The four of us returned to the No. 7 bedroom, Wei Huasong closed the door very mysteriously, took out a red bag from the drawer and put it on the table, opened the bag, and there were dozens of very long needles lying in the middle of the bag, the needles were ten centimeters long, which made people shudder.

Wei Huasong sandwiched a few needles between two chopsticks, tied them tightly with thread, and then disinfected them with alcohol; Then wash your arms with alcohol and dry them; Then I dipped the brush in ink and drew something on my arm, and after a while, a flying dragon was entrenched on my arm, lifelike. Finally, a layer of thick ink is applied along the traces of the painting, and a flying ink dragon floats on the arm.

Mu Shan looked at it intently, surprised: "It's really like!" ”

Wei Huasong untied the red belt tied around his waist with one hand, about five or six meters long, handed it to Huang Ping, and said, "Tie me to the chair." ”

"I'm not tied." Huang Ping said, stopping.

Wei Huasong shook his red belt and roared, "I asked you to tie it, what are you afraid of?" ”

Huang Ping had no choice but to take Wei Huasong's long belt, starting from the legs and tiring it all the way to the waist. Tie Wei Huasong firmly to the chair.

Wei Huasong used his fingers to carefully check whether each needle was tied firmly, and then tried to prick it with the needle a few times, and the side of his mouth made a "hissing" sound.

Wei Huasong sat upright, handed the chopsticks tied with long needles to Huang Ping, and shouted, "Help me tie them." ”

Huang Ping took the chopsticks without saying a word, hesitating not to move.

"Zha!" Wei Huasong shouted loudly.

Huang Ping's left hand clenched Wei Huasong's arm, and his right hand shook up and down rapidly, and the needle in his hand shook up and down as quickly as a sewing machine, shaking finely and densely in the ink on Wei Huasong's arm.

Wei Huasong grabbed the chair with one hand, endured the pain hard, sweat immediately appeared on his head, and he could obviously feel that Wei Huasong was in great pain, but he didn't shout, but his body kept writhing, like a wounded snake struggling in pain. Time passed minute by minute, Wei Huasong insisted on clenching his teeth, his mouth occasionally made a "hissing" sound because he couldn't control it, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more, but he was still insisting!

Mushan and I were stunned when we saw such a scene.

After a few minutes, Huang Ping finally stopped, shook his arm vigorously, wiped the sweat with the other, and shouted: "Mom, I'm tired to death." ”

Wei Huasong's face was covered with sweat, and the clothes on his body were also soaked, as if he had been drenched in heavy rain. With one hand, he untied the belt tied to the chair, then quickly stood up and shouted, "It is finished." ”

Wei Huasong asked Mu Shan, "Do you want to do it?" ”

Mushan shouted excitedly, "." ”

"What do you want to do?" Wei Huasong asked.

"Can you help me get a word?" Mushan said, rolling up his sleeves.

"Let's make a 'forbearance' word." Huang Ping smiled and said, "You are also impulsive." ”

Kiyama smiled and said, "Okay, sometimes, you have to endure." ”

Huang Ping immediately said: "The word 'forbearance' is a knife in my heart." ”

I took out a pen and wrote the word "forbearance" on the paper, yes, it was a knife. It's just that I don't usually pay so much attention to this word.

Wei Huasong used a brush to write the word "forbearance" on Mushan's wrist, Wei Huasong usually writes very ordinary, but this one character is like a knife carving; Then, apply a layer of ink with ink, like dew on a lotus leaf, then sterilize the needle in alcohol, and then take it out and tie it up on the floating ink.

Mu Shan bit his lip hard, the pain made him scream loudly from time to time, Huang Ping could only hold Mu Shan hard, trying not to let him move his body.

I rushed to Kiyama and pressed one hand on Kiyama's shoulder, and I could feel Kiyama's muscles trembling. Mushan was in pain, but gritted his teeth and persevered.

Wei Huasong's technique is very good, and after a while, he helped Mu Shan finish tying up, and asked me again: "Qi Xun, what do you want to do?" ”

When I heard that Wei Huasong gave me a tattoo, I was very scared, but when I saw that everyone was literate, I gritted my teeth and wanted to participate.

At this time, Huang Ping also rolled up his sleeves, thinking about what to ask.

