It can be seen that this competition with many awards from the Tokyo Metropolitan Government of Japan is very formal.

Even with so many bells and whistles standing in the background, the staff who walked through it did not squint, and the young men and women who were struggling to push each other at the door were still a little out of place.

So under the gaze of a large number of various eyes, Wan Changsheng gave up resistance, muttered and stood in front of the staff with Lin Chuni, reported the number plate, and then gave him a bathrobe and a foot of white silk according to the form in his hand......

Of course, it must be more than a foot long, Wan Changsheng was stunned when he took it in his hand: "Is this asking me to hang myself?" I do want to die now! ”

Lin Chuni tried her best to hold back a smile, and explained gently: "Japanese men, women, and children have this way of wearing crotch cloth, and the standard name is 廻...... Do you want me to dress it for you? Hahaha...... You can't really wear it by yourself......"

She couldn't even straighten up with a smile.

Wan Changsheng must be unyielding, people have staff to assist, and there are also dressing rooms that can be covered, but these "works" that mainly display tattoos and tattoos are a little unbearable to compare with each other.

Some people in Europe and the United States can imagine that their national culture is like this, and why some people look at Asians like this.

It's so subtle.

In fact, it is the white cloth version of ***, Wan Changsheng also admitted that he had seen it in Kyoto or Osaka, Japanese festivals or athletic activities, both men and women, young and old, wore it like this, it may be related to the fact that it is surrounded by the sea and has to go to the sea at every turn.

The staff was very serious about helping him get dressed one by one, in fact, it seemed to be tailor-made for his tattoo, there was a large fig leaf on the front, which was not much different from boxer shorts, but there was only a strip of cloth that was not wide in the palm of his hand in the buttocks groove, which made Wan Changsheng shy.

Made, I really never thought that the word shy would come to me.

He can only do what Lin Chuni said, and try his best to build his own psychology, just to experience the mood of a mannequin.

Covered with a bathrobe and a bunch of clothes came out, Lin Chuni was still sitting on the bench outside, looking at the various tattoo "works" in front of her.

Wan Changsheng's complaints were all held back.

It's coming.

Looking at those big men who wore a spoon in their crotch all over their bodies, Wan Changsheng felt that he was wearing a lot.

People are still swaggering around.

Lin Chuni immediately raised her head and smiled at him, but what she expressed was: "Looking at them who don't care, I suddenly hesitated, tattoos and tattoos are indeed still challenging the psychological bottom line of many people, especially considering the traditional concept of our Chinese, at least the European celestial camp, I don't expect to appear in China in another hundred years, just like you said, since we have this talent for creating beauty, we should cherish the creation to more people, right?" ”

Wan Changsheng's previous discomfort seemed to be gone, and he tugged up his bathrobe and sat opposite: "I also keep emphasizing this to myself, if I want to paint a mural in the temple, is it the three migrations of Meng's mother that are attractive, or is the spring palace picture of the golden bottle plum more people see?" It's definitely the latter, but is the purpose of my painting to make more people want to see my painting, or to make this painting meaningful to society, you can say that Spring Palace painting is also art, but which one is more meaningful? ”

Lin Chuni looked at the big boy facing him, her expression was unprecedentedly soft, and she looked at Wan Changsheng and whispered: "Can I be sentimental and think that you let me get a tattoo in order to make me understand the reason, so that I can take a more comprehensive look at this kind of scene?" ”

Wan Changsheng thought about it: "I'm not so great yet, I just really want talented people like us to be able to use this talent point to a broader place, I still say the same thing, I don't deny that tattooing is art, but the talent you have is only shown in this narrow category, it's a pity." ”

Lambswool is the kind of short pile that is very warm, it was first worn by the American Air Force for pilots, so that they can keep out the cold at high altitude, and now it is thickly lined with Lin Chuni's delicate and delicate face, which is more and more delicate and lovely, where is there still the previous cold and sharp.

Suddenly, he smiled: "I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, you really look like a monk, don't think that if you say something good, I will retreat on the spot." ”

Wan Changsheng made himself less cramped and looked at the countless "works" around him: "Well, let's take it as an experience, no matter what kind of art you do, you have to solve your livelihood first, and then you can talk about meaning." ”

Soon there was a babbling sound outside, and the two of them looked at the stage from the backstage, which should be a kabuki performance, with a face painted like a white-faced steamed bun, holding a three-stringed bar and playing cotton, and a kimono girl dancing in front of her, and her movements were similar to zombies.

It's art that is difficult to understand depending on the culture, but luckily I didn't spend money to see it in Kyoto.

Probably for most people, the same is true for tattoos.

Then the benefits came, a group of girls in kimonos with not so white faces, combing very formal classical buns, and still chattering like modern girls when they were crowded backstage, and some of them secretly glanced at Wan Changsheng and Lin Chuni and whispered.

With a burst of Japanese outside, they immediately cleared their expressions and went out with their kimonos in small steps......

Wan Changsheng thought that they were going to perform some kind of dance.

