Why do we need tattoos too? Bai Ling heard a girl crying and pleading, "We're going to leave here next month......

The palace man sneered, "That's also from the Teaching Workshop Division, and the procedures that should be taken are not missing!" ”

Bai Ling's movements were slightly stunned - she suddenly realized that she had thought about the matter of "tattoos" simply.

In the eyes of these girls, the pain of tattoos is not their main concern.

Essentially...... It's a shame that can't be washed away.

Even if they leave Baihuaya a month later, even if they really meet their loved ones in the future, this brand will follow them for a lifetime, constantly reminding them of their once inferior status.

Even if the household registration is changed in the future, this imprint will also make people poke their backbones hard, and they will not be able to raise their heads for the rest of their lives.

Bai Ling suddenly couldn't say anything comforting.

Emotionally she could understand the panic, but intellectually she clearly understood that it was nothing more than a constructed concept, just as a woman who did not know how to sew should be laughed at, and chastity was more important than life.

In the previous life, Bai Ling herself made a tattoo on her hand - Never Forget 29th of May, that was the day of her aunt's accident, she wrote it on the inside of her wrist, and she could see it at any time when she looked down.

Now this flower code that falls on the body is also a number, but the meaning has been completely different.

"Boling...... What should I do......" Ai Songqing muttered in panic with tears in his eyes.

Bai Ling glanced back behind him.

I've already gone down here, and I can't escape.

She gently hugged the crying Ai Songqing, "...... It's not our fault, we're innocent. ”

Ai Songqing sobbed and lowered his head.

Many people also lowered their heads like her, and people covered their faces in shame and helplessness, and could only keep waiting for the line in front of them to get shorter and shorter, until it was their turn.

Before entering the door, Bai Ling took a step forward, walked in front of Ai Songqing, and stepped into the room where the girls were tattooed...... Although it doesn't help.

The palace people are right, there is a brazier next door here, and the pot is roasted with iron blocks printed with flower yards.

There are more of these pieces of iron on the shelves next to them - it is like movable type printing, and the palace people can form different patterns by splicing the pieces of iron together with each other.

If a girl struggles too hard and never wants to accept a tattoo, then they will press the person directly on the desk and brand the matter.

Burns left by that can indeed lead to serious infections......

"Look what! I don't want to get burned here! A master not far away patted the wooden board against the wall at the innermost end and spoke fiercely.

The board was almost half a person tall and one person long, just enough for a person to lie on it.

Bai Ling walked over in silence, the old master threw her a dirty white cloth, Bai Ling looked at the girls nearby, they took off their clothes, their hands were handcuffed above their heads, and their bodies were covered with white cloths, exposing their left shoulders.

The other masters held long needles in their hands, plunged them into their shoulders one by one, and then smeared them with black ink.

The girls wept and twisted their heads to the other side.

Bai Ling also lay down.

"Master, is it okay if I don't wear shackles," she looked at the old master who was sterilizing the long needles with fire, "I promise not to move." ”

The old master glanced back at her and answered with a cold "um".

Bai Ling saw that he was wearing gloves, and the long needle in his hand was repeatedly burning on the orange flame.

"Iniquity."

The old master sighed lightly, withdrew his hand, and turned to walk towards Bai Ling.

The needle dropped quickly and was quickly pulled up—it hurt a little more than Burling expected, but it wasn't unbearable.

Such a continuous and slight tingling kept people awake, and Bai Ling, listening to the whimpering cries of the girls nearby, suddenly remembered the "Untitled" by the poet of the July School.

She thought silently in her heart.

- Don't step on the dew, because there are people who cry at night

There was another sound of footsteps in the distance, presumably new girls who had just been escorted here.

They may not know what is going on here.

Bai Ling took a deep breath and adjusted his posture slightly while the master went to change the ink.

The black ink stained the skin of her heart.

- to bloom into a white flower

Bai Ling looked down at his heart, reached out and wiped it lightly, then sniffed his finger.

The ink has a pungent smell.

- for I will declare that we are not guilty, and then we wither

After a while, the table near Bai Ling was empty, and Ai Songqing walked in.

Hearing her footsteps, Bai Ling glanced sideways slightly, raised his right hand and waved at her.

"Don't move!" The old master scolded.

"I'm sorry." Bai Ling withdrew his hand and looked at the zenith again.

Ai Songqing wiped her tears and lay down like Bai Ling, and the master over there glanced at Bai Ling, and did not take the initiative to ask her to wear shackles - wearing shackles is actually not very convenient.

There was a moment of silence on all sides, and Bai Ling looked up at the dim zenith.

"Does the master usually work in Baihuaya?" Bai Ling suddenly spoke, "I saw several turtle claws before, and there will be a blue dragon tattooed on the arm. ”

"Hmm." The old master frowned, and he glanced at Bai Ling a little strangely - there were still idle chatters when he came here, and this was the first one in so many years.

"But those green dragons are very dark." Bai Ling said softly, "I've seen a dancing girl before, with very bright patterns painted on her body...... Is that what a tattoo can do? ”

The old master sneered, "That's not a tattoo, it's a glaze, and it's painted with paint; Tattoos are only black, and over time, the color will turn blue. ”

"Does the master know how to paint glaze?" Bai Ling asked again.

The master's hand stopped, and several tattoo masters around him couldn't help but look over here to see what was going on here.

"What will happen?" The old master was dissatisfied, "If you are afraid, bite your sleeve, don't babble here, I don't have the time to chat here." ”

“…… The master misunderstood. Bai Ling said softly, "I think the master is very steady, probably a crafty, when the May Crescent shop was trading, I also wanted to paint that kind of glaze, but I have never met the right master." ”

The old master was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"The old man's craftsmanship is very expensive in Baihuaya."

Bai Ling smiled, "What do you call the old master?" ”

"My surname is Ji." He replied softly.

After the tattoo is over, Bai Ling gets dressed.

The master reminded her not to touch the water these days, and not to expose this part of the wound when touching the water, and after a while, the swelling has disappeared, and the wound is no longer painful, so you can wash the ashes of the plants and trees and the remaining ink on it.

After washing, the pattern will be very clear under the collarbone under the left shoulder.

Bai Ling nodded, and then left alone from behind another door as instructed by the masters.

There were no forks in the road, the solitary promenade was deep and silent, and Bai Ling could even hear the sound of the wall lamps on both sides of the road.

There was a burning pain below his left shoulder.

Bai Ling looked at the firelight at the end—at the end of the road, where the turtlepaws were already waiting.

She quickened the pace of her feet.

and it shall be a sprig of white flowers.

Even if we can't escape the fate of withering, we must do our best to open up.

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