tiger teacher

Natural two is not because of her low IQ.On the contrary, she is definitely above most people in this world in terms of IQ.Her second is revealed without thinking from the bits and pieces in life. Most of the things done without thinking or thinking about the consequences for a moment will appear very stupid.

It was as if she closed the door vigorously just now. At that time, her mind was full of the embarrassment of being found by a friend of the opposite sex. She never thought that this friend of the opposite sex was still next to the car door. A little carelessness might cause physical harm to others.

The moment Wang Jian closed the door, he shrank back instinctively, but after all, relying on intuition and instinct, he only avoided the damage of his body but not the damage to his clothes from the car door.

The brand new white shirt was caught by the door, and the fabric on the entire back was torn off in an instant, revealing the tattoos all over his back.

Tianran Er's scream was subconsciously made when he saw the tattoo on Wang Jian's back, and after that, he took two steps back with a look of horror.

And Wang Jian also pulled out the torn clothes from the crack of the car door with a livid face, and walked away without a word with his head bowed.Only Tianran Er stood there staring blankly at Wang Jian's back and... the gorgeous tattoo on his back, until Wang Jian disappeared from his sight.

"Dawei..." Tianran Er called Dawei immediately after Wang Jian left, "Wang Jian has tattoos on his body."

"I have it on me too, what is this?"

"No...no..." Tianran Er looked at the direction where Wang Jian disappeared: "He has a whole back, like a piece of clothing."

Dawei regained his energy in an instant, and asked excitedly:

"What tattoo?"

"a cat……"

"Is it a tiger? Dear..." Dawei fell silent after finishing speaking: "You go home obediently, and I'll go find Wang Jian."

After hanging up the phone, the two naturally walked home, while Dawei, who was playing poker in a luxury club, threw away the cards in his hand: "Play slowly, remember to credit me."

"Hey, young master Xiao, just leave like this." A man dressed as a rich man stood up and teased Dawei: "Aren't you going to play the prince turning into a frog?"

"Get out, I don't have the elegance you have, Young Master Sun." Dawei put on his coat and said, "Let's go, remember not to tell my father and sister about me when you go back. Today is a private gathering."

"You can do it. Seeing your sister's virtue, I want to die. Talking to her will shorten my life."

Dawei snapped his fingers: "Let's go."

After walking outside, Dawei drove his little broken car, rushed all the way to the neighborhood where Wang Jian lived, and then poked outside his garage and knocked desperately on the door.

"Those who live in the garage, come out to pick up the guests. The uncle is here to discuss art."

But after knocking for 5 minutes, Wang Jian did not come out from inside. When he called him, his ringtone came from the house. Just when Dawei was about to give up, he turned his head and found that Wang Jian was wearing a scarf. An old shirt came out slowly from the public toilet, his hair was wet, it looked like he had taken a shower.

"Where did the dead go?"

"Take a shower." Wang Jian glanced at Dawei, and slowly opened the door: "Why are you looking for me so late? Are you sick?"

"Undress!"

"Hit you."

"I just heard the mascot say you have tattoos?"

Dawei followed Wang Jian into the door with a slut face, then closed the door wretchedly, rubbing his hands together: "Come on, let me have a look."

"Let others know and I will be fired."

"The mascot is so stupid, I won't talk nonsense. Come on, let me tell you, tattoos are particular. I learned it for a while, but I couldn't grasp the essence. I saw an old man with tattoos at the time. The things that come out are the same as the living ones, and I can't breathe no matter how I get tattooed."

Wang Jian was not hypocritical, took off his shirt, and turned to face Dawei.

And when Dawei really saw Wang Jian's tattoo, he was completely stunned.

Ordinary people's low-quality tattoos will gradually blur with time, and finally the fiercest pattern will become very cartoony, but Wang Jian's tattoo, it can be seen that it has been tattooed for many years, but it is not because of time. It becomes blurred, but it looks more tense because of the growth of the body.

Lifelike?If you use this word to describe it, it is simply a blasphemy to Wang Jian's tattoo.The pattern on his back is a rare tiger roaring at the moon. The hair on that tiger can be described as almost every detail, especially the bright red eyes, which at first glance look like something in a documentary The real king of howling mountains and forests.

"Double eye!" Dawei looked at it for a long time, and suddenly called out: "Dignified! How could someone handle this kind of tiger?"

Wang Jian shrugged and tried to put on his clothes, but was grabbed by Dawei: "Wait for me to take a picture!"

After continuously taking pictures from several angles, Dawei walked up to the front and pointed at Wang Jian who was putting on his clothes: "Don't sleep, I'll go see my master."

Wang Jian spat and went to the bed: "Who cares about you?"

But Dawei didn't care about Wang Jian's opinion, he ran out of the door in a whirlwind, and then went straight to the home of the master who taught him tattooing. He didn't care whether the old man was asleep or not, and just rang the doorbell fiercely when he went up.

"Who is it?" The tattooed old man opened the door in his pajamas: "Dawei? Why are you here?"

"Master, I'm looking at the best tattoo."

As he said that, Dawei couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and call out Wang Jian's tiger to show it to the famous tattoo artist all over the country. When the master saw it, his expression changed immediately.

"It's not a tattoo."

"Then what is this?" Dawei asked suspiciously, "A sticker?"

