Glass Butterfly

Tang Tu stayed in Venice for a week, and every day in the venue, he and Cheng Mo made video calls to discuss optimization plans remotely.

Cheng Mo asked: "I have asked Hanyi to apply for everyone's visa. The transportation of the works has also been contacted."

"Ahem, take care of the rest." Tang Tu sat in front of the hotel window with a strong nasal voice.

The theme of beautiful things was inspired by Ruan Youqing.It's afternoon in New York and I don't know what he's doing.Jiang Jilan should be able to help fill the vacancy left after he left.

As soon as he thought of this name, his heart reflexively felt cramped. He quickly took a sip of whiskey. The strong alcohol slowed down his thinking until it gradually became still, allowing him to temporarily forget and fall asleep smoothly.

"Mr. Tang, wait for us to celebrate together, why did you drink it alone?" Cheng Mo teased him on the screen, and then persuaded him earnestly, "Don't drink if you have a cough, Tang Tu. If you are not feeling well, go see a doctor." .”

Of course he knew that this joke was in fact the other party’s indistinct good intentions: "Well. Just half a glass, and I went to sleep after drinking it. I have a small cold, and I will deal with it when I return to London on the weekend." He hung up the video, feeling bored. After the first few half cups, I jumped off the window sill and went to wash in a dizzy state.

The cold probably came from his weakened immune system due to flying around recently.Dragged and repeated fever, seven or eight days did not recover, the fever subsided, but the cough could not be suppressed.

So after the site inspection was completed, he was not in a hurry to return to the country. He would have to suffer another trip and completely fell ill. He might as well stay in Europe and wait for the big troops.

"You've been running home a lot this year." Wu Feifei asked, "Why are you alone, Young Qing? Has he had any new works recently?"

"...in New York... ahem..." He hastily drank a few sips of tea to suppress his cough.

"What are you going to do in New York? Hold an exhibition? Or do you have other jobs? Hasn't the New York Art Fair ended long ago?"

"No, I went to play."

Seeing that he was not interested, Wu Feifei didn't get to the bottom of it, she just said that you are not feeling well, go to sleep again, and then turned and went back to her studio.

At his home in London, he ignored his family's questioning gazes and enjoyed a few days of leisure. When Cheng Mo came to the news: "Get ready to meet up in Venice."

Ruan Youqing was awakened by the housekeeper's screams.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the woman at the door leaning against the wall, covering her mouth with one hand, and tremblingly touching her phone with the other hand.Then he shouted into the phone incoherently: "Help, ambulance!"

Although Ruan Youqing didn't wear a hearing aid, he could still guess what she was doing when he saw her frightened and flustered appearance, together with those screams and the word "ambulance". He immediately got up from the ground and signaled to her that he was fine.

He looked down and saw the bloodstains near the floor where he lay down, and spread out his hands. His fingertips and palms were scratched by splashed glass shards, and it hurt to touch.The left eyelash was a bit sticky, and when he looked up diagonally, he saw a clot of blood on the tail of the eyelash.

No wonder I had such a dream last night.

"Auntie, it's okay." He looked back at the messy workplace, "I broke it accidentally."

There was an oolong, and the auntie apologized to the phone while comforting herself, and kept repeating that it scared me to death.

Ruan Youqing comforted her auntie and picked up the broom to clean up the battlefield that was created out of control last night, but the auntie snatched the tool: "Oh, I'll take it, I don't want these, right? Tsk tsk, it's so beautiful, what a pity... …Hurry up and wash it off. You can see blood on your face and hands. After you wash it off, I’ll give you a pack of disinfectant.

After sleeping on the floor for a long time, washing off all the blood stains, and experiencing a brief loss of reason, Ruan Youqing finally felt hungry.Thinking about it carefully, after eating a bowl of noodles that night when I came back from the United States, I never had a good meal.

He gobbled it up and ate up a table of dishes made by his aunt.

