Glass Butterfly

"I'll do it myself." The scent of soap dissipated, Ruan Youqing took out his pocket and found that it was the last piece of alcohol pad just now, so he had to withdraw it empty-handed: "I'll go back and get it."

Tang Tu turned around and went to the corner, opened the small refrigerator, bent down to take the ice pack from the lower layer, and found an alcohol swab from the upper layer, and motioned him to sit on the chair opposite.Ruan Youqing hesitated again and again, unwilling to accept the other party's kindness, so she sat down obediently, took the ice pack from Tang Tu and pressed it to the corner of her slightly swollen mouth.

Aiming diagonally upwards, Tang Tu took off his suit jacket and hung it on a wooden hook on the wall, untied the cuffs of his shirt and rolled them up two times to reveal his thinner wrists. It seemed that there were shoulder pads in the suit. The whole figure seems to have lost weight, which is a bit thin in comparison.

The man carefully tore open the cotton swab package and stood beside Ruan Youqing. From the corner of his vision, Tang Tu's wrist against the light was dangling beside his ear, holding the cotton swab and gently wiping it on the helix.The fresh scent of soap became more obvious after Tang Tu took off his suit jacket. He sniffed subconsciously, but felt the other party's hands tremble, and he didn't move for a long time.

"Boss, you only have..." The young girl just opened the door and rushed in, holding two clothes hangers in one hand, the sleeves were still shaking but she fell silent. Hooking the clothes hanger on the doorknob, he stepped back immediately.

Tang Tu took a step back and threw the used alcohol swab into the trash can, pointing to the two shirts, one black and one white: "Do you want to change them?"

Ruan Youqing has good eyesight. He can tell that Tang Tu's clothes fit his figure. His shoulders are about three or four fingers wide, and his arms might get stuck when he puts his shirt on. Besides, he is not used to wearing such expensive clothes. .So he shook his head: "Thank you, no need."

Tang Tu brought him a hot towel and asked him to wipe his chin clean. When Ruan Youqing looked up, he saw him sitting by the table hesitant to speak.

"That lady looks...much older than you, her daughter is already in high school." Tang Tu finally spoke.

Ruan Youqing nodded.

"Do you... usually spend a lot of money on creation?"

"It's okay." Ruan Youqing guessed that he was asking about the cost of making glass.

"These are your private matters. Maybe I have no position to ask them, but I appreciate your works very much. I remember I said it when we first met last year." Tang Tu pursed his lips, which were already pale His face was turned pale by him: "Didn't you try to actively contact other jobs, or recommend yourself to the gallery? I personally think that if you continue like this, it is not a long-term solution. What you need is not someone who can provide you with funds. Instead, professionals who are more professional and understand the market better will help you. You don’t have to...don’t make compromises like this.”

Although his expression was cryptic, Ruan Youqing finally understood.He put the used towel next to Tang Tu's hand supporting the table: "She is my mother."

"She...huh?" Obviously this was unexpected, Tang Tu's tightly clenched mouth opened slightly, staring at him in surprise.

"She gave birth to me very early, so she doesn't look like a mother." He tried to answer the other party's doubts.

"The... that girl... how did she say..."

"She was born after my mother remarried, and she doesn't know me." It was a bit complicated to explain. He spoke slowly, but seeing that Tang Tu didn't have any intention of urging him, he continued: "My father passed away early, and my two parents When I was three years old, my mother left her hometown, and her new family didn't know that she had given birth to me, so the girl didn't know me." This is enough to clear up the misunderstanding.

Except for Xiang Yu who lived in the dormitory together for four years, Ruan Youqing never mentioned a word of family affairs with others, and even Lu Zhen and his wife only knew that he grew up with his grandfather.It's not that he deliberately concealed it, because he himself doesn't remember anything, and he learned it all from the chats between his grandfather and neighbors in the neighborhood.

In midsummer when Ruan Youqing was two years old, a family of three traveled to Haixi by train. The first time he saw the sea, he encountered a considerable typhoon. The heavy rain and strong wind on the sea was a wonder to many inland tourists, and the snow-white waves Sweeping and rushing from the dark sky in the distance, it slapped onto the shore, almost moving the Kanagawa surfing in Japanese Ukiyo-e to reality.Yang Liu was timid, and took his young son to stand in the distance to see this magnificent scene. He also saw excited tourists crowded by the embankment. Meet the monstrous waves.

But in the blink of an eye, a wave of three or four meters high hit the sea and then retreated into the sea. Two and a half-year-old children were eaten by the waves. The crowd broke out in riots and screams, and everyone finally realized the warning The slogan on the sign is not alarmist, the waves can really kill people, so they all fled in the opposite direction.It was at this moment that Ruan Youqing's father became a hero. He rushed out without even thinking about it, and jumped into the raging tide together with several grown men who knew how to swim.They grabbed the child and struggled to lift it out of the water and handed it to the panicked parents on the shore, and then turned back to find another one. Within a few minutes, the children were all successfully rescued, but the father who was desperate to save others failed to return. The body was salvaged ashore after calm Yes, Ruan Youqing didn't see it, and only a back view of his father rushing out was vaguely left in his memory.

