Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

60.

Fang Zhixing was fed and woke up early the next day.

He climbed out of the bed, lifted the curtains a little to check the weather, then turned around and sat on Zhong Siyuan's stomach, shaking his shoulders: "Get up! The sun is drying your ass!"

Zhong Siyuan was disturbed in his sleep, his soul almost flew away, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw Fang Zhixing, his face was blank with fright.

Fang Zhixing was very proud of the success of the prank, and flicked the tip of Zhong Siyuan's nose: "Come with me to get a tattoo today, it's been a long time."

Zhong Siyuan slowly woke up and realized that Fang Zhixing was not tired enough.

On a winter morning, when the sun was sparse and warm, Actor Zhong took a rare moment of getting up, and pushed Fang Zhixing back on the bed to punish him.

After spending a long time together, Fang Zhixing finally begged for mercy, crying that he was in pain here and there, begging Zhong Siyuan softly to let him go.

Zhong Siyuan slapped him twice on the buttocks, and there were two crisp sounds in the empty room, successfully scaring away Mozart who was eavesdropping at the door.

It has been more than an hour since Fang Zhixing was finally able to get out of bed. He rubbed his ass and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Fang Zhixing's buttocks were injured inside and out, so he could only wear sweatpants, but he didn't wear his own. He searched through the box to find Zhong Siyuan's to wear, because Zhong Siyuan's legs were longer than his, and his pants were looser.

Zhong Siyuan had a bit of a conscience, so he brought Fang Zhixing a cushion when he went out, and let him sit on it wherever he went, so his buttocks didn't suffer a second injury.

Fang Zhixing got into the co-pilot, claiming that he couldn't move because of the pain in his buttocks, so he asked Zhong Siyuan to fasten his seat belt.Zhong Siyuan's service was in place, not only did coolies, but also after-sales services, he was easy to talk and listened to orders, and asked casually: "Mr. Fang, what instructions do you have?"

Fang Zhixing took out Zhong Siyuan's sunglasses from the armrest box and put them on his face, tapped twice on the window sill with his fingers, and said coldly: "Drive."

That posture seemed to be taken by Zhong Siyuan, if there is any imitation program in the future, Fang Zhixing will definitely win the championship if he imitates Zhong Siyuan.

The tattoo studio was introduced by Lucy. There are many side jobs in beauty makeup. I heard that Lucy is one of the partners.

Fang Zhixing slept all the way to the destination, Zhong Siyuan called him several times but there was no response, he took off his sunglasses only to find that he was sound asleep.

It's really noisy, I don't sleep in the early morning, and I'm sleepy now.

Zhong Siyuan called out speechlessly, Fang Zhixing didn't know what dream he was in, so he closed his eyes and smacked his lips and muttered: "It smells so good."

Eighty percent of them are eating a big meal in a dream.

The two of them went upstairs together. The style of the studio was dark and a bit gothic. Fang Zhixing was taken aback by the color and was a little apprehensive.He pulled Zhong Siyuan's sleeve and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yuan, can't it be the Three Wushou workshop?"

Zhong Siyuan had a question mark on his head, and was about to say, "Will I take you to that kind of place?" Before he could say it, a rather magnetic voice came from behind him: "It's a serious tattoo studio, and the Industrial and Commercial Bureau has opened a business license."

Fang Zhixing was afraid that he would be overheard by the clerk when he spoke ill of someone, so he looked back and saw that the person behind him was wearing a black coat, with a strong and tall figure, short hair, sharp eyebrows, and a straight nose. He looked like a very wild handsome guy.

This doesn't look like a tattoo, Fang Zhixing asked in a low voice without moving his mouth: "Brother Yuan, who is this man?"

Unexpectedly, Zhong Siyuan nodded lightly at the other party, and said hello: "Brother Lucy."

"…………"

Fang Zhixing almost suspected that he had a hearing problem.

He jumped to a place far away from Zhong Siyuan in one step, as if he had been shocked out of the circle.He stared dumbfounded at the man Zhong Siyuan called "Lucy" in front of him, no matter how he could be connected with Lucy, a make-up artist with fluorescent colors, long hair and red orchid fingers!

Lucy stepped on a pair of black Martin boots, and walked on the glass floor with a "clack" sound.He smiled at Zhong Siyuan: "Your kid's ability to accept is not good enough."

Then he passed the two of them and walked straight towards the store.

Fang Zhixing was stunned on the spot, Zhong Siyuan went over and snapped his fingers: "Let's go, let's go in."

"Brother Yuan..." Fang Zhixing looked at Zhong Siyuan as if asking for help, "Is it the Lucy I was thinking of?"

Zhong Siyuan's three words shattered his fantasy: "That's not the case."

Twenty minutes later, Fang Zhixing sat across from Lucy feeling uncomfortable, and only then did he realize that Lucy was recruited by Zhong Siyuan.

The reason is that Lucy is not only a make-up artist, but also a professional tattoo artist. As one of the partners of the studio, he rarely tattoos clients himself, but Zhong Siyuan was worried about other people doing it, so he insisted on calling Lucy here.

Lucy called up a few design drafts, and then passed the tablet to Fang Zhixing: "I heard that you want to write on the scar? Where is the scar, show me."

Fang Zhixing shrank his legs, feeling the urge to turn around and leave.

Lucy was speechless: "Isn't it, is it so difficult to accept?" He squeezed his throat and raised his orchid fingers, "How about this?"

