In the top vacation mansion that is being renovated, the low lights are on, and everyone gathers around: "Sun Ming has so many lovers, wives, and children, and he will soon be all over the city to find him." ”

De Miaofu couldn't help but ask the seventh aunt: "Can you tell your illegitimate son Qidao to open one eye and close one eye?"

The seventh aunt was glared: "Why do you want to say that my son is an illegitimate child?"

De Miaofu waved his hand: "Saying that illegitimate children commemorate your secret and unsightly, singing and crying love in those years." ”

Qigu frowned: "You insulted me, but you can also say it like praising me?"

Sun Ming woke up and was stunned when he saw the room full of people: "Why are so many kidnappers not masked?"

I saw Ye Feng again: "Why are you going the wrong way, nephew?"

I saw Goldman Sachs crawling out from the other side again: "Now that the popular side hustle is also so rebellious, is it thrilling?"

Goldman Sachs remembered something when he saw Sun Ming: "Mr. Sun, something seems to have happened to you at home recently, right?"

Sun Ming thought for a long time: "Oh, it's just that I asked the doctor to falsify a medical record, saying that I have a terminal illness and secretly revealing it to my wife." ”

"Mr. Sun, you are also a lot old. Goldman Sachs stepped aside and poured a cup of hot tea: "It was a whimsy to think of testing people's hearts and loyalty?"

Everyone sighed in unison: "You will definitely be injured in the end." ”

"I mean. Sun Ming leaned back in his chair: "Maybe there will be a miracle in my life?"

"It's a miracle that you're the richest man in your life. Ah Xi was very jealous and said, "Don't be too greedy and want more miracles." ”

Sun Ming's eyes suddenly lit up: "Actually, the kidnapping of acquaintances is no better, if you are willing to cooperate with me, I am willing to use the money in the bank to share with everyone as a reward." ”

When De Miaofu heard it, "Do you believe the words of the rich man?"

"I promise. Sun Ming immediately pointed three fingers to the sky: "I will definitely take less than one of my ten-millionth of my net worth to complete the game of my life, just as a game and a dream, if I regret it then, you can take me for ransom." ”

Qixi took the long paper and cinnabar that had been written: "Then sign the contract according to the handprint first." ”

Ah Xi threatened viciously: "If you dare to repent, we will sell you as a pig to the Milk Street Human Trafficking Leather Bag Company." ”

De Miaofu asked: "Is it a sausage, a year of the year, and a brother of the month of the moon?"

Ah Xi nodded: "Are there any other human traffickers besides them?"

Blue sky and white clouds, transparent and refreshing, Sister-in-law Cai held Sun Ming carefully: "Mr. Sun, you must go slowly." ”

The people who followed him watched step by step: "How dare you release the prisoner without permission?"

"Prisoners are also people. Sister-in-law Cai's eyes were gentle and seemed to be dripping water: "I just want to accompany Mr. Sun to experience a light in the dark." ”

Stretching out his orchid finger, he timidly hooked Sun Ming's hand: "You close your eyes and imagine that this is a street where no one is there at night, and it is a natural paradise for the blind and helpless." ”

Fan Yue Ze in the rear covered Sun Ming's eyes with a black cloth: "The immersive experience is more real." ”

Sister-in-law Cai pulled Sun Ming's hand in front: "Suddenly a big truck rushed towards you.......

Sun Ming was startled, and Sister-in-law Cai suddenly let go of Sun Ming's hand, just like stepping on the air with her foot, and Sun Ming's face appeared in horror: "Oh my God." ”

Sister-in-law Cai took Sun Ming's hand again in an instant: "Mr. Sun, don't be afraid, we will always be here." ”

As soon as he uncovered the black cloth blindfold on the outside, Sun Ming sighed: "It was originally different, but when I saw you, I lost that state of mind." ”

"That's it. Sun Ming waved his hand and said, "After the matter is completed, I will give you another 500,000 yuan alone." ”

Sister-in-law Cai was so excited that she bowed again and again: "Mr. Sun, you don't have to be so tall the first time?"

