let loose

The end of the year is approaching, the big ones don't go to work, the young ones don't go to school, and the subway is more crowded than usual.There was a lot of people in the carriage, and a layer of sweat broke out on the body in the winter.

Song Mian squeezed the strap of her schoolbag and moved towards the small window, regretting for the nth time that Xiao Tang was too wordy and didn't take the family car.

The subway was running rattling in the dark tunnel, and a car of people shook with the shaking of the carriage.Behind Song Mian is a little girl whose head is on his back from time to time.

Song Mian kept silent, not listening to the girl's shy and stuttering apology.He only took half a step forward, his upper body was pressed against the wagon, and his head was leaning against the window frame. The song flowing in the earphones switched to the next one, and he was not in the mood to listen. A light screen advertisement that flashed by.

He bent his knuckles and hooked the edge of the mask, then tore off half of the mask to let out a breath.His hair color is dazzling, and the passengers next to him can't help but look at him.

Song Mian held a lot of grievances in her heart, and was annoyed by everything.

[Passengers, we have arrived at Xikou Road Station. Please get off from the right door after the screen door is fully opened. Please be careful when opening the door and pay attention to the safety of your feet. ]

I got off the subway in three steps and two steps. When I got off the train, the black three-dimensional star-shaped bright diamond earring on the earlobe of my right ear flashed through the lights.

Taking the elevator out of the station, Song Mian plucked the broken bangs in front of his eyes, raised his hand to press down on the brim of his hat, a few tufts of pink and purple hair were pushed out, and stuck to the tips of his reddened ears.

Two days ago, Song Mian and Chu Qingci went to the business to dye their hair together.Under Chu Xiaonan's pressure, Chu Qingci did not dare to be too presumptuous, and euphemistically dyed her hair a brown color similar to her own.

Song Mian has a mother who is in the entertainment industry, and she raises Song Mian in a self-sustaining way. Shu Yan usually doesn't restrict him, so she doesn't have any worries.After looking through the sample book for a long time, I dyed the thin vine purple that was popular some time ago.He dyed it lightly, thinking pure purple was too monotonous, so he put a little powder on the end of his hair.

The light-colored hair and the eye-catching bright diamond earrings make the complexion even whiter.

Xikou Road Street is a famous alley in the old city east of the city, and the tattoo parlor recommended by Lin Pingping is in the innermost alleyway.

The neighborhood is old, but the road is unexpectedly wide.A few thin telephone poles with most of them broken off stood by the roadside, and the burnt wires were randomly coiled up in the crevices of the rocks.The road was full of potholes, and some of them even accumulated a large amount of sewage. There were a lot of small garbage floating on it, and there was a sour smell like rotten vegetable leaves in the air.

The mask was hanging on the chin, and the bridge of the nose quickly turned red from the cold. Song Mian's eyebrows were twisted into twists, and she sucked her nose twice in a bad mood. She hooked up the mask and put it on, and pulled the hoodie over her head with her backhand, her face wrinkled into a ball , raised his foot and kicked a small stone at his feet, and cursed several times.

He took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the dirty water beach on the ground, and then clicked into WeChat.The cold wind was blowing, and it felt like his knuckles were frozen into ice cubes. Song Mian couldn't help but cursed again, retracted his hands into his sleeves, and together with his fingers, his fingertips were wrapped in a layer of cotton and linen cloth, and he typed.

[÷: This street is all ripped into open crotch pants, I haven't even seen a dog hair, tell me where the tattoo shop is. ]

Seeing that Lin Pingping didn't reply, he sent more than a dozen emojis of bombs and swords in succession.

Soon the dialog box shows that the other party is typing:

[Ping Anfu: Ah, brother Song, I also went there two years ago, and it was not broken like this at that time. ]

[Ping Anfu: Otherwise, you can go further inside? ]

The old city belongs to Pudong.Last year, the urban construction of the Pudong suburbs pushed a small half of the town in the east of the city, and the west intersection should be slightly affected, but it is probably too far away from the urban area. Until now, it is still in a state of "destruction" and no "construction".

