"Pfft. I'm so stingy, I thought you were going to send me off directly." Jiang Jilan leaned her head on his shoulder, "It's been ten years. Youqing. I didn't expect that I would see you after ten years. Last year In autumn, I saw a promotion for a personal glass art exhibition in the Asian section of the contemporary art website. I saw the cover was very beautiful and clicked in. I saw these jellyfish at a glance. Then I clicked on Tubai The link to the official website of the gallery, the top of the homepage is the video of you blowing glass...Although you have grown up a lot, I can still recognize you at a glance. So I tried to contact Tubai and wanted to meet you." Jiang Jilan said As always, slow and clear, still retaining the habit of years ago, he would tilt his head in the direction of his ear, "In the first few years when I first arrived in the United States, I was very worried, worried that my leaving without saying goodbye would affect you. Afraid that you will become withdrawn again, you will not speak again, and you are unwilling to trust others. Fortunately, you don’t.” Jiang Jilan’s eye circles flashed with water, “Xiao Youqing, how can you be so good, let me see it in the United States You, I know you're doing well."

Ruan Youqing has mixed flavors.

He's not that good.Back then he had indeed become withdrawn again, not easy to communicate with others, let alone open his mouth to speak, Jiang Jilan's guess was right.If he hadn't met Tang Tu, he wouldn't have achieved what he is today, and he wouldn't have been found by Jiang Jilan, who was half a world away, and had a reunion ten years later.

"Brother, what about you, what are you doing?"

"I'm helping my dad run the art gallery, and I occasionally plan solo exhibitions or something." Jiang Jilan stood up holding his shoulders. I don't know if he had been sitting cross-legged for a long time. The man's figure shook a few times. There is almost no flesh on the arm, and the upper arm is so slender that he can roughly wrap it with one hand.Jiang Jilan took advantage of the situation to relax in his arms for a few seconds, "I'm not in good health. The messy business at home can't help at all, so I just keep it. How long have you signed the visa this time? Do you want to stay a little longer? Me and Tang Let’s chat, I can hold a solo exhibition for you. Anyway, there are ready-made places, and my father also knows many galleries and collectors. I have seen your works, and they are different from those in New York, with an oriental elegance. , should be very popular."

Tang Tu glanced at the collection room from a distance. Ruan Youqing and the others didn't close the door after they entered, but it was inconvenient for him to follow in cheekily without being invited by the master. Seeing Jiang Jilan staring at Ruan Youqing obsessively, looking up and down.

"Don't look, out of sight, out of mind." Qin Xiaoran beside him stretched out his hand under the coffee table and groped, and tore something out with a stab. Tang Tu was surprised to find that there was an extra pack of cigarettes in his hand.

The other party pointed in the direction of the collection room: "He hid it, and he thought I didn't know about it." After speaking, he walked to the French window and opened the glass sliding door to invite Tang Tu: "Come out and enjoy the air."

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Temporarily stable mood...