Glass Butterfly

It snowed early this winter, but it was not very pleasant.It fell on the ground in a thin layer, before it could accumulate in time, it melted away as soon as the sun came out, mixed with the dust on the street, and it was dirty everywhere.

Most of the chrysalis and larvae began to sleep and overwinter as they wished. Ruan Youqing occasionally woke up from freezing at night. Lu Zhen gave him an electric oil heater. Enough for him to fall asleep again.

I don't know if the new year is approaching, but Lu Zhen has recently received a lot of orders, all of which are handmade cups, and only Ruan Youqing can do it.Every day after work, he buys two rice balls or steamed buns in a convenience store near the company and eats them in three or five bites. Then he rushes back and goes into the glass kiln, where he stays for several hours.

If Lu Zhen felt sorry, he had to split the bill with him so that he would not be allowed to do white work, but Ruan Youqing refused to accept it. He used someone else's glass kiln where he lived, so he had the nerve to take other people's money.He only took a polar bear doll from Lu Keke and threw it on the head of the bed as a pillow. The whole white bear was soft from head to toe.

On New Year's Eve, he bought a standing ticket and stood from noon to night before returning to his grandfather's house.The grandfather and grandson chatted briefly about work, and the grandfather asked about what happened last month.

"Your mother called me a few days ago, saying that you were wronged?"

Ruan Youqing shook her head while cleaning up the dishes: "Misunderstanding." Since then, their mother and son have not been in contact. Ruan Youqing will not take the initiative to contact her easily, always afraid of causing trouble for her: "Is she okay?"

"It's no big deal." Grandpa sighed: "But I can't hide this trouble, so I can only have a showdown with my family."

Ruan Youqing's heart sank, and she only hoped that there would be no troubles: "What do they... say?"

"What can I say, the husband and wife don't care about each other. But they deserve to be angry if they hide such a big matter from others." Grandpa took out a box of Maojian from the refrigerator, put on a set of watery azure tea utensils, and began to cultivate himself. After washing the tea, he handed Ruan Youqing a cup of clear tea soup. The aroma of pine smoke wafted out of the curling water mist. Smell the fragrance and sip the taste. I’m going to some island for vacation during the Chinese New Year, and now I hear that a brother insists on asking you to go too.”

Ruan Youqing didn't answer, Cui Pinyue was probably only happy because she knew that her parents' feelings had not been intervened by other people, and had nothing to do with him.

Yangliu and his wife would naturally not agree to vacation with him, and he himself had absolutely no interest in meddling with other people's family affairs. He had long understood that Yangliu needed a new life, and he was used to taking care of himself.Everyone has their own fate, it doesn't matter that he and Yang Liu can't be ordinary mothers and children, just like he doesn't think hearing impairment is a big deal, changing the status quo will only make everyone unhappy.

Grandpa saw that he didn't want to speak, so he turned on the TV to listen to the opera. Ruan Youqing could vaguely hear the melodious opera voice when he took off the hearing aid. While drinking tea, he stared at the dusty candlestick-shaped crystal chandelier in a daze. The old decoration style of the house doesn't match at all.

"Young Qing!" Grandpa suddenly slapped him on the shoulder to wake him up. The old man is strong and healthy, and his hand strength is not weaker than that of a young man.

Grandpa pointed to the hanger by the door, and he saw the pocket of his coat light up and then go dark again.

Who is looking for him at this time?He took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat, only to find that there was more than one message, a series of messages were sent in groups to congratulate the New Year, some students he didn't know well, and there were senior sisters, Xiang Yu, and Lu Zhen.Lu Zhen's mouth was "Brother Youqing", and at first glance it was Lu Keke's tone, with a cute bunny emoji.Recently, he stole some free time and blew a few rabbits. The little girl saw that she liked it very much, but she kept in mind that the glassware should not be touched randomly, and she only circled around to take pictures.

Ruan Youqing chose a few people who had contacts to reply, just a simple happy new year, anyway, everyone will be bombarded with similar messages tonight, the picture is so lively, no one really cares who is original and who is a template , which one is false and which one is true.

——Remember to send a separate message to the instructor.

Xiang Yu reminded him.

should.Their instructor in the sculpture department, surnamed Wang, was at the bottom of the list.He flicked the screen, and Tang Tu's name flew up from the bottom of the screen. Ruan Youqing was taken aback, and then slowly dragged him back to the center.

--Happy New Year.

Although they only met twice, he also privately classified this person as "keep in touch".

Or it started from that afternoon, maybe because Tang Tu didn't ask him why he spoke so slowly like the others, as if he should have spoken like this, their communication was logical.Tang Tu also didn't ask Ruan Youqing any questions about what it felt like not being able to hear clearly, how much the hearing aid cost, as if these were not important.

Back then, even Xiang Yu was curious to do an experiment. It was not long before the two became friends. He asked Ruan Youqing to stand where he was without hearing aids. He stepped back step by step to see where Ruan Youqing's hearing limit was.

Xiang Yu has no malicious intentions, he is a kind and innocent child, he is just curious mixed with concern like many others, and every time he takes a small step back, he has to repeat: "Can you hear this? Can you hear clearly here?"

Ruan Youqing didn't feel very angry, but she couldn't help feeling a little cold.But he still nodded in agreement with him, nodded, and finally shook his head.If it were someone else, he might choose to shake his head and end the game directly from the beginning.

Everyone has something. Some people are short-sighted, some have astigmatism, some have a limp, and some are afraid of heights.It's just that he can't hear clearly, but everyone always feels that he is different.