Song Mian walked in by feeling, but met no one along the way, and finally saw the tattoo parlor behind an old tree with all its leaves gone.

The shop is small, with a simple appearance. It is called "Little Birds Wearing Flowered Dresses".The wooden door was wide open and creaked in the wind.

Surrounded by dilapidated brick walls and empty streets, it was so deserted that only the howling wind of this winter was left. Behind this wooden door alone, there was a hint of sudden popularity.

Song Mian tucked the zipper under her neck, patted off the top of the hat, and pushed the door open to get the snow on her shoulders.

With a mechanical welcome, the first thing you see is a butterfly hanging on the wall that is about to fly.The strokes are delicate and the painting style is exquisite.The body of the butterfly is colorful, with gold as the main color, and the elegant phoenix feathers behind the tail, like a butterfly but not like it.

The furnishing in the house was simpler than imagined, and a wooden bed in the corner was pitifully small.The boss was lying behind a half-legged wooden table, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and was writing something, as if he hadn't noticed that someone had entered the room at all.

Song Mian took off her hat and held it in her hand, walked over and tapped on the edge of the table.

"excuse me……"

Before he finished speaking, the little boss raised his head and smiled at him, his delicate face was full of the softness of the warm winter light.He pointed to the plastic stool next to him, then lowered his head.

Song Mian: "..."

I remembered what Lin Pingping said, the owner of this shop is a young, pretty, dumb, poor guy who was cheated by a woman until he had nothing left.Poor and pathetic.

The authenticity of the story is open to question, Song Mian certainly did not believe it.He stared at the top of the boss's head for a while, suppressed the irritability that was on the verge of an explosion, and sat down to play with his mobile phone for a while.The pink-purple hair was disheveled by the wind, and with the movement of the head down, it lay softly on the forehead.

The screen was glowing with fluorescent light, reflected on Song Mian's face, the mole of tears was blocked by hair, almost invisible.

The phone page stays in the photo album, a white with a little black, simple, it is the pattern he wants to tattoo.

Getting a tattoo was an idea that popped up on him last night.Just lying on the bed suddenly had this consciousness.Boys at this age are pure and transparent, and they are most likely to yearn for things that look cool to them and look stupid to others.

Song Mian has never been a well-behaved person, and occasionally wants to be a little rebellious.

The waiting process was not long. The little boss quickly cleaned up the gadgets on the table, touched the corner of the table and turned on a small wall lamp, and ducked under the table.

The light is a simple warm yellow, and the second it was turned on suddenly, the light was so strong that Song Mian squinted his eyes.

"Shall we start?" he asked.

The little boss poked half of his head out from under the table, nodded, pointed to a small door half a person's height beside the bed, and smiled brightly.

Song Mian turned his head and glanced at the door that only reached his waist, his brows frowned, making a difficult choice between turning his head and leaving or being able to bend and stretch.

The result of the choice was to endure the humiliation and gritted his teeth and climbed in.

The pattern is very small, Song Mian chose to tattoo it on his wrist, close to the blue blood vessels on his forearm, as if it could connect to his bone marrow and flow into the blood, you can see it by raising your hand.

Thinking how painful it would be, Song Mian clenched her hands into fists and clenched her teeth tightly.The little boss put on latex gloves and picked out a crochet needle from a black square brocade box. Seeing his nervous appearance, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Song Mian opened her eyes and looked over, then her expression froze when she saw the hook needle, and she closed her eyes hard.

The little boss didn't smile anymore, he just took his wrist and clapped him twice.The latex gloves were cold and stiff, and the wrist was gently rubbed. Song Mian opened her eyes, and saw the little boss first shook his head, then pointed at his hand, and waved it.