I was in high spirits, just imagine a very meaningful word, think about it, I think of the word "plum". Mei Xiang, Zheng Qingmei, Pei Chunmei, they all have a plum character. I don't think I dare to care about other people's attitudes towards me, but from my heart I hope to treat them as friends for life. In this life and in this life, I will never forget them. At this time, I can't reciprocate, so I can ask for the word "plum", so that I can always see it and think about it from time to time. I didn't seem so scared when I thought of this, and shouted loudly: "Wen a 'Mei' word." ”

Huang Ping asked puzzledly: "Why do you write the word 'Mei'?" So many strokes? ”

Mu Shan said with a smile: "Mei Xiang, Pei Chunmei, Zheng Qingmei, all have plum characters." ”

My thoughts were suddenly recognized by Kiyama, like a balloon being punctured, and instantly returned to its original appearance. My face immediately turned red, and I immediately gave up the idea of Wen Meizi.

Huang Ping immediately exclaimed, "You're too careful, aren't you?" ”

I shook my head and thought to myself, on the contrary, no one can take a fancy to me, I am a falling flower deliberately and mercilessly.

Mushan smiled and said, "It's a word with few strokes." ”

"What words do you say?" I blushed and hid my emotions and asked embarrassedly, "Then what do you say, what is better?" ”

Wei Huasong said one word: "Knife." ”

Mushan smiled and said one word: "Specialized." ”

"Khit." Huang Ping smiled and said, "This character has few strokes." ”

I shook my head, these words didn't mean anything to me. After thinking about it, I still feel that only the word "plum" meets my psychology, and only the word plum can make me muster up the courage to ask.

Huang Ping had already drawn a dagger on his arm and asked Wei Huasong to help him apply ink.

Wei Huasong helped Huang Ping modify the shape of the dagger, making it look sharper and more realistic. After Wei Huasong applied ink to Huang Ping, he asked, "Is it tied with a belt?" ”

Huang Ping shook his head and said in a contemptuous tone, "Who is like you." With that, he sat down in his chair happily.

Wei Huasong immediately put the needle in alcohol to sterilize, and then quickly picked it up and quickly pricked the dagger ink along Huang Ping's arm.

Huang Ping screamed in pain, stood up and shouted, "Mom, mom, stop screaming." ”

Wei Huasong smiled and said, "Mu Shan is holding him, and I'll tie it lightly." ”

Mu Shan stepped forward and hugged Huang Ping's waist. Huang Ping had to wait for Wei Huasong to come and prick the needle. Wei Huasong first tucked the edges and corners of the dagger, Huang Ping couldn't stand the pain, his body twisted around, and Mu Shan couldn't hold him down with all his strength.

"Brother," Wei Huasong gritted his teeth and said, "Hold on, do it halfway, don't make it uglier, like something." ”

Huang Ping had no choice but to agree to continue pricking the needle, Wei Huasong changed the way to prick the needle, and around the outline of the dagger like running, he had just finished a circle. Huang Ping really couldn't stand the pain and pushed Wei Huasong away. Wei Huasong was defenseless, took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground, and the needle in his hand also fell to the ground.

Wei Huasong picked up the chopsticks and rushed over, one hand quickly dragging Huang Ping's arm, and the other hand tightened the blade of the dagger.

"Spare your life, help!" Huang Ping howled and kicked Wei Huasong, who had to let go of his hand to dodge. Huang Ping continued to struggle to break free of Mu Shan's hand and ran towards the outside of the dormitory.

Wei Huasong followed with a needle. Huang Ping looked back and ran to the staircase.

Wei Huasong stopped at this time, and shook his head helplessly. Huang Ping saw that Wei Huasong did not chase after him, so he relaxed, and walked towards the No. 7 bedroom with his other hand to protect the arm that had been pierced just now.

Wei Huasong then washed the ink on his arm with alcohol, and after the ink was cleaned, the top of his arm slowly swelled, like a red bump left after being bitten by countless mosquitoes, and the raised red bump was mixed with ink. Wei Huasong felt pain from time to time, but he gritted his teeth and didn't scream.

Kiyama also washes off the ink with alcohol, making a very painful sound from time to time.

Huang Ping returned to the bedroom at this time, and also washed the ink with alcohol, and kept screaming in pain, while washing, he yelled at Wei Huasong: "Tell you to stop, you still don't stop." ”

Wei Huasong looked at Huang Ping's arm and said regretfully: "I said I want to tie it, but you still don't want to." ”

Huang Ping yelled even more angrily: "If I were tied, I wouldn't be killed by you." ”

Wei Huasong suddenly burst out laughing, this was the first time I had seen Wei Huasong laugh like this.