--Happy New Year.What have you been up to lately?

Tang Tu quickly replied to him.

——Cups and the like, I don’t have much time to do my own thing, I just made a few rabbits.

He opened the photo album and wanted to send a few photos to the other party, but he couldn't choose one that was comparable to the one in the exhibition hall, so he finally gave up.Obviously, it didn't feel so bad when looking at it with the naked eye.

——Could you let me see next time we meet?

Tang Tu asked.

——When will we meet next time?

Ruan Youqing wanted to meet him, but recently he was thinking about concentrating on making glass, but he had many doubts in his heart.

He held his phone and waited for a while, and went to take a shower when he saw no response. Grandpa always went to bed early and got up early, so he was afraid of affecting the old man, so he climbed into bed before ten o'clock.The freshly washed sheets still smell of washing powder, which is very reassuring.He couldn't help but think of that bottle of extravagant perfume. If the bonus is paid out before the Spring Festival, he can buy a bottle.

The phone suddenly started to vibrate, and the number on the screen was very strange, a length he had never seen before.He's not sure if it's a scam call, but this time is too dedicated, doesn't the scammer need to rest?

He pressed the answer button and put the earpiece to his ear but remained cautiously silent. It took a long time for the other end of the call to speak: "Hello? Can you hear me?"

Although the voice was somewhat distorted, he could easily identify the owner of the voice.

"Hear," he said.

"I didn't talk when I heard it." The other party chuckled: "I was having lunch with other people just now, so it's not convenient to reply to your message."

"Lunch?" Ruan Youqing was taken aback, and looked out the already dark window: "Where are you?"

"In London, I'm here to visit a young painter." Tang Tu replied, "Noah Brown. The winner of the new Gold Medal at the Red Mountain Salon."

Although Ruan Youqing had never heard of this name, Hongshan Salon still heard of it: "Sorry, did I bother you?"

"No. I'll go back next month. Shall we meet?" Tang Tu's attitude was not high, but his tone was not obsequious. Ruan Youqing nodded and hung up the phone, not wanting to bother her, but suddenly remembered that the other party couldn't see him nod.This habit can't be changed for a long time.He opened WeChat and replied solemnly: OK, see you next month.

Ruan Youqing had three days off for the New Year, and spent two full days with his grandfather. He went back to the Venice workshop early to do something.

It was very cold in the container except at noon.He pushed the door and went in and couldn't help shrinking his neck, but saw the shadows behind the gauze curtain in the dim light of the evening.

There are actually butterflies breaking out of their cocoons at this time of year.

He quietly opened the translucent curtain and found that there was more than one.But it was only two days away, and the two citrus swallowtails with light yellow stripes were nothing more than that, and a blue swallowtail unexpectedly emerged.He couldn't quite tell which subspecies it was, but this translucent turquoise color should only be found in the southern region.This tenacious little creature is perched on the petals of a lavender hyacinth, its wings fluttering, and it doesn't seem to feel the slightest cold.

He went to the shabby factory cafeteria to search. In the corner was a sweet orange whose skin had begun to shrink. He cut it open and checked that there was still some moisture. onto the leaves.

In fact, it should be let go, maybe it will fly south, to a place more suitable for its growth.Ruan Youqing stared at its thin and beautiful wings from a close distance. The new roommate was very comfortable and did not panic because of his approach.

"I'll open the window for you at noon tomorrow." The petals moved as he spoke.

Since he took the initiative to disturb Tang Tu on New Year's Day, the other party greeted him occasionally, and asked about his recent situation and working environment, such as where to blow glass, materials and tools, is there anyone to help, where is the company, where does he live .

Ruan Youqing said that he lived in a place called Venetian Glass Workshop in the old industrial park. Tang Tu hadn't replied for a long time. Ruan Youqing guessed that he had never heard of this area. Life was inconvenient, the environment was not beautiful, and there were no famous landmarks.

——I would like to see it if I have the chance.

Finally, Tang Tu said so.

But Ruan Youqing didn't take it seriously, the word "have a chance" was vague, most of the time it was a polite excuse.

But a week later, Tang Tu really appeared.

The car drove into the industrial park, and the air seemed to be more turbid than the urban area. Tang Tu looked at the somewhat dilapidated street scene through the car glass. Many factories looked precarious, and workers wore all kinds of work clothes and dirty gloves. go.He has never been here before, it should be said that since he returned to China, he has hardly been out of the third ring area.

"Boss, are you sure the address is correct? That Ruan Youqing lives here?" Zhang Wenbin began to feel sorry for the car. The road surface was not clean, and from time to time there was the sound of small particles being rolled up by the wheels and hitting the chassis. He drove extremely slowly: "Tsk... what way is this..."

Seeing the courtyard wall of the Venetian glass workshop, Tang Tu asked Zhang Wenbin to park the car outside to wait, then wrapped himself in a windbreaker and got out of the car.Zhang Wenbin also came down, touched the roof of the car and sighed: "Oh, it's just a layer of dust."

Tang Tu ignored him, went straight to the gate, and saw several young workers.Their work leather aprons look like they haven't been washed in a century.He politely stopped them: "Excuse me, is Ruan Youqing here?"

The two workers looked at the person with a different painting style from top to bottom, and pointed to the gray house in the distance: "It's there."

Tang Tu took a look and couldn't help being startled. The house looked cruder than a warehouse. Can people live in it?

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