my old life

Chapter 2007 The Price of Tattoos

Everything in this world has two sides. It is common sense that there must be extra pressure behind the cool scenery.

Tattoo itself cannot represent a person's character, but the secular world will put a label on people, which cannot be regarded as a label of trend and fashion.

In addition to being able to like tattoos at a very fashionable and cool age, tattoos are mostly not used at other times, but will bring additional burdens.

In fact, whether a person is social or not is not judged by tattoos, but by life experience and family background, and more by the eyes of a person!
A ferocious wolf can show its murderous aura without showing its fangs, and a cowardly dog ​​can't change anything substantial even if it is tattooed as a tiger... This is the difference!

In the past, my second uncle used to say that what makes a man powerful is not his appearance and money, but his indomitable, brave and fearless heart!
"Little sister, go out and buy me two packs of cigarettes. I want this brand." I shook the cigarette case in my hand, and she looked at me inexplicably.

"Brother let the big guy go, I'm going to start tattooing!"

"Little sister, go, I don't worry about the two of them going." I teased, and she nodded and ran out.

"Sanming, this little girl really listens to you! It's like eating gunpowder at ordinary times." Da Bing teased me, and I smiled helplessly.

"Haha, this is the charm of personality! I need you to do me a favor, soldier."

"Say something!"

"Help me keep an eye on Lisa and see if I can follow the clues to find Prince Long. The premise is that I can't be found, and I have to ensure my own safety!"

"That's no problem. Her five-six car is easy to find."

"Just to be on the safe side, you can disguise yourself and buy some glasses and masks. Go now!"

"Okay! Huben stay here and watch carefully, call me if you need anything!"

"Don't worry, squad leader, there's no problem!" Huben agreed, and the soldier turned his head and left.

"Hu Ben, go and rest. I'll just get tattoos here and I won't go anywhere. If I need something, I'll call you."

"Okay, then I won't bother you." Hu Ben said slyly, I rolled my eyes helplessly, I didn't expect this idiot to learn to tease people!

In the past, Huben always had a dark face and didn't speak, a taciturn and boring person. He has been exposed to routines in society and let go a lot.

In a blink of an eye, Wen Yao ran back with two packs of Xuanhemen in his hand. He didn't expect that he could actually buy a brand of cigarettes here.

"Brother, here it is!"

"Thanks! This is my favorite brand. Do you smoke?"

"Occasionally smoke a little."

"Don't smoke anymore, I don't like girls who smoke." I said something pretending to be serious, and she nodded immediately.

In fact, girls smoking will always give people a sense of depravity and decadence. Although this is a very narrow definition, it cannot escape the eyes of the world!

"Brother, bear with me, I'm going to start!" The little girl was buzzing with the tattoo machine. To be honest, she was a little nervous for the first time in her life.

"No problem, this little thing is nothing to me." I pretended to be relaxed and said something, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

The buzzing tattoo machine is like the wings of a bee, which immediately brings a tingling sensation when it penetrates the skin, as if it is scratching the skin!
"Is brother in pain?"

"Of course!" I didn't mean to pretend to be strong, because people's strength never needs to be disguised, otherwise it is easy to collapse and shatter.

It is false to say that tattoos do not hurt. The more sensitive a person's skin is to pain, the better. The only difference lies in the tolerance of people to pain.

"Brother just bear with it, logically speaking, cutting flesh and getting tattoos will hurt even more."

"I didn't expect this thing to be really painful. Last time when I cut my flesh and got a tattoo, I was unconscious and didn't feel it. Afterwards, it still hurt for several days."

I don't have any taboos. If I wasn't in a coma, I wouldn't get a tattoo, and I wouldn't choose to cut my flesh and get a tattoo.

"This time, because the tattoo is on the scar, it will be extremely painful. Brother, just stick to it for a while and it will be fine!"

"So it's like this!" I muttered, no wonder it hurts and itches, the taste is really uncomfortable.