At that time, my mother was just a 20-year-old girl, and she had been depressed for a long time.Neighbors and neighbors have just started to think fresh, and they are full of sympathy to help the bereaved families of heroes who have acted bravely.But after a long time, there is no empathy. Such a young and beautiful widow receives attention all the time. Which man she has more words with, which house she stays at, and whether she will remarry have become the topics of conversation for these people after dinner.Ruan Youqing's grandfather insisted on driving his daughter, who was in low ebb, away from this small place. He said to go to a place where no one knows you and live a good life, and I will help you take Youqing.In this way, his mother left his hometown when he was three or four years old and never came back.It wasn't until junior high school that my grandfather told him that his mother was already married.

Of course, he didn't need to tell Tang Tu these details. Too close a relationship between people is sometimes a burden, not to mention that the other party, a rich man who strives for the day and night, may not be interested in hearing about these insignificant pasts.

"I'm really sorry, I misunderstood." Tang Tu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he learned of his relationship with Yang Liu, and his slightly tangled expression returned to a little smile.He pulled away the chair opposite Ruan Youqing to sit across the table from him. The heavy wooden chair looked very chic.

Not only the wooden chairs, but the room is bright and clean. The dark walnut-colored tables, chairs and cabinets are calm and not cold. The house is handmade and customized.The chair under him is heavy, and the shape of the back of the chair is not square. He just took a cursory look at it before sitting on it. It was too late to take a closer look, but it was probably the shape cut by the designer according to the grain of the wood.

"Senior sister said that she brought the rabbit." He took the initiative to remind Tang Tu of the original purpose of their appointment.

"Yes." Tang Tu took out the almost blank work introduction from the drawer: "She doesn't know much about what Yuyao said, so let me ask you directly."

Ruan Youqing felt a little headache when he read the introduction of the work. In fact, he would probably have to hand in a blank paper. He has no literary talent, let alone eloquence.

"It's just...a little rabbit. Senior sister raised rabbits before." He reluctantly explained.

After a while of silence, Tang Tu blinked: "That's it? You... finished?"

"Ah."

"Then..." Tang Tu pulled out another brochure from the bookshelf, and Ruan Youqing immediately recognized that it was the album of their graduate art exhibition last summer, but she didn't expect that the other party still kept it.Tang Tu casually flipped through the page that belonged to him, pointed to the palm-sized picture and asked, "What about this one?"

Ruan Youqing saw that his fingertips landed on the blue mushroom in the middle, and introduced: "This is the dazzling blue mushroom, also called the phoenix tree of the elves, and it is poisonous."

Tang Tu was dumbfounded, and couldn't help laughing again: "Because it's poisonous, so it wasn't eaten? What passed by?"

Ruan Youqing looked at Tang Tu's smile, and felt relieved: "Sika deer." Although she didn't understand why the other party smiled, there was some genuine love in this smile, and it was no longer out of politeness.The other party seemed to be less defensive and hostile towards him, which made him relieved that he didn't have to put on an air to communicate with a person who rejected him.

"Ruan Youqing, may I ask what is the special meaning of your name?" Tang Tu took a glass bottle filled with liquid from the refrigerator and put it on the table, and put two delicate hand-dyed glasses beside it.There are lemon slices floating in the lavender liquid, which is the natural color of the butterfly pea flower.He originally thought that Tang Tu would go better with hot freshly ground coffee, but he didn't expect that Tang Tu would actually drink this in such a cold weather.

"Originally it was called glaze blue. The glaze of glaze color. The person at the registration office wrote the wrong word, but later thought it was very good, so he didn't change it back." He explained: "Grandpa is a master of porcelain kilns, and he likes blue glaze the most."

They talked like this for a long time.Ruan Youqing feels fresh, he is not good at chatting, but it does not hinder daily communication.But whenever he talked about glass with others, talking about art usually didn't go well, and he couldn't continue after a few words. Many people said that his thinking was too jumpy, including seniors and mentors.But everyone is used to it, even those famous artists may not fully understand each other, but Tang Tu seems to be very good at listening and communicating, and easily put his concise content together.

"Are you busy with work now?" Tang Tu asked.

"Not busy. Sculpture imitation. Many people don't like contemporary art, saying that they can't understand it and cheat money. Young people are better, they will like Nara Yoshitomo Kusama and so on. Most customers still ask for Venus by name. " He showed Tang Tu the customer feedback pictures saved in the phone, and the other party took over the domestic machine he had used for the fifth year and asked thoughtfully, "What about the salary, are you satisfied?"

"More than 3000. Sometimes there will be a little commission."

……

Tang Tu wiped his not-so-clear screen, and found that it was not dust but old scratches, and was silent for a moment.

"Ruan Youqing, do you want to concentrate on being an artist?"

This is not the first time Ruan Youqing has heard this question. Xiang Yu, senior sisters, and tutors have also asked this question, but he can't answer it because the word "artist" is too abstract.All he thought about was being able to make glass all the time.

Seeing his hesitation, Tang Tu added, "I like you very much."

Ruan Youqing raised her eyes abruptly. Tang Tu seemed a little tired. She propped her elbows on the table and supported her chin, her brows and eyes relaxed.His answer, which he had been pondering for a long time, suddenly stopped. The last time he heard someone say that he likes him so bluntly or that a girl in high school confessed to him, she invited him to the back door of the library under the sunset, and said shyly: "I like you very much."

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Ruan Youqing is poor.