The aunt was very considerate, she just wiped iodophor on his wound and put a band-aid on it. She didn't ask any more questions, and only told him to try not to touch the deep wound on the palm of his hand for the next two days.

After her aunt left, Ruan Youqing went back to Ciqing.

He is not in good condition. The wound on his palm prevents him from turning on the electric kiln and continuing to make glass, so that his whole body is inexplicably anxious and empty. This feeling may be the feeling of disorientation commonly encountered by young people in a fast-paced life, but for him It was a bit unfamiliar to him, so he went back to his grandfather and worked in the kiln factory for half a month as he did when he was a child.

"Why don't you get involved with your art." Grandpa's body is stronger than his peers. In fact, he is at the age of retirement, but he is still idle, especially when he went to Ruan Youqing's solo exhibition last year, it seemed to be inexplicable. Desire to win and lose, nothing to do, always research and do something that has never been done before.

"You are also an art." Ruan Youqing likes to watch him draw embryos with a mirror, and his hands don't shake for many years.

The old man suddenly lowered his head, and the flower glasses slipped a centimeter from the bridge of his nose, and he looked at people from above the frame: "Go out and learn to be a smooth-talking person."

"It's a speaking skill. Make others listen comfortably." He lowered his head and smiled, he could still learn it after so long.

"If you're in a bad mood, go out for a walk, don't keep following me, it's annoying no matter how old you are." Grandpa put down the embryo in his hand, and glanced at the nearly healed mark on his forehead, "If you encounter a bottleneck in your creation, Just set it aside and go do something else. Or go see what other people are doing."

"What if it's another bottleneck." He subconsciously asked.

"...Ruan Youqing!? Are you talking to someone?" The old man looked like he had seen a ghost.

"...No way..." Ruan Youqing was taken aback by his suddenly raised tone.

"If you like her girl, talk about it. If you don't like her, don't ruin her just to get married." Grandpa took off his apron and got up, looked around to make sure there was no one to continue, "I figured it out now, I You can live for a few more years, you are so old, I can't lock you up like I did when I was a child. You can be with anyone, as long as you like, don't be ascetic, and live as a widow for that bastard from the Jiang family of."

Seeing the old man's resignation, Ruan Youqing's mood improved.Ever since he was admitted to university, my grandfather would insinuate him from time to time about whether he talked about his girlfriend or not. Ruan Youqing never answered, and the old man stopped asking later.

"Why are you a widow? He's living a good life." It wasn't my grandfather who mentioned it. He almost forgot that he came back to ask the teacher for his crimes. "He asked me back then, but you stopped him."

"Yo, this is contact again." Grandpa didn't seem to have the slightest guilty conscience.

"Ah."

"Still alive? How many years has it been... I think the heart transplant was close to death, and it might not last long after being replaced. That kid looks sick and is quite tenacious."

"He's alive and well. I went to New York to see him a while ago." Ruan Youqing accompanied her grandfather back from the kiln factory.Ciqing's situation has not changed much, and after so many years, people who haven't returned to their hometown for a long time will not be lost.

"...Don't tell me about your stuff, I don't want to care about it, and I don't like to listen to it." Grandpa took a few steps to shake him off.Ruan Youqing couldn't help smiling and chased after her.

"He was my only friend when I was young. If I had a real brother, he might not be able to treat me so well. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't even know that I have ear problems."

The old man stopped when he heard this, and looked at him suspiciously: "Then you are..."

"We're fine. None of his business."

Grandpa has always been a straightforward person, and he was relieved to hear this sentence: "It's fine. It's fine. Let's go, what do you want to eat?"

"Hairtail fish." The grandparents and grandchildren took a long walk together and visited the vegetable market.

"Talk about a girlfriend, and if it's suitable, bring it back for a sit-down. Does anyone know about our family's situation? If you decide to be together for the rest of your life, tell us as soon as possible. Don't keep it a secret."

"Don't hide it."

"The other girl's family doesn't have any objections? But now it seems that it is an advantage not to have a relationship with mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, right?"

