Unbeknownst to her, a rogue came at her head with a steel pipe, and the wind passed over her head.

She opened her mouth wide and stared at her big pretty eyes in horror, instinctively raising her hand to block it.

Halfway through, he was intercepted by a shadow. The steel pipe flew over her head with a thud.

Looking at it again, Fu Hongchen had a gloomy face, and slowly bent the pipe he snatched, which was an old-fashioned galvanized steel pipe, which was easily scrapped by him.

The man was so frightened that he knelt down tremblingly: "Big brother... I... No... Deliberately. ”

Fu Hongchen threw the steel pipe to the ground and looked at Xin Yue, "Are you okay?" ”

Xin Yue shook her head.

The sun shone in through the window, illuminating the mess and clearly reflecting the scars on his body.

Only then did she notice that the short sleeves on Fu Hongchen's body made her tear it like this, and it had completely disappeared from the fight just now.

With a very young and good-looking face, coupled with his height and long legs, coupled with the scars on this body, the whole person has a cold and murderous aura.

Before the fight, he looked like a weak scholar, but when he made a move, he looked like a young samurai.

All the hooligans were shocked, including Xin Yue.

The hooligan kneeling on the ground had probably never seen such a scene, and he was immediately frightened and fainted.

And he looked around, and finally his gaze fell on the scoundrel who had fainted.

"You're not going to get out yet?"

The hooligans, who had been beaten to the point that they probably didn't even know their mothers, struggled to get up, supported each other, and scrambled to get out of the tattoo parlor.

People go to the empty building, the tattoo artist runs away, and the guests run away.

This trip is considered blind.

Xin Yue sighed, bent down to pick up the tools scattered on the ground for the master's family, and Fu Hongchen also silently picked up the broken photo frames on the ground.

"Come in with me."

At some point, the door opened, and out of it came a bald old man, with a pair of glasses around his neck, standing in the doorway, with a smile of unknown meaning.

This old man is none other than the master of the tattoo parlor, Xin Yue's expression is not unpleasant.

The two looked at each other and walked into the room one after the other.

It turned out that there was a cave here, a tea room for drinking tea, and a tattoo bed was placed in the antique furnishings that was more upscale than the outside.

"Young man, you're skilled, with..."

The master was ready, put on his glasses, turned around and saw Fu Hongchen's scar clearly, holding the tool and froze in place, even the words were stuck.

Xin Yue looked at him staring at Fu Hongchen with a shocked expression, his eyes were full of question marks, and he must have been shocked by the scars on his body that could scare the hooligans out of the past.

She had seen these scars on Fu Hongchen's body and touched them with her own hands, but at that time, she only paid attention to the wound on his shoulder blade, and sometimes the light problem could not be so clear.

Today is the right time, place and people, and I saw it all at once.

Xin Yue couldn't help but feel distressed; How many times does a person have to be injured to form a scarred body like him that has no good flesh.

It will take so much unimaginable pain to become a strange person who doesn't know what time it is, and he doesn't even have the most basic trust.

She looked at those eyes, although they were deep and beautiful, and their eyelashes were thick, but their dark pupils seemed to contain a glacier that would not melt for thousands of years, reflecting a cold luster.

There is no temperature, but it is sharp and clear, and it looks directly at people's hearts.

I don't know what kind of world he has in his heart.

Is it full of holes and broken walls......

The tip of her nose was sore, and she almost cried again, so she quickly brushed her head and wiped it off.

"He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, so his body is relatively special." But Xin Yue didn't like Fu Hongchen to be treated like a monster, so he added a vague explanation.

The master suddenly showed an admiring gaze, motioned for Fu Hongchen to lie down, and his old hand carefully stroked these scars that made him faint from dense phobia on his back.

"If you get a pattern on it, these scars will definitely be scratched again, and the pain can be several times more painful than a simple tattoo, can you bear this pain, young man?"

Fu Hongchen didn't speak, but Xin Yue took the lead, "Can't you take anesthetic?" ”

Tattoos generally do not use anesthetics, so most people will make some painful sounds or suppress painful actions during the process of tattooing.

Like Fu Hongchen, if you want to re-scratch and embroider on the scar that has healed to match the tattoo pattern, the pain will definitely be more intense.

Although she knew that this was to cover the original scar, she felt distressed just by listening to it, not to mention that Fu Hongchen wanted to experience it for herself.

The master glanced at Xin Yue, and then at Fu Hongchen, "Yes." ”

"Then let's take the anesthetic."

"Not necessarily!"

Fu Hongchen was completely indifferent, his hands resting on his head, his eyes staring at the ground for a moment.

The low, cello-like voice comes out slowly and beautifully.

The tone was cold.

"But..."

It's going to hurt.

Xin Yue knew that he was very stubborn, and he easily disobeyed persuasion, and was a little anxious.

With the permission of the guest, the master took the tattoo tool and began to sketch the pattern very seriously.

Fu Hongchen turned his head.

"I want to drink water."

The faint tone couldn't hear the emotion, but the corners of the mouth were involuntarily upturned.

"Good! I'll buy it for you. ”

Xin Yue ran out of the tattoo parlor to buy water for Fu Hongchen as if she had received some urgent order, and she forgot that there was a water dispenser in the room.

Time ticked away, and one of the tattoo artists who had run out for refuge returned.

Seeing that the master in the room was helping the guest get a tattoo, he lowered his head and waited for the master's punishment.

The master turned his head and glanced at the tattoo artist with a face full of shame, "What is the pestle doing here?" Don't see a pile of garbage outside? ”

The tattoo artist was stunned, and immediately got amnesty, turned around and went out to clean up the mess in the house.

"Here comes the water."

After a while, Xin Yue, who didn't know where to buy water, ran back with a pot of water that was slightly smoking.

handed it to Fu Hongchen, and stroked the bangs that were stuck to his face with sweat, his beautiful eyes squinted slightly, and a sweet smile hung on the corner of his mouth, as cute as he wanted.

Fu Hongchen looked away unnaturally, took two sips, and glanced at the cup in his hand with strange eyes.

"Don't drink cold water in winter, I asked for a cup of warm water from the milk tea shop next to me, don't worry, I've washed the cup."

This is also a stinky problem that has been taught repeatedly, Xin Yue's mouth is broken, so as long as she is there, she will force him to drink hot.

After saying that, he ran out of the room and consciously joined in the cleaning.

The master smiled and said no more, just focusing on the pattern on his back.

The sun rose in the sky, and the smell of food wafted in.

After Xin Yue finished helping to clean up, she ran into the room just in time to see that the master had completed the final sketch, and this alternative pink leopard was finished.

The master applied medicine to Fu Hongchen's back and wrapped it in plastic wrap, "Little girl, what a blessing!" ”

Maybe he had never seen a young man like Fu Hongchen who was patient and patient, so the look of appreciation on his face never faded.

I may be happy to feel shocked and emotional in my heart for a young man like Fu Hongchen, but with excellent kung fu.

The master's words made Xin Yue stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red, and he explained in a low voice: "You misunderstood." ”

"This pink leopard, I've embroidered two in my life, and you're one of them!"

The master didn't care about Xin Yue's words, and then said to Fu Hongchen.

Fu Hongchen, who got up and dressed, paused for a moment, not understanding why the master wanted to tell him this.