Glass Butterfly

Central Park is lit up in blue at night, and the square area of ​​more than 300 hectares turns dark blue, overlooking it like a deep lake, adding a bit of mystery to the luxurious Manhattan.

On a spring night, the wind keeps blowing up high.I don't know if it's really out of sight, out of mind, but when he breathed in the fresh air, Tang Tu's heart suddenly calmed down.Qin Xiaoran considerately shifted from the upwind to the downwind before lighting the cigarette, taking a deep puff, and the smoke that was exhaled slowly was blown away in an instant.

"Is he still not in good health?" Tang Tu was casually polite, trying to ease the inexplicable embarrassment between him and Qin Xiaoran.

Obviously, the other party is more casual than him, and he opened his mouth without any burden: "Heart transplantation is the only way for patients with advanced heart failure to survive. The extra year of life is picked up. What's more, he has persisted for ten years now, which is basically the only way to survive. If you don’t leave your mouth, how can you be in good health? Immune system is very weak, usually I don’t dare to let him go to crowded places, and I don’t dare to let him eat indiscriminately, otherwise I will definitely go to the hospital.”

This answer is too specific.

It is so specific that it offends the sense of boundary between strangers.

If you don't care deeply about the next few words, you will appear indifferent. Tang Tu hasn't met such a difficult person to talk to in a long time.

"Mr. Tang, may I ask, what is your relationship with Ruan Youqing?" Qin Xiaoran exhaled an unformed smoke ring, her attitude was so restrained that she didn't seem to think it was presumptuous.

"...he is a signed artist of my gallery."

"This is a scene talk, you should have a lot of questions, don't we all have a bad time?" The other party quickly wiped out the light from the cigarette butt with his fingers, and Tang Tu also rubbed his fingers unconsciously.Qin Xiaoran took out a tissue to wrap the cigarette butt, and held it in the palm of his hand: "You two should have just let go of your hands when you got out of the elevator, I saw it. And..."

"Ruan Youqing is my boyfriend." Since he saw it, there was nothing to hide, and he had no reason to feel guilty, they were always aboveboard.

"Then how long have you been together?"

Tang Tu clicked his tongue in his heart, disliking the young man in front of him even more.But the indescribable disappointment lingering between his eyebrows made people feel a little unbearable to blame: "Can I ask your age?" Tang Tu didn't answer the question in a hurry.

"23." Qin Xiaoran frowned, as if expressing dissatisfaction.

It turned out that he was still so young, and he looked a little anxious. He thought he was 25 or [-] years old.Tang Tu observed him in the dark environment, and after a closer look, it did reveal some young people's conceit and impatience.

"Can I ask what is your relationship with Mr. Jiang?" He replied with the same question.

"...Good friend..." Seeing that Tang Tu didn't talk to each other, Qin Xiaoran suddenly explained with a guilty conscience, "Our two families are close, so I'll take care of him when I'm free, and by the way, I'll help him with art. Hall."

Tang Tu continued to look at him with a smile.

After all, I haven't had much contact with the society, so it's easy to show timidity, and let others easily take back the initiative of the conversation: "It's just like this? Then you have no reason to be so hostile to Youqing."

"I have no position to be hostile to anyone. Mr. Tang really flattered me, let him hear that Bao Buqi ignored me for a few days." Qin Xiaoran pinched the filter again to take out a cigarette, after thinking about it, he pulled out more than half of it The cigarettes were slapped back into the box and counted.

"Oh? He seems like a very nice guy."

"Hehe." Qin Xiaoran sneered.

Tang Tu didn't know why he suddenly became angry, but it's normal for a child to speak freely.He leaned on the railing and listened attentively. Although it was unexpected for Qin Xiaoran to confide to him like this, there was nothing that was expected tonight, and it was not bad.

"Have you ever tried lying in the same room for several months without being able to open the door? You have been studying for an undergraduate degree from 21 to 27 years old, repeatedly suspended from school and hospitalized, and being left far behind by people of the same age I have tried this and that, but I can’t take it, and I can’t leave my mouth all year round. No one can keep a good temper after going through all this.” Qin Xiaoran looked at the brightly lit skyscrapers in the distance, “I used to accompany him in the I stayed in the house for a whole month, and everything I needed was delivered to me. The farthest place I’ve ever been to was the balcony. A few days. Indeed, it was only a month. But Brother Jilan...he has lived like this for the past ten years. After the heart transplant was successful, he lived very carefully. The donor of his heart was a young man who died unexpectedly. People, the mother of the deceased would have dinner with Brother Jilan every year, her eyes looked like her son was still alive, and she panicked. So he was afraid that he would accidentally let down this heart that didn't belong to him. Yes For him, life is hard and painful..."

"Why are you telling me these things..." Tang Tu's emotions, which had finally calmed down, were gloomy again.

"I haven't seen him so happy for a long time. In the past six months, ever since he saw the introduction of Ruan Youqing's solo exhibition, he has been happy all the time." Qin Xiaoran sighed, "When I was in junior high school Knowing him, he lives in the most expensive house in Manhattan, and someone buys things for him with a click of a finger. His collection room is priceless, and there is even a pair of Monet’s Pourville in it. But those are more expensive than But a glass jellyfish can cheer him up."

"So?" Tang Tu looked at Qin Xiaoran, those eyes staring at him earnestly.

"So, you still have a lot of opportunities to like others, but he doesn't have such good luck, and doesn't have so many opportunities and courage. Can you please return Ruan Youqing to him?"

