The breeze does not pass me by

Chapter 11 You Should Write Another Little Tree

There was still an hour before the dinner party stipulated by the squad leader, Chen Xiaoyin asked the driver to change the route and go to the tattoo shop she had visited before.

The tattoo shop opened at the end of an alley. A few rough stone slabs were paved in front of the door, and a few unknown purple flowers emerged from the gaps.After stepping up the steps, there is a curtain made of transparent plastic sheets, and the light behind it is a bit dim.

Opening the door curtain, Chen Xiaoyin yelled familiarly: "I didn't expect it, I came back so soon and brought you a customer."

"Little sister, it's you." The tattoo artist who was eating takeaway put down his chopsticks and got up to greet her.

It was almost time to get off work, and he was alone in the store.

Liang Chan followed behind Chen Xiaoyin, not as carefree as she was, looking around with restrained eyes.Although the store is small, it has all internal organs. The sofas, coffee tables, and shelves are neatly arranged, and they are kept clean and tidy. They are not as messy as she imagined.

The tattoo artist was a boy in his early twenties, wearing a black T-shirt, showing brightly colored and intricately lined arms, tilting his head to look at Liang Chan: "You want a tattoo?"

Liang Chan stopped looking, and turned her attention back to the speaker: "Yes."

Chen Xiaoyin understood Liang Chan's temperament, took her arm, and dragged her to the front: "Don't be nervous, this handsome guy is very skilled."

The boy called "handsome guy" scratched his neck, lowered his head and smiled, and brought a stack of albums and put them on the nearby table: "Choose the pattern first, or you can bring your own pictures to make."

Liang Chan didn't look at the stack of albums, thought for a few seconds, and asked a little bit reluctantly: "Can you describe the pattern, can you draw it?"

"Okay." The tattoo artist is used to seeing all kinds of scenes, so this kind of request is very common, "Let me tell you first, the design fee will be higher."

Liang Chan had no objection.

The tattoo artist asked her what pattern she wanted to tattoo. He first drew it for her to see, and then started when he was satisfied.

Liang Chan pointed to the half bowl of ramen that was about to be dumped on the side of the sofa: "Why don't you finish it first?"

The tattoo artist didn't expect this girl to be so caring, so he didn't refuse. He sat down and finished half a bowl of noodles, wiped his mouth, picked up the iPad on the sofa, and took off the magnetic Apple Pencil on the side. , open the painting software, and create a new blank canvas: "Now we can talk."

Liang Chan glanced at Chen Xiaoyin. The latter walked to a wall and admired the photos hanging on the wall with her hands behind her back. They were tattoo designs displayed by customers in the store. She looked at them with great interest.

Liang Chan said in a low voice, "I want to kiss a cicada surrounded by a gust of wind."

The pen tip paused on the screen, leaving a tiny black dot. The tattooist was stunned, tapped the screen with two fingers, and withdrew the little black dot: "I know the cicada, the cicada on the tree, what will the wind do?" Painting baffles me."

Wind is something that has no representation. It can be a raised branch, a dandelion being blown away, or a wave on the water surface... Only the wind itself cannot be painted.

Liang Chan thought about it on the way here: "It doesn't need to be so complicated, just draw a few wavy lines, and I can understand what they mean."

The tattooist turned the Apple Pencil at his fingertips in a circle, made an "OK" gesture, and drew a lifelike cicada on the blank canvas, drawing a few lines around it.The tattoo artist has excellent aesthetics, and a few strokes create a feeling of mutual dependence between the wind and the cicada.

Liang Chan took one look and expressed satisfaction.

"Where is the tattoo?" The tattoo artist led her to the small room behind where the machine was placed.

Liang Chan didn't think about this issue beforehand, and she paused in her steps. She wanted to hide this little secret in a place that would not be easily discovered by others.

"A little below the abdomen." After she finished speaking, she pointed to him.

The tattoo artist installed disposable needles on the machine, put on gloves, and held up the handle to see where her fingers fell: "Many girls get tattoos here. Wearing midriff-baring clothes in summer can just show it. Believe me, it's absolutely beautiful."

Liang Chan remained silent, she didn't wear a navel-baring dress, she wouldn't show it.

