Nie Zhao was a little surprised.

The first place in the seventh class, every time I have to press the one on Lu Xiang's end.

He wears a black stiff eyeglasses, and he's always wearing a school uniform with neatly zipped up, and he's tall.

Nie Zhao had an impression of him or a certain time the back of his hand was burned by hot water, he handed her a plaster, Nie Zhao didn't want it, said thank you, and he still handed it to her.

Just as Lu Xiang came over, he glanced at Jiang Hang and then at Nie Zhao, and explained: "Nie Zhao, classmate Jiang, he can't speak. ”

Nie Zhao was a little surprised, and after being stunned for a second, he still took the ointment.

Later, when there were some very few intersections, Nie's church lips, he would open his mouth and communicate with her without a sound.

When I came back to my senses, I heard the little nurse say, "I heard him say that he was worshipping the elders in the cemetery, and I happened to find that you had fainted, so I sent you here." ”

Send it over.

Nie Zhao was wondering how he had sent her over.

Nie Zhao turned his head and said, "Can I be discharged from the hospital?" ”

The little nurse nodded: "Yes, your fever has subsided, but your nasal voice is a little heavy, so it's better to take some cold medicine." ”

"Thank you."

Nie Zhao left the courtyard, staring at the big sun outside, his fingers in front of his eyes, looking at the dazzling sunlight through his fingers, squinting and feeling a little dazzled in front of his eyes.

She was afraid that she would faint on the way, so she went to a fat man not far downstairs and ordered a spicy soup and soup dumplings early.

The owner's shop is very small, and at this time there is a steady stream of customers.

She sat at the door, with her long legs open, and sat with a big grin, eating slowly, not wanting to waste, even if she was full, she forced herself to finish eating the twelve soup dumplings before leaving the store, some of them were too hot, and she remembered that the kitten had not been fed yet, and she ate too quickly, and a layer of white skin was burned off her mouth, and it hurt hotly.

When I got out of the breakfast shop, it was only seven o'clock, and there were people who had to go to work in the morning.

She looked down at her mobile phone and saw that Lu Xiang had sent her several WeChat messages and video calls last night, and was about to reply, when a motorcycle suddenly stopped in front of her, braked sharply, and a string of gray smoke was swung out from behind, which was a little choking.

Nie Zhao took a few steps back, his eyes fell on Jin Zhuoqi with a helmet in front of him, an all-black motorcycle, he was wearing a black jacket, cargo pants, cool and hearty and capable dress, wearing black leather gloves on his hands and holding the handlebars, his long legs were supported, his head was turned sideways, the eyes hidden behind the helmet were dark and bottomless, he looked at her, and said: "Get in the car." ”

After saying that, he took out the helmet from the front and threw it to her.

Nie Zhao hurriedly followed, skillfully put it on his head, and stepped on the back seat.

The model of the motorcycle forced her to lean forward, close to Jin Zhuoqi, and her forehead through the helmet was almost against his back.

With two "buzzing" sounds, the car rushed to the middle of the road like a rocket.

There was a loud sound of wind in her ears, blocking out all the other sounds, even in this posture, Nie Zhao still tried to keep herself from clinging to him, with some distance in between, she pressed her head and used him to block the wind, and sat silently behind the motorcycle.

I don't care where I'm going, and I don't care what I'm going to do.

Half an hour later, when the motorcycle stopped in front of a small shop, Nie Zhao looked up and saw a string of shop names in English, which translated as "tattoos."

She looked up at the door number, stood next to the motorcycle, and handed him the helmet in her hand, but Jin Zhuoqi did not answer.

The blazing light swept behind him, just shining through his earlobes, his helmet was placed on the back seat of the motorcycle, he leaned back slightly, he pulled out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, tilted his head sideways, the light reflected a clear jawline, his thin lips pursed the cigarette, he never spoke, his eyes fell on her, and he stared at her for a long time.

Nie Zhao couldn't stand such a gaze, and no one had ever looked at her so boldly and directly, like a person who had been stripped naked, standing in front of him and being judged, without any dignity to speak of.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Nie Zhao also put the helmet in his hand on the back seat, the position was a little crowded, pushed his helmet to the left, and put it side by side.

She stood next to her, as if she had become accustomed to the smell of smoke, and said nothing.

Seeing that he was going to smoke the second one, Nie Zhaocai frowned and couldn't help asking, "What are you going to do?" ”

Jin Zhuoqi glanced at her, walked in with a cigarette and the car key, and Nie Zhao behind him stood in place for two seconds, and then followed calmly.

If you can't speak, you can use lip language.

When he walked in, Nie Zhao saw a girl standing inside, probably making an appointment with the boss to get a tattoo today, correcting the final tricks, and telling her something.

The tattooed brother saw Jin Zhuoqi walk in and said hello: "Brother Zhuo." ”

And he said, "It's ready inside." ”

Nie Zhao could probably guess that he brought her over to give her a tattoo.

She just didn't expect it to be Jin Zhuoqi.

Jin Zhuoqi sat on the sofa next to him, and there were guests there, and he also snuffed out the cigarette that had just been lit.

Nie Zhao stood next to him and asked him in a low voice, "Do you want to give me a tattoo?" ”

He was silent.

Nie Zhao was patient: "What do you want to tattoo?" ”

Jin Zhuoqi still didn't speak.

Nie Zhao was silent.

Her richest thing is time.