Fang Zhixing was about to cry: "Brother Lucy! You're still kinder like this!"

Lucy rolled her eyes in a disfigured manner, and urged: "He came from my mother, he didn't dress up, so you can just let it go. Where is the scar, show me quickly, don't blah blah blah!"

Fang Zhixing was overwhelmed by the momentum, bent over and rolled up his trousers tremblingly, showing the scar to Lucy.

Lucy glanced at it: "It's been so long, have you used scar cream?"

Fang Zhixing shook his head, what kind of scar cream does a big man use.

"Then you are recovering well." He touched it with his hand, "The scar hyperplasia is not serious."

Zhong Siyuan took a tablet to look at the patterns. He told Lucy when he heard that Fang Zhixing was going to get a rose tattoo. He had not seen many designs in the past few days. He hadn’t seen them before. , Imagining the appearance of them appearing on Fang Zhixing's body, they start to be amazed and throbbing ahead of time.

Fang Zhixing poked his head: "Let me see it too."

Lucy wasn't idle either: "You pick first, and I'll sterilize."

Each design drawing is exquisite and beautiful, Fang Zhixing is dazzled, and has a choice phobia.

Zhong Siyuan put down the tablet: "How about this, tell me what you want."

"Hmm..." Fang Zhixing described, "One rose is enough for me to bloom, and the stem is slightly bent, like an S shape."

Lucy pointed out: "Look at the third picture. It's similar to what you said, but the flower stem can't be bent too hard. Your scar is straight, and it can't be blocked if it's bent too hard."

"It doesn't matter, as much as you can cover, the focus is on flowers and S."

Lucy looked up at Zhong Siyuan, then took the tablet back, and used a capacitive pen to modify it on the screen for a long time: "In this way, the flower stem is still straight, I will adjust the position of the leaves, hang two leaves on one fork, like Y, yes Wouldn't it be more agreeable to you?"

The re-modified pattern was reflected in Fang Zhixing's eyes, a straight flower stem with barbs growing horizontally, with a branch on the left and right sides, dotted with Y-shaped branches and leaves, and a blooming red rose on top.

Fang Zhixing should not be too satisfied, and said with a happy face: "Brother Lucy! You are like a roundworm in my stomach!"

Lucy doesn't want to be a bug.

"That's it. I'll print it out and cut the line for you later."

"Hey, wait a minute." Fang Zhixing had another objection, "Well, I don't want big red."

"I want black, pure black," he said.

Lucy thought it was quite interesting, probably because Zhong Siyuan also told him the meaning behind the tattoo, Lucy raised her eyebrows and said, "Aren't you going to be in love? It's not good to be dark."

"Black." Fang Zhixing said firmly, "This is a wild rose that blooms in the abyss."

What followed was a long few hours of applying anesthesia, cutting lines, processing details and shadows, and then painting. Zhong Siyuan was by Fang Zhixing's side almost every step of the way.

He was afraid that Fang Zhixing would be in pain, so he had to ask every few minutes.But Fang Zhixing was braver than he imagined, he didn't even frown, and he was still able to joke with him.

It was past noon when it was over, Lucy straightened her waist, turned her neck and confessed: "You can take a bath after 4 hours, but don't wash for too long. You should touch less water in the past few days, and come back to touch up the color after three months."

He stood up first: "Tattoos are more tiring than makeup, please sit down for a while, I will go for a stroll."

As soon as Lucy left, Fang Zhixing immediately grinned, "Oh shit, it hurts, hurts..."

Zhong Siyuan squatted beside him, looking down at the red tattoo.A black rose bloomed on the fair skin, which was erosive and gorgeous, bringing a greater visual impact than red.

He was really deceived by Fang Zhixing: "Why don't you say anything in pain?"

"Do I dare?" Fang Zhixing was also very aggrieved, "I'm afraid that Lucy will think I'm too hypocritical."

He "please" his legs off the stool, put his foot on Zhong Siyuan's knee, and asked, "Does it look good?"

Zhong Siyuan said: "It's beautiful, even more beautiful than I imagined."

He couldn't wait to touch it, and when he was about to touch it, his fingers curled up again, and he repeated restrainedly: "It's so beautiful."

Fang Zhixing was very happy, stepping on Zhong Siyuan and leaning forward.

Zhong Siyuan held his calf and squeezed it lightly: "Don't move around."

The four walls of the studio are all black, but there is plenty of light, which is so bright that you can see the tiny pores and light fluff on the skin.

Fang Zhixing felt the taboo and outrageousness, and his blood seemed to boil vaguely: "Brother Yuan."

He yelled, stretched out his hand and pressed Zhong Siyuan's back of the neck.

The fingertips slowly walked along the neck bone, brushed the soft cashmere sweater, and slowly circled the "destination" to outline the shape of the letter.

"I took you with me too."

Zhong Siyuan's eyes moved.

Fang Zhixing said: "I seem to have a new life."

Zhong Siyuan held his slender arm in his arms, and he could kiss the delicate and smooth skin on the inside of his wrist by turning his face.

As soon as he lowered his head, the silver chain around his neck was exposed, and a bright star shone on his collarbone.

Zhong Siyuan kissed Fang Zhixing's knee, and kissed his old wound, as if there was a black petal in his mouth.

"Baby," he said softly, "Happy birthday."

The author has something to say:

Lucy: A big guy in women's clothing, the first among gays.