Mu Shan looked at me and asked with a smile: "Qi Xun, are you still literate?" ”

"Qi Xun, what else do you want to ask?" Wei Huasong seemed to remember something.

"Don't listen to him, he's a demon." Huang Pingqiang endured the pain, still yelled, and then comforted me and said, "Qi Xun, you must not write." ”

I smiled, looked at the dragon shape on Wei Huasong's arm, then looked at the dagger on Huang Ping's arm, and then looked at the ninja character on Mu Shan's arm. I was envious, but I didn't dare to write it.

Wei Huasong took out a nunchuck from under the bed.

Mu Shan snatched it, held it in his hand, and made a few random gestures.

Wei Huasong clenched his fists and roared, "Jin Daquan, sooner or later he and I have to fight." ”

"Beat him to death." Huang Ping stretched out his clenched fist and echoed.

Mushan also stretched out his fist and shouted, "Beat." ”

The eyes of the three men were focused on me at the same time, and I had to say, "Okay." ”

The four men understood the power of unity in a state of great excitement, and then laughed with great pride and joy.

A month later, the factory paid my salary: I received thirty-five yuan. Mushan also received thirty-five yuan.

Before I was paid, I wanted to buy liberation shoes for my brother. Now that I'm paid, I want to get a pair of glasses.

"You haven't read anymore, what glasses do you wear?" Kiyama asked with a smile.

"Five or six meters away, you can't see people clearly." I say.

"Okay," Mushan said, "I'll invite Feng Jiao to come along." ”

Mu Shan walked into the No. 6 bedroom, and it took a while before he came out, Liu Dajiao was dressed up and put on makeup on her face, like a person who went to sing. Zheng Qingmei also came out, she was still dressed up with heavy makeup and dressed brightly.

Liu Dajiao pulled Zheng Qingmei downstairs first. Kiyama hooked me by the shoulder, and we walked to the back, and the four of us went downstairs together, along the dirt road in front of the dormitory, to the market at the Youth Palace.

"You and Liu Dajiao are getting along?" I asked Kiyama.

Mu Shan nodded happily and said, "If you like Zheng Qingmei, pursue it boldly." ”

"Do you think it's possible?" I asked.

"You have to try, look at me, at the beginning, Liu Dajiao was not unwilling, she was stalking, and now she is not chasing Liu Dajiao." Mushan said with a proud smile.

"I don't want to do things that don't see results." I said, "Who can look at me like this?" ”

"Why do you always have such low self-esteem?" Mushan asked, and encouraged me again, "You have to be single-minded." ”

"I'm just making friends, the ordinary kind, and I can communicate with each other often, can't I?" I said it loudly, but I tried my best to control my emotions, not wanting to alarm Liu Dajiao and Zheng Qingmei in front.

"Don't give up on yourself." "We'll work hard in the factory for a few years, and we'll get married after making some money." ”

"Really, fake?" I asked.

"I thought so, and I said the same thing to Liu Dajiao, and she agreed." Mushan said very happily.

I smiled, I didn't know why I got married, how to get married? I'm only seventeen years old.

When passing by the Youth Palace, Zheng Qingmei asked, "Do you know how to skate?" ”

Listening to Zheng Qingmei talk about ice skating, I suddenly remembered that in the winter of one year, it snowed heavily, and the snow on the ground was a foot thick, and the river in the village was covered with thick ice. I would love to know how thick the ice is, and the ice was not blasted with stones. A lot of friends are running and playing on the ice. A few adults also walked out onto the ice, and some people rode bicycles on the ice.

"No, it won't." Kiyama said with a smile.

"When I have the opportunity to take you to learn," Zheng Qingmei said with great interest, "ice skating is fun." ”

I looked at Kiyama in amazement and quietly asked, "Can you skate now?" Where is the ice? ”

"Rollerblading." Kiyama said with a smile.

"Cement?" I asked.

"Hmm." Kiyama covered his mouth to keep himself from laughing.

I understood, but was more curious to think, how did you skate on cement? It's not good to ask Zheng Qingmei and Liu Dajiao.

I finally came to an optical shop and got a pair of glasses that I had been looking forward to for a long time.