Seeing this, the rest of the people hurriedly gathered around and stepped forward: "Mr. Sun, we have more experiences in Milk Street for you to enjoy." ”

As the sun set, the sun shined through the tulle, and as soon as he lay down in the wide coffin, Sun Ming couldn't help but turn his head sideways and ask almsgiving: "Is there still a double coffin now?"

Alms nodded: "There are coffins for all three people." ”

Sun Ming looked at the side wall of the coffin: "Even if the coffin is buried empty, what is usually inside?"

"That's a lot. Alms raised his fingers and counted Sun Ming: "Portraits, ashes, hair, bracelets, photos, awards, dolls, and countless meaningful funeral items." ”

Sun Ming stretched out his hand and touched it: "Then in the future, I will definitely customize a crystal coffin." ”

Alms asked, "Is there a dream of being Snow White?"

Sun Ming shook his head: "I want to see everyone's expressions clearly. ”

Alms was puzzled: "How can you see that you are dead?"

Sun Ming did not answer the words of charity and said: "I don't want to cry outside when I arrive, I must set off fireworks." ”

Alms was even more puzzled: "How can you set off fireworks when you are dead?"

The swishing of flowers on Milk Street rose to the sky, Sun Ming and Alms walked out of the coffin and entered the crowd of people who were eating in the Ninth Uncle Dragon Garden, Ye Feng, who was eating, felt that something was wrong: "If one day I attend a funeral, and suddenly the people in the morgue come out to share the table with me, do you think I will be scared to death on the spot?"

Shi Shi glared at Ye Feng: "Shouldn't your family's hereditary cuckoo cry blood disease vomit blood first?"

And he added, "Should you believe that you are dead, or that he is dead?"

"Believe I'm dead, of course. Ye Feng hurriedly said: "What I hope most is that after death, I can really see the transparent world outside as a soul." ”

Uncle Nine handed over the menu from behind: "Mr. Sun, this kind of century-old banquet is dedicated to thanking relatives and friends for the funeral, and you can come to patronize it in the future." ”

When night fell, Fan Yueze shuttled through the crowd and sold all kinds of keychains, such as giant pandas, white toad flowers, silkworms, mini creams, combs, lop-eared rabbits, jumping back and forth between the fingers of pedestrians, on the backpack, Sun Ming and Goldman Sachs in disguise couldn't help but look sideways: "I haven't touched such a childlike thing for a long time." ”

Goldman Sachs pulled Fan Yueze: "Wait." ”

Sun Ming lowered his head and looked carefully: "I really want everything." ”

Fan Yueze lowered his voice: "Mr. Sun, why don't you go to the tattoo parlor in Beiming if you are so interested?"

Sun Ming asked, "Can the elderly get tattoos?"

Fan Yueze was dissatisfied: "Could it be that the body hair and skin are subject to the parents, and when the time is about to be returned to the parents, don't you dare to get tattoos?"

At night, Milk Street, the newly opened shopping mall is full of tourists, in the transparent window of the pet store, Angora rabbit, mini rabbit, lop-eared rabbit, squirrel, chinchilla are all cute and cute, a mood of despair and hope in the wig shop fights back and forth, the bright and spacious bookstore, the flip between the fingers seems to be able to stay away from the indifference of the end of the city, Beiming pours a cup of kumquat lemon tea to the male customer with a wide back and a wide chest, and wonders about the pattern he has just chosen: "This permanent tattoo will be brought to the grave in the future." ”

Again: "Such a long kite line, it is really a slight slower hand speed will be offset." ”

The man with the tiger's back and the bear's waist insisted on tattooing the blue pattern of the little boy riding a bicycle and holding the moon: "You must have thought that I would choose the dark system, don't you allow me to have a tiger in my heart in this life, and the rose sniffs?"

As soon as Bei Ming sprayed the anesthetic on the man's back, the man immediately turned pale and drenched in cold sweat: "It hurts, it really hurts." ”

Bei Ming hurriedly grabbed the tattoo needle and showed it to the man: "This is not tattooed yet?"

The man couldn't stop trembling, his eyes were dilated, and he seemed to be so weak that he didn't have a piece of flesh in his whole body: "It's really a severe pain, and the pain is overwhelming, I can't be allergic to anesthetics, right?"