Jin Zhuoqi was still sitting on the sofa, but he didn't hear any movement, he glanced at her with his chin tilted slightly, there was no emotion in his eyes, and there was no emotional change in his whole face.

She lowered her head, perhaps because she was too slender, she looked quite tall, her face was very beautiful, very thin, with obvious jaw bones, she was wearing a bandeau suspender, a simple long shirt on the outside, short jeans, a pair of thin and long legs, and the immaturity on her face could be seen as a student.

Jin Zhuoqi just said lightly: "Wait." ”

waited patiently for about half an hour, and in the middle she sent a message back to Lu Xiang, but she didn't bring her mobile phone to class, so she shouldn't be able to receive it for the time being.

I also turned out Jiang Hang's WeChat account in the class group, added, and remarked the verification message: Nie Zhao.

Then he lowered his head and pinched his phone in both hands, waiting boredly.

She entered the tattoo room with Jin Zhuoqi, he raised his eyes, looked at the workbench next to him, put on a black mask, black gloves, and after laying out the workbench, he sat next to him and shook the pigment in his hand.

Nie Zhao sat next to him and watched his skillful operation, and saw that it was black, and there was a little dark gray-blue pigment.

She had tattoos on her body, and she had gone with Ge Yuankai on a whim, and he had a friend who was an apprentice in a tattoo parlor.

At that time, I didn't know what to tattoo, but when I saw that there were samples in the store, it seemed that many girls liked roses, and Nie Zhao also got a tattoo, but it was just a thorny rose, and she deliberately asked the boss to design the thorns obviously, and the beauty was much lower, and it seemed to be very aggressive.

Shaking the straps of the clothes in his hands, he thought to himself why Jin Zhuoqi brought her to get a tattoo?

The needle of the tattoo gun can't pierce the dead.

If he could have been happier, she wouldn't have cared about getting more tattoos or anything.

When the clerk brought in the designed picture and showed it to Jin Zhuoqi, he was cut off by Nie Zhao.

She stared at a bow and arrow drawn on it, raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at the clerk: "Did you draw it?" Well drawn. ”

The little brother let out an "ah", shook his head and said, "It's not me, Brother Zhuo painted it." ”

Nie Zhao lowered his mind and set his eyes on Jin Zhuoqi.

Skilled technology, beautiful graphics.

Not to murder her.

When she sat next to her and watched Jin Zhuoqi pinch the electric tattoo gun and hit her on the arm, she didn't have any temper.

It hurts.

It hurts so much that I want to die.

And the place where Jin Zhuoqi is tattooed is nothing else, it is the place where the rose is tattooed in front of her arm, and it is superimposed, like a bow and arrow using roses as hunting arrows.

Probably in order to prevent the patterns from overlapping and not being able to see clearly, some dark blue pigments with obvious gray scales were used.

After about ten minutes, a layer of sparkling appeared on her forehead, and tears broke out in the corners of her eyes.

The arm couldn't help but tremble a few times, thinking that someone else's tattoo was too painful for a long time, and maybe a few minutes of rest, so the tattoo room was so big.

She apparently didn't.

Slightly raising his head to meet Jin Zhuoqi's eyes, the reason why he was wearing a mask was that he could only see the eyes that were closed, the eyelashes were very long, naturally pressed downward, and the bridge of Yingting's nose showed some curvature under the mask.

No wonder the little girl likes it so much.

The girl almost stuck her eyes on him.

Nie Zhao looked away, and after about a few minutes, he wanted to tell Jin Zhuoqi if she could take a break, but he didn't know if Jin Zhuoqi was deliberately torturing her, or if he really just wanted to get a tattoo and didn't realize that she was in pain.

The lights in the room were very bright, and Nie Zhao frowned and his gaze fell back on him, perhaps because he moved, the short black T on his body shook, and it had a big neckline, because of her overlooking posture, she saw a string of tattoos on his collarbone.

L'enfer， c'est moi.

A string of French.

Nie Zhao saw this sentence in Ge Yuankai's friend's store, and they introduced it as a famous quote from an old drama No Exit.

The original was supposed to be L'enfer, c'est les autres – the other is hell.

Roughly speaking, if you don't treat others properly, then they are your hell.

This sentence was changed to moi by Jin Zhuoqi.

- "I Am Hell"

It's a bit crazy.

If you don't treat me properly, then I'm your hell.

Truly.

Jin Zhuoqi has really become her hell.

"It hurts a little."

The beads of sweat on Nie Zhao's forehead were about to come down, and he looked straight at Jin Zhuoqi with a pair of eyes, his voice trembled a little, and he whispered, "Can you stop for five minutes?" ”

She didn't want to die under a tattoo gun.

Jin Zhuoqi didn't raise his eyelids, his eyebrows and eyes were dark under his broken hair, and he said slowly: "Please." ”

People must learn to be soft, let alone in front of creditors.

Nie Zhao smiled good-naturedly: "Please, Brother Zhuo." ”

Nie Zhao is a person who doesn't like to laugh, this face looks detached and indifferent when it doesn't make expressions, and it looks like two completely different people when she laughs, she has a small tiger tooth on her left, because the corners of her eyes are naturally buckled, narrow and long, and the eyes are bent up and instantly melt all the frost, as if breaking the shell.

Maybe it's because this expression will show some illusion of coquettishness and innocence. Hook the corners of her lips, and she will be as bright as the sun.