After a while, I broke out in a cold sweat. I felt that tattooing was purely self-harm and suffering. Using a machine to cut through the flesh and inject pigment, the skin of my body was ruined.

If I have smooth skin and flesh, I will never take the initiative to destroy it, and I can only bear it in order to cover the marks of the tattooed flesh.

I know very well what tattoos will bring me, and I also know those strange eyes in the future, but I have no choice.

In the past, the second uncle often said that no matter what decision a person makes, he must be responsible for himself. Never make a decision lightly without thinking about the consequences, because some decisions will change a person's life!
I kept wiping sweat from the pain of the tattoo, which made me understand what it means to enjoy the pain, and it also reminded me of many decisions I had made.

Gambling made me lose a lot, but it also brought me a lot of experience and insights. I grew up in loneliness and sharpened in pain...

Soon, the little girl scratched my entire back with the tattoo machine. The speed was very fast, but my head kept breaking out in cold sweat. The stinging pain was continuous and uninterrupted.

"Is it done?" I turned my head and asked, feeling that she had been tattooed for a long time.

"I just drew the outline, and I haven't finished the painting yet! I still need to trim and color it later, and it will take a few days to complete... Do you want to take a break?"

"Try not to stop in the middle, finish it as soon as possible!" I have to hurry up and finish it, because the opponent won't leave me too much time.

"Brother, can you bear it?"

"Of course! I have been to the gate of hell, and I can still bear this little pain."

"Brother, can you talk to me about the origin of these scars? I can also distract you."

"Okay!" I lit a cigarette and took two puffs, recalling those days in the smoky atmosphere.

"I have countless injuries, large and small. I have fought bloody street fights, been hunted down, stabbed and kidnapped..."

Everything is as clear as yesterday, and every scar on my body reminds me that none of this will disappear with time.

I don't know if the tattoo will make me forget these scars and the painful memories... I don't know if it can make me usher in a new start.

"It's really unimaginable. I've heard that my brother is a very powerful person. It's so cool!"

"I don't know if it's cool or not, anyway, if you don't die, you're lucky..."

"Brother, who is your favorite woman?"

"This one……"

"Is it Ms. Chen from the BOA Group? I've seen it a few times and felt very cold, even from a long distance away."

"She has always been like that. She bears the pressure that many people cannot bear. Serenity is the protective color she gives herself."

"why?"

"If you want not to be rejected by others, the best way is to reject others first."

"Oh, no wonder Miss Chen is so cold, doesn't she have any friends?"

"She has a lot, I don't know the specifics."

"I heard from Brother Hui that there is Miss Misu, what kind of person is she?"

"Children, don't ask around, you will know when you have a chance in the future!"

"Hmph! I'm already 19 years old, I'm already an adult!"

"A long time ago? You said it as old-fashioned, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Of course not. Those people approaching me are just routines. To put it bluntly, they just want to fuck me."

"Is there any difference between routines and feelings?"

"Of course there is! You don't want to be responsible for routines, but you have to be responsible for feelings!"

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to be a relationship expert at such a young age. You are worthy of being a person who went to casinos at the age of three!"

"Brother, you are laughing at me! Ignore you!"

"No, no, just kidding!"

"I know brother is joking, otherwise I'll give you a tattoo of Zhu Bajie!"

"..."

I was completely speechless for a while, I thought I looked at Qianmu Shura like Zhu Bajie, but I didn't expect her to look like it!
"Sister, tell the truth, is this pattern evolved from Zhu Bajie?"

"How is this possible? Qianmu Shura is very powerful! Don't worry, I will do my best to make it perfect!"

"You don't have to try your best, and you must cover up the marks of the flesh-cutting tattoo."

"Ok!"

Time passed slowly, from noon to afternoon, the tattoo machine kept swiping back and forth, and I could even feel the heat on the machine as it buzzed.

I feel like a piece of rag, the skin on my body is probably scratched!
(End of this chapter)