Tattooing is not an easy craft to learn.

Luo Xiaobei's talent was once evaluated by the elders as a thousand-year-old encounter.

Even so, it took him twelve years to get to where he is now;

And on the premise of focusing on craftsmanship;

If you follow the step-by-step process, you can learn to refine the emerald green fluorescent liquid;

I'm afraid it will take a few more years.

Therefore, Gu Ying wants to learn tattoos, Luo Xiaobei is not optimistic.

But she has a heart, and Luo Xiaobei does not refuse.

"Okay."

When Gu Ying heard this, her pretty face showed joy.

She shook Luo Xiaobei's hand.

It's like being coquettish.

"Then I'm going to learn it now."

Luo Xiaobei smiled secretly in his heart.

She should only be hot for three minutes.

I'm afraid that she won't even be able to pass the first level of contact with tattoos.

"Okay, you let it go first."

Gu Ying responded and followed Luo Xiaobei back to the room.

Luo Xiaobei turned on the lamp.

Take out drawing paper and pencil from the drawer.

"You draw a picture first, you can paint whatever you want, and I'll look at your art foundation."

Gu Ying cast a puzzled look.

"Can't I just learn with a needle?"

Luo Xiaobei couldn't help but shake his head.

"Don't you want to run when you can't walk?"

Gu Ying pursed her lips, then sat down at the table, holding a pen in her left hand-

She turned out to be left-handed.

Luo Xiaobei left her to paint alone and walked out of the tattoo parlor by herself.

Hitchhiked out for a walk and bought some groceries.

Pack another dinner.

One time and one time.

It also took two hours.

When I got back to the store, I looked at my room.

Gu Ying was still painting on paper, but she was focused.

Quietly walked behind her and glanced at the drawing paper.

Luo Xiaobei couldn't help but be surprised.

Gu Ying's patterns are very abstract.

It's not that it's badly drawn.

It's the pattern, which Luo Xiaobei has never seen before.

At a glance, I can't tell for any reason-

I feel a sense of vicissitudes and simplicity.

This kind of pattern, Luo Xiaobei knew that he couldn't draw it.

He secretly said in his heart: "She really has artistic talent!" ”

What's even more commendable.

Gu Ying seemed to have entered a state of selflessness.

was unaware of Luo Xiaobei's existence.

Luo Xiaobei watched her draw for half an hour.

Gu Ying stopped her pen, stretched her waist and said, "It's done!" ”

At this time, she noticed Luo Xiaobei.

She jerked out of her chair to the side.

cast a sharp look with that red pupil, and saw that it was Luo Xiaobei, so he eased up.

"Why are you standing behind me without saying a word?"

Luo Xiaobei didn't answer, and directly picked up her work.

"Have you practiced before?"

"Nope!"

“…… Then you're a genius. Luo Xiaobei praised from the bottom of his heart.

Gu Ying snorted.

"Indeed, I didn't think about anything, and the pattern came out on its own, right?"

Luo Xiaobei couldn't help but look at her with admiration.

"It's amazing."

Gu Ying pursed her lips. "Junior brother, you have no sincerity in praising people."

Luo Xiaobei was silent.

Take a closer look at her paintings.

Luo Xiaobei found that this painting seemed to convey a certain spirit.

He felt like he was being sucked into the painting.

In front of me was a dusk scene strewn with corpses strewn across the field.

There was a faint sound of women and children crying in my ears.

The wind of vicissitudes surrounds the body, mixed with the smell of sadness.

This kind of work is by no means something that a novice can draw.

However, Gu Ying did draw it under her gaze.

This can no longer be described as a genius.

It's just against the sky!

Luo Xiaobei didn't know how to describe her for a while.

Just listen to Gu Ying's smugness.

"Remember when I said I had a bad memory lately?"

"It's because the patterns in the paintings appear from time to time and occupy my memory."

"You say, is this just inspiration?"

When Luo Xiaobei heard this, he silently put down the painting.

"Let's eat first."

Gu Ying was also hungry, so she stopped talking about the painting.

But Luo Xiaobei still remembered this matter in his heart.

Suddenly a pattern that occupies the memory?

Such a situation is more bizarre than inspiration......

Gu Ying's body is really foggy.

Luo Xiaobei couldn't help but think about it.

Won't it ......

There's another soul in her?

A soul capable of drawing such a pattern?

Isn't that ...... Ghost upper body?

Luo Xiaobei stopped thinking in time.

He knew he was thinking about it any longer.

I'm afraid I can't sleep well at night.

Don't look at that painting anymore.

Luo Xiaobei and Gu Ying went to the small round table in the store for dinner.

Gu Ying immediately offered to get a tattoo.

Luo Xiaobei shook his head. "It's late, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Gu Ying tilted her head, her eyes full of pleading.

Luo Xiaobei sighed.

"Okay, okay."

"Yay!"

Luo Xiaobei almost sprayed rice.

Senior sister is serious, it's so cute.

Subsequently.

In front of the two were tattoo pins and faux leather.

Luo Xiaobei introduced her to several techniques for holding needles.

"For a tattoo artist, mastering the needle is just as important as a calligrapher's mastering of the pen."

"But the so-called 'there is no definite way to hold the pen', and there is no definite way to hold the needle;"

"You just need to remember that you should grasp the three principles of 'stability, accuracy, and prudence' in your hand."

"Don't lose respect for your craft......"

Gu Ying looked at Luo Xiaobei with a blank eye.

looked at Luo Xiaobei's serious expression.

She lost her mind slightly.

Luo Xiaobei said, in fact, she didn't listen to a word.

I just feel like I enjoy getting along like this.

Luo Xiaobei picked up her hand and handed her the needle.

"You try."

Gu Ying came back to her senses.

"Start with the needle first;"

"Practice to precisely control the depth of each stitch;"

"This skin will appear different colors depending on the depth of your needle."

"It's not hard for you at first, as long as every stitch is pricked blue, it's done."

Gu Ying stabbed the first needle under Luo Xiaobei's instructions.

Suddenly.

Flutter!

A stream of bright red fake blood erupted from the artificial skin.

She was stunned and looked at Luo Xiaobei.

I saw Luo Xiaobei's face sank.

"If this is manpower, you can already be prepared to pay for the medical bills."

Gu Ying swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

I thought it would be lighter.

But—

Several times in a row, the false skin bleed.

You must know that her strength is far beyond ordinary people-

This also means that it is more difficult for her to grasp the subtle force than ordinary people.

Gu Ying tried again and again, but the result was the same.

She bit her lip tightly and sweat ran down her forehead.

And finally—

She had hundreds of stitches, none of which were successful.

She simply broke down, tears welling up in her eyes.

Putting the needle aside, she looked over again.

At this time, Luo Xiaobei didn't say anything.

But I already know in my heart—

Gu Ying's talent in tattoos is simply extremely poor.

Unfortunately, she can draw wonderful abstract patterns, but she may not be able to use them on tattoos for the rest of her life.

The disappointment in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

Gu Ying suddenly burst into tears.

Luo Xiaobei smiled slightly.

Gently wipe away her tears.

"It's like this at the beginning, stick to it a million times, and you will definitely succeed once."

Gu Ying said in a trembling voice, "Really? Did you do that in the first place? ”

Luo Xiaobei smiled and didn't say anything, just nodded.

He thought to himself that he had never made a mistake since he first practiced needles.