Tattoolove

Author: Pistachio (far right)

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1.

The sky has faded a little, and there are no people in this dilapidated alley hidden in a corner of the city, Zhang Jiuling squatted in the corner and smoked, frowning slightly

After taking a sip of the cigarette butt in his mouth, he skillfully controlled the white mist to swim around his body.

Then all of them erupted, and the white mist floated on the young man's young face, half covering the young man's eyes, floating in the air, separating, spreading, and finally disappearing.

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Facing the wind at the mouth of the alley, the corners of Zhang Jiuling's clothes were blown and fluttered, and a cigarette quickly burned out.

Zhang Jiuling looked back at the place where the red light flashed at the end of the alley again, and the cigarette butts on his fingertips were faintly hot.

He turned around, threw the cigarette butt in the corner, and stared at the flickering red dots.

Finally, at the moment when the red dot disappeared, Zhang Jiuling stood up, and with the courage he mustered, he strode into the alley.

The last house at the end of the alley, not old but still with a sense of age, next to it spelled out in neon two big characters reflected in Zhang Jiuling's eyes, "tattoo".

This is the second time he's standing here.

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Looking at the neon light reflected on the glass, it was a little too gorgeous, and Zhang Jiuling remembered the scene when he first came.

With all his savings, when he mustered up the courage to actually lift his feet and go in, the scene he saw was very different from what he had imagined.

A sense of art that is somewhat incompatible with the tattoo comes to the face.

Zhang Jiuling hadn't been to the city's newly opened art museum, and he felt that he didn't need to go.

There are all kinds of novel sculptures, wall paintings, and several paintings in the style of modern impressionism.

The Virgin Mary, who was barely above, made eye contact with him, and he only glanced at it in a hurry.

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He walked towards the innermost, and in the dim light the man leaned over, black rubber gloves and a needle in his hand, and concentrated on leaving his painting at the waist of a female guest.

The man was so absorbed in his work that his half-length hair hung down on his forehead.

Even through the mask, Zhang Jiuling could still imagine the almost solemn expression on the man's handsome face.

Finally.......

When a rose bloomed from the woman's waist, the man spoke, "You want a tattoo?" ”

Zhang Jiuling stared at the extremely beautiful rose on the woman's waist, swaying with the woman's body, like the one swaying in the wind.

"Yes."

The woman had already left, and the man took off his mask, lit a cigarette, and puffed up.

"What do you want to tattoo?" The man's tightly wrapped hands, covered in black rubber gloves, exude an aura of abstinence.

The wisp of smoke from the cigarette between his two fingers seduced him intentionally or unintentionally.

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Zhang Jiuling swallowed his saliva, "I didn't think about it." ”

The man laughed, picked up a stack of drawings piled on the table and handed it to him, "Pick slowly." ”

Zhang Jiuling struggled for an afternoon, looking over and over again on the wall in his hand, and finally watched the man pull out the small half box of Marlboro.

After drinking two cocktails with him, the man said to him, "Go back, come back when you're ready." ”

The man told him that the novelty was only three days.

Zhang Jiuling listened, he went back, today is exactly three days, and he still came.

Zhang Jiuling is sure that he will not regret it, and he can defeat the whim of freshness in three days, and he can also force himself to look directly into his heart.

This time, he knew what he wanted.

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2.

There were no customers today, so Wang Jiulong sat in the shop all afternoon, and there was a pile of manuscripts that he had scribbled and altered on the workbench.

The irritable man took out another cigarette and lit it, and the man, who rarely smoked, had smoked nearly half a box today.

He glanced up at the wall clock on the wall, which was exactly half past seven.

Usually if there are no guests, he is ready to clean up and close the door at this point, and after spitting out a beautiful smoke ring, Wang Jiulong extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray.

Xu wanted to give up, Wang Jiulong got up and began to pack up his things, there seemed to be providence in the dark, and when he looked back, the young man's face appeared on the glass at the door.

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Wang Jiulong smiled, sat back in his place, pulled out a discarded manuscript from the messy workbench, and pretended to be very busy.

In front of him is the shadow that Wang Jiulong is familiar with, the shadow who has been scurrying in this alley all day long, obviously just becoming an adult, and he always likes to pose like a gangster boss.

Relying on a few small followers, he has to fight with the local snake for 800 rounds every day.

Wang Jiulong can see Zhang Jiuling and his younger brother going to fight with people through the glass in the tattoo shop every day, and after a while, he ran back with people scolding and scolding.

The next day, I rushed over again, and so on.

Slowly, Wang Jiulong became more and more curious about him, and so did Zhang Jiuling.

Almost all of the bad boys have a dream of being a crazy boy, and tattoos are the standard in their eyes.

Especially Zhang Jiuling's younger brothers, they have encouraged Zhang Jiuling to take the lead and set an example of a big brother more than once.

But for Zhang Jiuling, what made him more curious than the tattoo was the owner of this tattoo shop, who had fair and clean skin, and always loved to stand at the door and smile at him like a big brother, why would he be the owner of a tattoo shop?

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Wang Jiulong knew that he would come, but he knew this, so when Zhang Jiuling stood in front of him, he didn't hold back a word.

One doesn't know what to say, the other doesn't know what to write, and it's strange that two people can stay like this for an afternoon, and both people really feel that they owe it to something that kills time like tobacco and alcohol.

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3.

Zhang Jiuling walked in, Wang Jiulong calculated the time, and stood up to greet him appropriately.

"What did you think about?"

"Okay......." Zhang Jiuling hesitated to speak, "Can you tell me what your name is first?" ”

Wang Jiulong understood, and both of them laughed.

Zhang Jiuling remembered the first time he met Wang Jiulong's eyes, he was beaten embarrassed, and when he withdrew to the end of the alley with his little brother, he glanced back.