Beiming immediately put down the tattoo needle angrily: "I can't see you in my life, a muscular beard, a pretentious pseudo-sissy, I won't do your business tonight." ”

As soon as the man left, Beiming just pressed the water dispenser in the lounge to brew a cup of kumquat lemon tea, then he heard the sound of pushing the door outside, and walked out to look at Sun Ming and Goldman Sachs who had just walked in. ”

Sun Ming looked at the patterns pasted all over the store, and his voice was like a bleak wind in the mountains, accompanied by the sound of a zither on the ancient city wall: "Do you have a tattoo pattern in your store?"

Beiming casually handed a copy to Sun Ming to read: "Color, black and white, full, hollow, Mr. Sun, do you want a tattoo?"

Sun Ming flipped a few pages at random and stayed in one place, Goldman Sachs looked at it, densely packed with keychains of different shapes, spreading into a wide labyrinth, faintly a red rose in the wilderness, bright as spring, the color was burning like blood, lonely, desperate, arrogant, mysterious, blooming between the thorns, Gao Shengguang gasped: "This kind of tattoo is to escape death." ”

Bei Ming was also very anxious when he saw it: "How can such a complicated pattern match your age, Mr. Sun?"

Sun Ming glared: "I absolutely believe in your unique painting skills." ”

As soon as the tattoo needle fell, it mixed with a heavy sense of beauty, thin and diffuse, and the gorgeous colors flowed brightly, like a rain of fireworks blooming in the sky, Goldman Sachs listened to the dense sound, the creepy is like a tattoo machine jumping, the colors are dancing brightly, the fiery red roses are burning like fire, indulging in anger, a glance for ten thousand years, and the corners of the eyes and eyebrows can be dreamed.

Sun Ming was in a kind of confusion in the superposition of pain, like a dream, next to the ghostly Qigu, the storytelling voice is like a separation, ethereal: "In the fog, on the yellow and purple amber rosewood table, rose yam puree, rose mung bean cake, rose soy sauce chicken, rose braised pork, rose vegetable flowers, full of stacks, Mr. Sun, you are imprisoned in a bright red rose, the petals that can never be broken are layered, and the nose is full of that rich and strong aroma." ”

Qigu lowered her voice even more: "The woman on the table picked up a piece of rose cake, tightened it between her lips, mobilized all her taste buds, a kind of unscrupulous, blazing joy is natural, Mr. Sun, you melt, crisp, flowing gorgeously in the woman's blood, bones are intertwined, limbs are blended, and finally erupt and disappear, deeply imprinted in the woman's soul." ”

Qigu turned the storybook again: "The silver and white moonlight is sprinkled all over, tonight and night, just for the lover to drink wine with a smile, Mr. Sun, you have a glass of poisonous wine in your stomach, or sad or happy, piercing the intestines and scraping the bones without expecting the brutal bloodthirsty, in the tranquil death, the delicate red rose roared and paralyzed the body, from then on the warm and tired growth, only to the blood as a sacrifice, streamer, dewdrops, rainbows, flying glow, aurora one by one growth and bloom, in the sink again and again finally let you solidify into cold white bones, between the division and the combination, copy out the most primitive inscription. ”

Goldman Sachs looked at the page: "It's all blank paper?"

Qigu said triumphantly: "These are all old stories that I have passed thousands of times in my head. ”

The tattoo needle is like an electrocardiogram needle constantly beating between the peaks and valleys, the momentum is magnificent, and the colorful heartbeat transforms into an eternal seven-color color, never stopping to jump on the skin, the piercing pain brings Sun Ming to spread all the rain and snow for a while, barren smoke and vines, Beiming is like putting on the most bewitching mask on Sun Ming's back, and like removing the most complete disguise, Goldman Sachs kept persuading beside him: "You light, light." ”

Black and red, light and heat, thousands of obsessive, unrepentant, bewitching, crystal lights passing between the branches and leaves, loyalty, rebellion, loneliness, strength, drunkenness, gold, the North Ming stopped in his hand and looked at Sun Ming's heart palpitating: "Mr. Sun, are you okay?"

Beiming was also startled when he saw it: "Mr. Sun, why are you in tears?"

"Immersive. Sun Ming raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes: "I've been really tired of emotions all my life." ”