The pattern must be transferred to the skin first, and then the needles are used to pierce the small holes to inject the coloring material.Chen Xiaoyin said it doesn't hurt, it's the same as an ant bite, everyone's pain may be different, even with anesthesia applied, Liang Chan can still feel a clear pain every time he stings.

As the pain became more and more intense, the pattern was deeply engraved on the skin.

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The two girls who went to get tattoos after the college entrance examination could only drink drinks and eat light dishes at the dinner party that night, because they had to avoid food for a week.

The promise of not getting drunk or returning to nothing came to naught, and watched others clink glasses and drink happily.

Chen Xiaoyin put her arms around Liang Chan's neck, leaned on her shoulder and asked: "I saw your tattoo, Cicada is your name, it's easy to understand, what do those lines mean? I didn't understand it, but it's strange. good-looking."

Liang Chan threw the question to her: "Guess."

Chen Xiaoyin didn't drink, and was affected by the atmosphere in the private room, her face showed a slightly drunken state: "I guess... I can't guess. If you want me to say, the cicada should stay on the tree, and you should write a small tree." Tree."

Liang Chan smiled but said nothing.

After sitting for a while, she wanted to go to the bathroom and asked Chen Xiaoyin if she could go.

Chen Xiaoyin shook her head, let go of her neck, and let her go.

As her deskmate, she could feel that Xiao Chan was often unhappy, and she didn't know what happened to her.It's always a bad thing to make people so unhappy, so she wisely didn't ask.

Liang Chan came out of the bathroom and met an unexpected person in the corridor.

Hu Beizi was still joking with her companions for the last second, when she bumped into Liang Chan who hadn't seen her for several months, the smile on her face froze in an instant, and transformed into strong disgust and sarcasm.

"Why aren't you dead yet?" Hu Beizi drank the wine, and the pent-up resentment came back, pointing at her nose and swearing, "Since you disappeared from my world, please disappear completely, don't be fucking around Can I hang around in front of my eyes? When I see your face, I will think of your shameless mother and father who murdered and set fire. Did you do it on purpose, Liang Chan, to disgust me and make me unhappy!"

Liang Chan lived a peaceful and peaceful life, almost forgetting those painful memories, and Hu Beizi's words easily aroused her nightmares.

She was trembling like sifting chaff, turned to leave, but was grabbed by Hu Beizi who rushed forward.

"Stop!" Hu Beizi glanced at her from top to bottom, and sneered, "It seems that your mother taught you a lot of tricks to seduce men before she died, and the benefactor is so willing to spend money on you, does his wife know? "

These words imply that Liang Chan was taken care of by a rich man as a mistress, which caused the companion behind her to show a contemptuous smile.

Liang Chan twisted her wrist, the pain was so painful that she almost burst into tears: "Let go."

"I won't let you go, what can you do?" Hu Beizi pinched her chin, and complained with tears in her eyes, "Your mother shamelessly destroyed other people's families, your father killed other people's father, Liang Chan, what did you do when you saw me?" Can you be so calm? You should kneel down and repent and beg my forgiveness, and you should kowtow to my mother to apologize!"

Liang Chan's chin was pinched red, leaving a few deep nail marks. She endured the pain and said, "I kneel down to beg your forgiveness and kowtow to your mother to apologize. Can you let me go from now on?"

If she can be in love with each other in this way, she can do the same.

Hu Beizi's eyes were filled with tears, and she gritted her teeth with hatred: "Impossible! Don't think about it in your life!"

Liang Chan smiled wryly: "Then what are you talking about?"

Chen Xiaoyin waited in the private room for a while, but she didn't see Liang Chan come back, so she went out to look for her worriedly, but saw a group of girls dragging her to the elevator, and one of the girls grabbed her by the hair.

Chen Xiaoyin, who had never seen such a battle before, was startled, screamed and rushed over, but it was still a step too late, the elevator had already closed and went down.

She pressed the elevator button desperately, to no avail.

She stepped on a raised object, and she looked down, it was Liang Chan's dropped cell phone.The screen lit up at this very moment, showing a call coming in.

(End of this chapter)