"Wow," Zheng Qingmei said loudly, "what a temperament to wear glasses." ”

I suddenly felt very comfortable, but I was too embarrassed to go to the mirror to see if it was really as Zheng Qingmei said.

When I deeply felt: the world became clear. I can also see a thin layer of powder on Zheng Qingmei's gorgeous face, like a fine pollen on the petals.

In the distance, everything you see is clearly discernible. I thought: if I had such a pair of glasses in the classroom, I would be able to see the book on the blackboard; If you can see the board book, your grades will not drop; If my grades hadn't dropped, I wouldn't have dropped out of school; If I hadn't dropped out of school, I would be in high school right now. Thinking of this, I can't help but sigh, maybe this is life.

When I come out of the optician, I like to look into the distance because I can see things in the distance. Originally, I didn't see far, so I liked to see things up close.

Mu Shan carefully selected clothes for Liu Dajiao in the market, buying tops for a while, skirts for a while, and sandals for a while, and the money in his hand was spent all at once.

"You buy your brother a pair of liberation shoes and mail them back." "You can just buy flip-flops." ”

I bought a pair of liberation shoes, held them tightly in my hand, then bought flip-flops to wear on my feet, and put the pair of liberation shoes with a few holes in a plastic bag.

The four of them continued to walk forward and walked to the T-shirt booth, where Kiyama took a fancy to a blue T-shirt and a pair of white pants, reached out and touched it, it felt good, and encouraged me to buy it.

I ignored Mu Shan's persuasion, and thought that I only had twenty yuan in my hand, which was the living expenses of Mu Shan and me, and I couldn't use anything.

Zheng Qingmei asked the shopkeeper, "How much is a set?" ”

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Eight yuan a set." ”

Zheng Qingmei said in a decisive tone: "Ten yuan, take two sets." ”

The shopkeeper hesitated, but shook his head.

Zheng Qingmei didn't hesitate at all, raised her legs and left.

The shopkeeper shouted, "Try it." As he spoke, the shopkeeper took off his clothes and handed them to Kiyama.

Mu Shan took the clothes with a smile and put them on the outside directly, Liu Dajiao helped Mu Shan tidy up a few times, nodded, and said that it was okay.

Mushan encouraged me to try it on again. I waved my hand and refused without hesitation.

Zheng Qingmei took the clothes from the shopkeeper and stuffed them into my hands. I smiled and shook my head, but I couldn't excuse myself. When she had to learn from Mushan to put her clothes on her body, Zheng Qingmei shouted, "It's so handsome." ”

The four of them were very happy and laughed in unison. I hurriedly paid ten yuan and bought two sets of clothes. One set was given to Kiyama.

Mushan was not polite and accepted it cheerfully.

Liu Dajiao was optimistic about a pair of leather shoes, asked Mu Shan to try them on, and then spent money to buy them and give them to Mu Shan. Mushan couldn't help but hold it in his hand with joy, as if he was holding a treasure.

Zheng Qingmei bought a favorite skirt, nylon stockings, and a pair of high-heeled sandals.

Only then did the four of them happily carry their newly purchased items and walk towards the dormitory.

Back in the dormitory, Huang Ping and Wei Huasong were not there.

Mushan threw down the clothes and leather shoes he had just bought, and went to bedroom No. 6 again.

I thought of Mei Xiang again and wished I had the opportunity to see her. Thinking about it, he walked to the corridor and leaned on the railing with his hands, silently looking at the small courtyard.

There are always people walking around in the small courtyard, and the trees have grown dense leaves, and many green fruits have grown between the leaves. What kind of fruit is this?

Huang Ping and Wei Huasong came back happily, carrying several bags in their hands.

"Where's Kiyama?" Huang Ping asked.

"Number 6." I'll be brief.

"What's wrong?" Huang Ping saw something and asked with concern.

"Nothing." I forced a smile.

"Let's go to bedroom 6 too?" Huang Ping asked tentatively.

I shook my head, I didn't feel the need to go to bedroom 6, on the contrary, it was more awkward to go to bedroom 6, I liked to be alone, just watch her from afar, or bless her. Don't force her, I think, liking someone doesn't have to get her.

Huang Ping changed into the clothes he had just bought and walked into bedroom No. 6 in good spirits.

