With an hour left before the dinner time set by the squad leader, Chen Xiaoyin asked the driver to change the route and go to the tattoo shop she had visited before.

The tattoo shop opened at the end of an alley, with a few rough stone slabs in front of the door, and a few small unknown purple flowers popping up from the cracks. Stepping up the stairs, there is a curtain of transparent plastic sheets, and the light behind it is a little dim.

Picking up the curtain, Chen Xiaoyin shouted familiarly: "I didn't expect that I would come back so soon and bring you a customer." ”

"Little sister, it's you." The tattoo artist who was eating takeout put down his chopsticks and got up to greet him.

It's almost time to get off work, and he's alone in the store.

Liang Chan followed behind Chen Xiaoyin, not as big as her, and her eyes converged and looked around. Although the store is small, it is fully furnished, with sofas, coffee tables, and shelves arranged in a staggered manner, and cleaned up and tidy, not as dirty and messy as she imagined.

The tattoo artist was a boy in his early twenties, wearing a black T-shirt, revealing brightly colored flower arms with intricate lines, and tilted his head to look at Liang Chan: "Do you want a tattoo?" ”

Liang Chan stopped looking, and returned his attention to the person who spoke: "Yes." ”

Chen Xiaoyin understood Liang Chan's temperament, took her arm, and dragged her to the front: "Don't be nervous, this handsome guy has good skills." ”

The boy who was called "handsome guy" scratched his neck, lowered his head and smiled, and brought a stack of picture albums and put them on the nearby table: "Choose the pattern first, or you can bring the picture yourself." ”

Liang Chan didn't look at the stack of albums, pondered for a few seconds, and asked a little uncontrollably: "Can you describe the pattern, can you draw it?" ”

"Okay." Tattoo artists are accustomed to all kinds of scenes, and this kind of request is very common, "Let me tell you first, the cost of designing patterns is a little higher." ”

Liang Chan has no objection.

The tattoo artist asked her what pattern she wanted to write, and he drew it for her first, and then started when he was satisfied.

Liang Chan pointed to a few half bowls of ramen noodles on the side of the sofa that were about to fall off: "Why don't you finish it first?" ”

The tattoo artist didn't expect this girl to be quite caring, so he didn't refuse, sat down and solved half a bowl of noodles by dividing it by two, wiped his mouth clean, picked up the iPad on the sofa, and the Apple Pencil on the side was taken off by him, opened the painting software, and created a new blank canvas: "I can say it now." ”

Liang Chan glanced at Chen Xiaoyin, who walked to a wall and admired the photos hanging on the wall with his hands behind his back, which were tattoo patterns displayed by customers in the store, all of which she watched with relish.

Liang Cicada lowered his voice and said, "I want to write a cicada, surrounded by a gust of wind." ”

The tip of the pen paused on the screen, leaving a small black dot, the tattooist was stunned, tapped the screen with two fingers, and withdrew the small black dot: "I know the cicada, I know the tree, how to draw the wind can stump me." ”

The wind is something that has no form, it can be a tree branch that has been raised, a dandelion that has been blown away, or a wave that has been swept away on the surface of the water...... The wind itself alone cannot be painted.

Liang Chan thought about it on the way here: "It doesn't have to be so complicated, just draw a few wavy lines, and I can understand what it means." ”

The tattoo artist's Apple Pencil spun around, made an "OK" gesture, and drew a lifelike cicada on a blank canvas with a few lines around it. The tattoo artist has a unique aesthetic, and a few strokes create a feeling that the wind and the cicadas are dependent on each other.

Liang Chan was very satisfied at a glance.

"Where is the text of the text?" The tattoo artist led her to the small room behind where the machine was placed.

Liang Chan hadn't thought about this beforehand, and her steps paused, she wanted to hide this little secret in a part that was not so easy to be discovered.

"A little lower than the abdomen." She pointed to him.

The tattoo artist loaded the machine with disposable needles, put on gloves, and held the handle to see where her fingers fell: "Many girls write here, wearing a crop top in summer is just enough to show, believe me, it definitely looks good." ”

Liang Chan was silent, she didn't wear a crop top, she wouldn't show it.