Who knew that when Qi brushed around, the kimono on his body was loosened towards the back, ouch hey, the full tattoos on his back were all exposed, and it made the backstage look full of frontal ......

There are girls who are still making playful faces at this side!

Wan Changsheng was a little caught off guard and almost blinded the dog's eyes, his black face turned red and quickly turned his head to hide, but he didn't expect Lin Chuni to also stretch his neck to look behind him, the two of them collided face to mouth, I don't know if it was mouth-to-mouth, anyway, the fragrance smelled good.

He also covered Lin Chuni's mouth with a sigh, and pointed at Wan Changsheng with his other hand and couldn't speak.

Wan Changsheng's nose was also very painful, but at this time, he was mainly blushing and didn't know what to do.

The people around came to the stage, and it took a while for Lin Chuni to ease up, and let go of her hand to feel: "I was almost choked to death that time, it seems that I want to stay away from you!" ”

Wan Changsheng could only nod vigorously, what you said was too right.

But obviously, the girl's delicate lips were bloody and a little swollen, so she leaned into the mirror of the dressing table to observe: "If it's more serious, it's almost the same as Tony Leung's sausage mouth, tsk......tt"

was complaining, and suddenly heard the chatter outside and English, so she turned around and pushed Wan Changsheng: "Mmmmmmmm, it's your turn, the fourth group, you ...... You just like the group of girls who took off their bathrobes with their backs to them and put them on and put them back on, and that's it. ”

As she spoke, she also made a demonstration of her fur coat.

Wan Changsheng gritted his teeth and nodded, and went out with seven or eight "works" that didn't cover the tattoos at all!

I can finally understand Zhong Mingxia's mood of walking out from behind the screen.

Lin Chuni couldn't hold her mouth and couldn't help but laugh.

It's really Wan Changsheng who I usually see, not to mention his graceful and suave demeanor, he is still relatively down-to-earth and generous, but he is as restrained as a gazelle at this time, and he basically walks into the same hand.

It's just that the "works" are not professional models, and the movements are scattered.

The host also greeted the positioning, among which Wan Changsheng, the only one who was still wrapped in a bathrobe, was the most conspicuous.

He was indeed shy and walked out with his back to the audience.

Lin Chuni can't bring her mobile phone to the backstage, and it is forbidden to take pictures.

Beheye held a stack of mobile phones in her hand, stretched her neck and was surprised to see Wan Changsheng's outfit, she knew that Wan Changsheng must have tattoos on his body when he came to participate in this tattoo competition.

With her cultural heritage, she doesn't dislike this, although their popular Hannah tattoo is a little different from this one.

But looking at the dense scene of other men and women around him, it was a little unbelievable, and he tried his best to keep his eyes only on the bathrobe, forcing himself not to squint, and resolutely not to look at other people.

The host introduced them one by one in Japanese and English, where they came from and what the theme was, and there was also a close-up of the tattoo on the big screen next to it, so that the whole theater could see it, but a row of judges in front of the stage could see all the tattoo patterns up close.

Some of them have tattoos on the front and back, and they have to rotate the "works" slowly.

Then the judges will quickly give the score, and then all the audience can also vote with their mobile phones, and download the APP when entering the venue.

Beheye also hurriedly prepared the mobile phone in her hand, in fact, she could unlock her own one.

Lin Chuni didn't seem to have so much of the mood of gains and losses, her eyes were bright and she looked at the boy who was martyred by the strongman, standing there with her eyes closed and her chin held high as if she was on the execution ground.

It's something he doesn't want to do, and he doesn't want to do anything at all, but he stands there.

Now she seems to be able to know very well that there is no love in this, there may be a bit of friendship, but it is more just for the sake of talent, the emotion of cherishing talent.

So Lin Chuni simply leaned against the wall at the entrance of the backstage passage, even leaning her head against the wall, with an aunt smile on her face that she didn't even notice.

In fact, there are only six groups of 48 "works" that can be selected on the stage in the end, which is the result of the competition.

When the Wan Changsheng number was finally called, this guy seemed to have settled down, and the host who was chatting and laughing called him several times but there was no response, and there were bursts of laughter in the stands, and the judges from all over the world who watched the twenty or thirty "works" also smiled a little aesthetically tired.

Although it was winter, the interior of the theater was very well heated, and the European judges wearing sleeveless T-shirts showing two delicate flower arms whistled loudly.

Wan Changsheng reacted under the host's patting on the shoulder, gritted his teeth and took off his bathrobe with his back, for a moment, he really wanted to only lift the hem.

But that action was too similar to the action before squatting, and Wan Changsheng was afraid of his conditioned reflex.

Still according to what Lin Chuni said, she slid down and lifted it in front of her, and squinted her eyes to catch a glimpse of the girl standing in the background to guide her movements.

As a result, the whole theater was in an uproar, and it was so noisy!

To say that Wan Changsheng, who was wearing a bathrobe, may have played a role, and other "works" came out like this without care, and probably wanted to be seen more time, but there was no sudden display like him...... Amazing.

Although this word is very funny when it is used on the back of a boy like him.

But for most of the people present, that's how it feels.