Wei Huasong played the harmonica in the bedroom, and the sound of the piano wafted out of the bedroom and wafted in the small courtyard. I want to learn something, like guitar, or whatever.

Mu Shan walked out of the No. 6 bedroom, followed by Liu Dajiao, Zheng Qingmei, and several people walked into the No. 7 bedroom.

"Let's have a song called 'Childhood'." Zheng Qingmei said.

After a while, the harmonica sound of "Childhood" came from the No. 7 bedroom.

I still didn't move to support the railing with my hands, feeling that my body was so weak, I turned around, my butt leaned against the railing, and I saw it from the window of bedroom No. 7, Zheng Qingmei was sitting on my bed, listening to the harmonica, while reading the novel next to the pillow, Zheng Qingmei picked up a book casually, put it on her lap, and did not open it.

Does Zheng Qingmei also like to read novels like this? I immediately felt a feeling of smoke in my throat, and my heart was about to jump to my throat.

Zheng Qingmei picked up the book, and when she stood up, she saw me through the window, and I immediately turned around in disguise.

Zheng Qingmei walked out quickly, holding the book and said to me, "I'll take a look." ”

I didn't have time to speak, so I nodded vigorously. I felt my heart brighten up all of a sudden, and I became excited and happy.

Zheng Qingmei walked into bedroom No. 6 with the novel. I felt that a certain part of my body was also taken away by Zheng Qingmei, and then I looked at the flowers and trees in the small courtyard, and looked at the scenery outside the small courtyard, it seemed that everything seemed so beautiful and cute!

Shashi, I love you! I felt a voice in my heart shouting happily.

Kiyama looked at me from the window and beckoned me with his hand.

I happily walked into the dormitory, and Kiyama said, "You put on a T-shirt and pants, and we'll take a look." ”

I looked at Liu Dajiao, embarrassed.

"I'll turn my back," Liu Dajiao said with a smile, "I don't look at it." ”

Everyone laughed together.

I took advantage of Liu Dajiao's turn of face, quickly changed into the newly bought clothes, and then put on my slippers, feeling like I had changed a person, looking at myself in the mirror, and laughing with satisfaction.

"The Buddha relies on the golden horse and the saddle," Huang Ping said happily, "How handsome, I have already said that Qi Xun is the first handsome in the factory." ”

Liu Dajiao hurriedly turned around, clapped his hands and shouted, "So handsome!" ”

I was very embarrassed by Liu Dajiao's praise, but I couldn't take off my clothes immediately, so I had to walk out of the bedroom and come to the aisle, feeling great satisfaction in my heart.

Zheng Qingmei stood in the aisle reading a book, and when she saw me wearing new clothes, she was not surprised, and said with a smile: "Chic." ”

Immediately my face turned red, I felt myself flying, and my vanity was greatly satisfied. I was embarrassed to stay in the hallway and hurriedly hid in bedroom 7.

"Our factory, the first handsome, I have said it a long time ago." When Huang Ping saw me again, he involuntarily gave me a thumbs up and said with great confidence.

Kiyama immediately changed into a T-shirt and looked energetic and handsome.

Huang Ping stretched out his thumb again and praised: "The second handsome, but, the teeth are the first white." ”

Liu Dajiao smiled and couldn't straighten her waist. After a while, he raised his head and looked at Huang Ping and said with a smile: "Huang Ping, you also buy the same set of clothes, and the three of them wear the same clothes, just like the 'Little Tiger Team'." ”

Huang Ping seemed to be inspired and responded loudly: "Okay, where did you buy it?" I'm going to buy a set. ”

Zheng Qingmei glanced at Huang Ping disdainfully, and said with a smile: "If you wear this outfit and stand with them and affect the overall beauty, you still don't need it." ”

Huang Ping is angry and doesn't fight in one place, but he is not good at getting angry.

Zheng Qingmei pulled Liu Dajiao back to bedroom No. 6, and Mu Shan followed out of bedroom No. 7.

Huang Ping scolded indignantly, then stretched out his middle finger and yelled, "Fuck! ”

I silently used scissors to cut off the logo of the new clothes, then put the changed clothes in a plastic bucket, carried a bag of laundry detergent, walked out of the dormitory to the bathroom on the first floor, and silently washed clothes.

Several girls were washing clothes in the bathroom, and the girls were chattering, talking and laughing. I didn't dare to go to see the girls, so I just washed my clothes silently.