"No, no." Dawei's master sat on the sofa with his mobile phone in his hand: "It's too small, let's check it on the computer."

After the two enlarged the picture, the old man looked at it carefully and was full of emotion: "I didn't expect to see this handicraft. I thought I would never see it again in this life."

Seeing what he said, Dawei became energetic at the time: "Master, tell me quickly."

"This pattern looks like a tattoo. In fact, it is different from a tattoo." The old man turned around and took a book from the shelf: "It has been said above that some people are born with dragon cubs and tiger cubs. Some of them are the stars of Ziwei Zhongtian, such people have the emperor's life, even if they are not, they are also rich and powerful, but there are also evil dragons, which are rare, and there is nothing to say. But this tiger cub is more particular."

The old man carefully looked at the tattoo on Wang Jian's back: "In the old days, there was a saying that one dragon and two tigers were born to change the dynasty. The tiger here is the tiger cub, and the tiger cub mainly kills stars, and it is the lone star of the evil spirit. But Fate is a matter of chance, tiger cubs are common, but they usually don’t make it through Double Ten, because tiger cubs must be sickly and frail since they were young, and it’s lucky to have one in case, and there is a solution to this.”

"Crack? You mean tattoo?"

The master nodded: "This tattoo is actually called a life-changing pattern. Although life is very illusory, I think it does exist. The owner of this tattoo can carry such a live tiger, and his eyes are dotted. If you guessed right , These are the eyes of real tiger blood. So don't think about it, he is a tiger cub. Oh... no, after twenty, he is a fierce tiger."

Dawei smiled thoughtfully, and said to himself, "It's fierce enough."

"Ordinary people with this pattern will definitely be eaten, and will die in the end. But the pattern of tiger cubs can not only keep him safe, but also form a life pattern of two tigers accompanying each other, and all evils will not invade. If you know him, If you observe carefully, you will find that his luck has always been good, and he is very upright."

After the old man finished speaking, he sighed again:

"But it's a pity. If he can live past twenty without this companion tiger, he will be another Xiang Yu in vain. But with this, he doesn't have that killing intent. The tiger on his back also resisted his murderous aura. This kind of thing complements each other and is not perfect."

Dawei nodded: "He has a very bad temper."

"That's natural. After all, a tiger is a tiger. It's normal to be irritable. But when have you ever seen him really angry?" The old man squinted his eyes: "I heard from my master that most people with this kind of tiger tattoo They are both cold on the outside and hot on the inside, so they are easy to get along with. But..."

"But what? Don't be a fool."

"Once he is driven to a dead end, this fake tiger can't stand it anymore and will close his eyes."

"What do you mean?"

"I just heard that I have never seen a tiger cub in my life... But if the tiger behind him closes his eyes, he will really be a bad star." The old man rubbed his chin: "I also know So many."

Dawei lit a cigarette, looked at Wang Jian's tattoo quietly, and took a deep breath: "This is superstition."

"Then do you believe it?"

"I think... don't believe in things like fortune-telling."

"Don't believe me, you came to ask me? Go away, I want to sleep."

Dawei nodded again and again, and slowly walked towards the door with a smile on his face.But in the middle of the walk, he stopped suddenly: "Wait a minute... I have another question. I have never heard of this tattoo technique. Where can I find it now?"

"Go and ask who gave him the tattoo. Looking at the color, it has been tattooed for at least 20 years."

Upon hearing this, Dawei left quickly.I wandered back and forth like a yo-yo all night, from the time I received the call from Tianran Er at 08:30 to the time I returned to Wang Jian, three hours had passed.

"Wang Jian opened the door."

Wang Jian, who was called again, opened the door impatiently, frowned and looked at Dawei: "What are you going to do?"

"Go in and talk, go in and talk."

After entering the room, Dawei rubbed his hands again: "Who got your tattoo?"

"My Father."

"Where is his old man?"

Wang Jian silently took out the memorial tablet from the postman's bag beside the bed and put it in front of Dawei: "This."

Dawei wiped his face: "Sorry. How old were you when you got the tattoo?"

"Four or five years old, anyway, I was a medicine jar at that time, and I almost died of illness several times. He tattooed this on me." Wang Jian looked at Dawei inexplicably: "What do you want to do?"

Dawei cleared his throat and stared into Wang Jian's eyes: "Ajian, look at my eyes, how sincere."

"If you want to sexually harass me, I'll break your neck."

"I'm not gay!" Dawei reiterated again: "Tell me, is your family a big family?"

"Do you think so?"

Dawei looked up at the low garage and the leak-picking facilities in the room, and sighed silently: "Okay, you are not."

"That's it."

"I just thought your tattoo was..."

"It has been lost." Wang Jian spread his hands: "This is called the tiger's roar mountain forest pattern, which is a life-changing pattern. I didn't learn it. This pattern is because I am the star of the palace who kills the wolf, and I can't survive twenty if I don't wear it. And if I don't get tattooed, I should be shot, I have a serious intention to kill."

Dawei was stunned at the time: "You know?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"Then you didn't say it earlier? I've circled our city!"

"Are you saying that you are sick? You get up and leave in a hurry. Besides asking me to show you the tattoo, do you ask me anything else?"

Dawei's face twitched, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Then what are you doing making faces for our mascot?"

"She ruined two of my clothes in three days, can I be happy? You don't know how poor I am."

"you win……"