Wang Jiulong stood there holding his hands and looked at himself, smiling so brightly, that smile fell in his eyes, and the whole world brightened, and then went straight through his heart

Dirty, cardiac arrest.

At this time, Zhang Jiuling was already lying on the tattoo bed and took off his shirt, "You don't have to say it, come on." ”

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Wang Jiulong watched his smooth and undulating chest lie in his ear

Ask, "Are you sure?" ”

"Sure." Zhang Jiuling stared at the eyes of the Virgin Mary, unable to take his eyes off it.

The pain of the tattoo needle stabbing on the body is not light, but it is bearable.

But because the swelling of the right chest due to the stinging pain was a little too colorful, the person lying down would not have thought how unbearable this scene would be for his tattoo artist.

Under the light, the exposed upper body of the young man Luo was enough for people to think about, and Wang Jiulong's palms began to sweat, this was the first time, not only because it was his name that was stabbed.

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In the sound of the machine's words, Zhang Jiuling's gaze was still floating, only staying on him for a certain moment, and then quickly moved away.

As soon as he finished the first word, Wang Jiulong took off his gloves and took a towel and began to wipe the sweat from his palms.

"So nervous?" Zhang Jiuling smiled ill-willedly.

Wang Jiulong glared at him,

"Catch up with Ming'er, I'll let you tattoo Zhang Jiuling three words on me, see if you're nervous."

"I'm not like you."

"Not like me, what?"

"Nothing."

"Hard-mouthed." When Zhang Jiuling reacted, he had closed his eyes due to inertia, and a burst of electricity was transmitted from his lips to his whole body, he only felt that his body was crisp and numb, and before he could savor it, he was replaced by a domineering offensive, slowly falling, and then crossing the line.

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When I was confused, I didn't know who started it first, and the tattoo bed was too small, but I couldn't care about it so much.

It is the collision of two bodies, but also the fusion of two souls, the moaning of a teenager, the roar of a man, the sweat maze, and the sweet and fishy smell everywhere in the air.

At the end of the fun, the two of them roared and went out together.

Zhang Jiuling gasped, raised his eyes, and found that Maria was still staring at him, no matter what, at this time he only focused all his eyes on his lover.

He also reacted, it turned out that Wang Jiulong had already known his name.

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After just finishing a sport, Wang Jiulong still continued to work with good professionalism, but he could only try not to let his hands tremble when facing Zhang Jiuling's body.

It was late at night when the three words "Wang Jiulong" were perfectly displayed on Zhang Jiuling's chest.

The young man's red and swollen chest made him feel pity, and then he leaned over and kissed Wen gently.

"Why is my name tattooed on my right chest?"

"Because, there's already one of you on the left."

Wang Jiulong's heart moved, dragged his hand and pressed it on his chest, and said word by word, "Here, there is also a you." ”

The teenager who felt the hot heartbeat burst into a smile.

In this way, it is where the heart goes.

THEEND.

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Uncle and aunt (far right)

Text/Eating fish is not stuck

The summer wind was hot and dry, and I lay on a bamboo chair with a fan blowing and watched my grandmother weave a mat.

I was only eight years old at the time, and I have been living with my grandmother since my parents divorced.

At that time, I didn't understand why my uncle's wife was a man, and she was still a taller and more handsome man than him, so I kept calling him aunt.

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My uncle and aunt went to work in the fields, and they didn't come back until about six o'clock in the evening.

We had dinner together, dinner was made by my aunt, and no one in our family was very good at cooking, so we could only barely eat the food, and then my aunt came to our house to improve the food.

My uncle was an aunt I met after graduating from high school and going to work in the city, and my aunt was a college student at the time, and I heard that my aunt was chasing my uncle, and then I didn't know.

I slept with my grandmother at night, I heard my grandmother's slight snoring, I still couldn't sleep, I don't know how long it took, I heard the sound from my uncle's room again, I heard it many times, and my aunt beat my uncle again.

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I want to help my uncle avenge it, but every time I see them the next day, I think of a sentence I heard before, "beating is kissing and scolding is love", so my uncle and aunt must be the same.

Listening to the chirping of cicadas and frogs outside, I gradually fell asleep.

The school I went to was only in the first to fourth grades, and I had to change to another school, and that school was a bit far away, so my aunt said that she would take me to the city to study, but my uncle and grandmother were a little worried that I wouldn't be able to adapt to it.

My aunt came to me and asked me if I would like to live in the city with him and my brother-in-law, and I nodded.

I always listen to my uncle talk about life in the city, and I think about it too

Go.

Originally, I was going to take my grandmother with me, but my grandmother said that she was used to staying here, so she had to guard the house, and finally I lived with my uncle and aunt.

They began to show affection in the open, and I saw them hugging each other as they cooked together, and there was a kiss before eating.

My aunt is always spoiled by my uncle, I think maybe after becoming a wife, both men and women will be spoiled.

When I went to junior high school, I finally understood that my uncle and aunt were called homosexuals when they were together, but I didn't think there was anything wrong with them, they seemed to be more loving than ordinary couples.

One time when I came home from school, I heard my aunt's mother, asking my aunt to go home with her, she was crying and fussing, I was scared and ran away.

My brother-in-law called and asked me where I was, and I said that I was in the arcade, and he told me to hurry home for dinner.

When I got home, my aunt had already cooked, my uncle's eyes were red, and my aunt kept holding his hand beside him.

My aunt didn't choose to leave my uncle.

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I was in high school, and for the first time, my mother, my grandmother, my brother-in-law, my aunt and aunt had dinner with my family, and the atmosphere was a little strange, but we still called each other in-laws.

My uncle and aunt were recognized.

Their love is truly written in each other's eyes and in their actions.