"No problem. He can get along with anyone."

"What do you do at work? How do you guys know each other? What do your parents do?" Grandpa wentssiped while disemboweling the fish, as if he wanted to find out about his family.

"He runs a gallery. His parents are both painters." Ruan Youqing said truthfully.

"Good painter, good painter, don't think that you can do art only if you are poor and have no business... How long have you two known each other? Have you visited? Did you go empty-handed?" The naked silver hairtails swished. The child went into the pot.

He hid from Youxing: "We've known each other for more than two years. I've been there, and I brought tea."

"The previous dumplings were made for her, right? The taste is so light, where are they from?"

"I grew up in England, my parents were there too."

"Tsk, here alone... It's not easy. When will you bring me home and let me see... Oh, if the little girl doesn't like to chat with the old man, you can take her to see your mother, don't let her People think you are neglecting her."

"No, he can chat with anyone, and he's a few years older than me." Thinking of those aging industry leaders, it might be better to say that Tang Tu is particularly good at chatting with strange old men, he couldn't help but sigh, "However, now It was a bit of a misunderstanding, and it will take a while to bring it back."

"Young man, it's normal to be noisy. If it's not a matter of principle, you can let her do it. For such a long life, it is not difficult for two people to get together. The difficult thing is how to get over obstacles. It’s like biting your tongue, no matter how strong you are, you’ll shed tears from the pain, but you still have to heal your wounds and continue to eat well.” It’s rare for Grandpa to talk to him about feelings, so Ruan Youqing listened quietly to his simple words with her arms folded. old age.

"If you are a few years older than you...the only child, right? Now I have a daughter who is spoiled by her parents, so don't let her suffer." The old man flipped the fish head with chopsticks, "But, don't feel wronged Myself. Two people need to understand each other in life, misunderstandings will always exist, just resolve them.”

"Well, when the time comes, don't show embarrassment to others just because you don't like him." Ruan Youqing felt that Grandpa's body is still strong and he should be able to bear it.

"It's fine as long as you like it. I have nothing to make people look bad... Really..."

Ruan Youqing ate and drank enough, and checked Moments.Tang Tu didn't move much, but Zhang Wenbin and Xu Hanyi posted the same photo, and it's unknown who stole whose photo, but which passports were taken.

Xu Hanyi's copywriting made him suddenly realize a ridiculous thing.

The girl said: All moved to Venice, everyone will contact by email this month, see you next month!

He almost forgot that Tubai had been busy collecting proposals for the Biennale since a few months ago.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Xu Hanyi asking:

——Did Tang Tu go to Venice earlier?

girl replied quickly

--Yup.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Hanyi tentatively asked

——You and the boss...

Ruan Youqing pondered for a while, and replied

— There are some misunderstandings.He should still be mad at me.

Xu Hanyi said something without beginning or end.

- I rely on!You actually told me!That's enough, young Qing, don't worry!I will handle it!

Although he didn't understand the meaning of Xu Hanyi's last sentence, he was sure that Tang Tu hadn't abandoned him, and he would definitely come back.

Thinking of what she did a few days ago, Ruan Youqing couldn't help laughing at her emotionally broken self.

Venice... is it... that is the center of glass making in the world. Many modern and contemporary glass art techniques originate from the small island called Murano, including giving the original plain glass a crystal-like texture and color.There's even a fabled unstolen secret to staining glass, making the island's original stained-glass artwork even more valuable.

He opened the phone map and selected the map that looked like a boot. It was the birthplace of the Renaissance, and gave birth to Michelangelo, Bernini and other sculptors.

And now, Tang Tu is also there.

It was like a hint of fate to him.

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There is no perfect love in this world, just like there is no perfect person in this world.

Love is never easy.It is not an impulse, a giving, and a choice.

Love is patience, it is accumulation bit by bit, it is being hurt but still reaching out to hold each other tightly, it is touching each other's restricted areas in twists and turns, and then transforming together.

See you next week.