The pattern is first transferred to the skin, and then the needle is pierced into the small holes to inject the pigment. Chen Xiaoyin said that it doesn't hurt, it's the same as an ant bite, maybe everyone's pain is different, even if the anesthetic is applied, Liang Cicada can still feel that every time he stabs in, there is a clear pain.

As the pain intensifies, the pattern is deeply engraved on the skin.

*

The two girls who ran to get tattoos after the college entrance examination could only drink and eat light dishes at the dinner that night, because they had to avoid eating for a week.

The promise of not getting drunk has come to naught, and he watched others clink glasses and drink.

Chen Xiaoyin put her arms around Liang Cicada's neck, leaned on her shoulder and asked, "I saw your tattoo, Cicada is your name, it's easy to understand, what do those lines mean?" I didn't get it, but it was weirdly pretty. ”

Liang Chan threw the question to her: "Guess." ”

Chen Xiaoyin didn't drink, he was infected by the atmosphere in the box, and his face was slightly drunk: "I guess...... I can't guess. If you want me to say, the cicada should stay in the tree, and you should write a small tree. ”

Liang Chan smiled silently.

After sitting for a while, she wanted to go to the bathroom and asked Chen Xiaoyin if she was going.

Chen Xiaoyin shook her head, let go of the hand that hooked her neck, and let her go.

As a tablemate, she can feel that Cicada is unhappy a lot of the time, and she doesn't know what happened to her. It's always a bad thing to make people so unhappy, so she didn't ask it in a funny way.

Liang Chan came out of the bathroom and encountered an unexpected person in the hallway.

Hu Beizi was still laughing with her companions for a second, and coldly bumped into Liang Chan, who had not seen her for a few months, and the smile on her face froze for a moment, turning into a thick disgust and sarcasm.

"Why aren't you dead yet?" Hu Beizi drank the wine, and the long-pent-up resentment returned, pointing at her nose and whispering viciously, "Since you disappeared from my world, please trouble you to disappear completely, don't always dangle in front of my eyes, okay?" As soon as I see your face, I will think of your shameless mother, the father who killed people and set fires. Did you mean it, Liang Cicada, deliberately disgusted me, and made me unhappy! ”

Liang Cicada lived a quiet and peaceful life, almost forgetting the painful memories that made her miserable, and Hu Beizi's words easily evoked her nightmares.

She trembled like chaff all over her body, turned around and wanted to leave, but was grabbed by Hu Beizi who rushed forward.

"Stop!" Hu Beizi glanced at her from top to bottom and sneered, "It seems that your mother taught you a lot of tricks to seduce men before she died, and the owner is so willing to spend money on you, does his wife know?" ”

These words implied that Liang Chan was raised by a rich man as a junior, which caused her companions behind her to smile disdainfully.

Liang Chan twisted his wrist, and tears were about to come out in pain: "Let go." ”

"I'm not going to let go, what can you do?" Hu Beizi pinched her chin and complained with tears in her eyes, "Your mother shamelessly destroys other people's families, your father killed other people's fathers, Liang Chan, how can you be so calm when you see me?" You should kneel down and repent and beg me for forgiveness, and you should kowtow to my mother and apologize! ”

Liang Chan's chin was pinched red, leaving a few deep nail marks, and she endured the pain and said: "I knelt down and begged for your forgiveness, kowtow to your mother and apologize, can you let me go from now on?" ”

If this is the case, she can do it.

Hu Beizi's eyes were full of tears, and she gritted her teeth with hatred: "Impossible! Don't think about it for the rest of your life! ”

Liang Chan smiled bitterly: "Then what else to say?" ”

Chen Xiaoyin waited in the private room for a while, but didn't see Liang Chan come back, so she couldn't worry about coming out to look for her, but she saw a group of girls dragging her into the elevator, and one of the girls grabbed her by the hair.

Chen Xiaoyin, who had never seen this kind of battle, was startled, screaming and rushing over, but it was still a step too late, and the elevator had already closed and went down.

She pressed the elevator button desperately, but to no avail.

stepped on a raised object, and she looked down to see that it was Liang Chan's dropped mobile phone. The screen lit up at exactly this moment, showing a phone call coming in.