"Heh." Tang Tu laughed angrily at him: "Ruan Youqing is an adult and never belonged to anyone. What you said is unreasonable. I'll take it as a joke."

"Really." Qin Xiaoran couldn't take his eyes off, "Then why do you keep your hair down tonight in a daze, and you don't even want to look at them more? Do you think it's dazzling?"

"They, they are old friends. I haven't seen each other for many years. I'm just out of politeness..." Tang Tu felt that although he was not calm at the moment, he could barely deal with it.

"Old friends." The other party smiled miserably, "You know that they are the regrets of your youth, the first love you reunited after a long absence. They used to be each other's only sustenance and companionship in the loneliest time. In Brother Jilan's collection room, there are not only There are those few broken jellyfish, and an old diary with a book cover. It was Ruan Youqing's summer homework ten years ago. I read it back and forth many times. , extremely boring..."

"Even so..." Tang Tu felt sad for a while, but he still made up his mind, "Emotions can't be forced. Ruan Youqing has her own will, her own choice, I can't say a few words because of you, or because... because of sympathy Give him up." He knows exactly who Ruan Youqing loves.

"You mean he has forgotten about Jiang Jilan? I don't believe it, I don't believe that for him, the first ray of light in his life can be left behind like this. Don't lie to yourself, why did he choose to be a glass artist? In this world With so many materials, why did he choose glass?"

The glass marble that had been in the studio for ten years, which was so ordinary that it could no longer be ordinary, rolled in my mind at this time. After graduating from university, I followed my father in the art circle in London and experienced three years of big and small scenes. , and after so many years of hard work and ups and downs, Tang Tu seldom appears speechless.But facing this nearly unfamiliar young man full of frustration and hostility, he hesitated several times to varying degrees.

"Don't you think that I will give up my relationship with Youqing just because of your words?"

"A person like you, Mr. Tang, naturally wouldn't make a decision just because of my few worthless words. I'm not that stupid. But the relationship is not enough for one person to be firm."

"... He won't either." Tang Tu suddenly felt that these words seemed to cheer him up.

"I hope. But the artist, who can say for sure. So I asked you from the beginning, how long have you been together."

A gust of wind gushed into the neckline, Tang Tu couldn't help shrinking his arms, and subconsciously wanted to hug himself.

"Xiaoran?" Jiang Jilan opened the glass door with an apologetic face, "Why did you take Mr. Tang to stand outside and blow the air..."

"Isn't this to leave room for you to whisper." Qin Xiaoran put away the meanness all of a sudden, and the quick change of face was admirable, as if he had just smoked to relieve his worries, and someone else spoke bitterly.

"What nonsense?" Jiang Jilan's skin was pale, and her blush would be particularly obvious.As soon as he stepped out of the balcony, Qin Xiaoran quickly stepped forward to block him, and pushed him back into the room: "You accompany your little young man, and I will naturally accompany you with Mr. Tang to relieve boredom."

Tang Tu followed them back to the living room, Ruan Youqing smiled lightly and regained a little calm.

He looked down at the time and asked Ruan Youqing: "It's past eight o'clock, do you want to go back?" He didn't want to stay here any longer.

"Do you want to go?" Just as she sat firmly on the sofa, Jiang Jilan bounced up again and stretched out her hand to grab Ruan Youqing's elbow, "Would you like to sit a little longer?"

"Tomorrow we are going to the Metropolitan Museum. Tickets are all booked. We will go early in the morning. Tang Tu will accompany me to see the stained glass window." Ruan Youqing explained.

"That's it..." Jiang Jilan let go of her fingers, "Then, let's go back. Rest early." Saying that, she sent them to the door.

Ruan Youqing changed her shoes in the hallway, and naturally extended her hand to the people around her.

Tang Tu noticed from the corner of her eyes that Jiang Jilan was staring blankly at the hands they were holding, with a slightly stagnant look on her face. Ruan Youqing, on the other hand, was more relaxed than before, and seemed to completely ignore the hidden emotions in the other party's eyes.

"Otherwise, let's go together tomorrow." Qin Xiaoran said suddenly, "Anyway, Brother Jilan and I have nothing to do. He has been a metropolitan guide, and millions of collections are stored in his mind."

Jiang Jilan was taken aback for a moment, and punched Qin Xiaoran's arm with a forceless fist: "You're talking nonsense again..."

"Where am I talking nonsense, although a certain person only worked for two weeks back then and his body couldn't hold it anymore, he spent more than half a year in vain." Tang Tu felt that Qin Xiaoran was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, "Anyway, it's so close, look at your child Qing Rarely traveled all the way to New York, why don’t you tell him about it.”

"Here, do you need it..." Jiang Jilan also glanced at Tang Tu.

"That's fine." Seeing that Tang Tu didn't object, Ruan Youqing readily agreed, "We'll be there around nine o'clock."

"Yeah." Jiang Jilan smiled so that the corners of her eyes rolled down, and she slowly stretched out her arms. When Ruan Youqing saw it, she temporarily let go of Tang Tu's hand, and slapped Tang Tu's shoulders as farewell: "I will contact you tomorrow morning. Go to bed early, brother. Good night."

That's obviously a very common, hug-style goodbye.When men, women and children on the street say goodbye, they will inevitably hug each other gently like this.

But Tang Tu clenched his fingers unconsciously, his heart was in a mess.

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Selfishness is human nature.