"You said it doesn't hurt?" Song Mian opened the corner of her mouth, her heart trembled when she saw the hook needle in his other hand, and tried to comfort herself: "I also hope it doesn't hurt."

The little boss gave him a thumbs up and mouthed "Come on."

It's not painful, just a slight tingling, and it feels more profound when painting.The process was not so difficult, a quiet room, two quiet people.Song Mian's eyes went from tightly closed to relaxed and opened, browsing through a lot of inexplicable things in his mind, but when he wanted to recall after the end, he couldn't recall what he thought of.

Little Boss interprets the fingernail-sized pattern very well.The pattern of boats rafting on rivers is mainly black, except for the blank white sails, the rest are all black.The simple project like a stick figure of a primary school student is better than the delicate outline, and the visual effect is quite artistic.

"Very good." Song Mian took a photo of the tattoo and sent it to Lin Pingping. After receiving a surprised and affirmative reply, the little boss gave him a thumbs up.

The little boss happily took off his gloves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, nodded, and showed his small white teeth in a smile.

On the way back, the snow had stopped, the treetops were covered with light golden sunlight, and the streets became open and lively.

……

Both Shu Yan and Song Lilian have been home for Chinese New Year this year, and they started sending New Year's goods home a week ago. On New Year's Eve on the 30th, the two of them took the plane in the morning and arrived in Shanghai in the afternoon.

The 29th is Jiang Zhou's birthday, Song Mian booked a plane ticket to Beijing, stayed there overnight and came back, just in time to celebrate the New Year at home.

From Shanghai to Beijing, the flight takes more than two hours.Song Mian thought about it, and didn't tell Jiang Zhou that he was coming to Beijing, and wanted to surprise him.

The weather in Beijing is even colder than that in Shanghai. The snow is on the branches, and the snowflakes are blowing along with the north wind.

Navigating is a must for Lu Chi when going out, Song Mian tightened her scarf, followed the flow of people on the bus and left the airport, a female voice with no ups and downs in the navigation tone rang through the earphones, followed the route and turned around to board a taxi going into the city.

Outside the window was a tall building retreating in a hurry, heavy snow was caught in the rain, Song Mian leaned his head to the car window, and glanced guiltyly at Shu Yan, who was smiling and reading the advertisement on the screen of the building.

The Chinese attach great importance to "family reunion" and "festival customs".Tomorrow's New Year's Eve, most families, big and small, will gather together, and more people will go out.

At night, the city center is bustling with people, the traffic lights at the intersections flash alternately, the horns of the vehicles keep on beeping, and they crawl slowly at a turtle's speed.The neighborhood is even more joyful. Lanterns are hung from the street to the end of the street, and the tassels are hanging down and fluttering in the wind.

When I got out of the car, I was squeezed into the crowd, and people almost brushed their bodies as they passed by.The Little Tigers' "Green Apple Paradise" was displayed in the supermarket far away, and Song Mian hummed along, half of her schoolbag collapsed and hung on her left shoulder, and she accidentally took out a small box while taking out her mobile phone in the bag.

As he bent down to pick it up, the other slightly dark-skinned hand touched the box before him.Song Mian paused, and before he could open his mouth, the other party returned the box to him.

The man was wrapped in a thick padded jacket, and he made an arrogant mohawk, with a stinky expression on his face.

"Thank you." Song Mian straightened up and thanked.

The man didn't speak, just waved his hands coolly, turned around and merged into the crowd.

Song Mian patted the snow particles on the box.This is his birthday present to Jiang Zhou. The box is a very ordinary blue velvet box, the size of a palm.Too lazy to open the zipper again, seeing that the box was not big, Song Mian simply stuffed it into the coat pocket.

The plan was to send a message to Jiang Zhou in the city center, but as soon as he clicked on the WeChat chat box and edited two words, before the message could be sent out, Song Mian felt a tightness around his waist, reached out his hand, and the velvet box was gone!

He turned around and saw a sudden black figure passing through the crowd at an extremely fast speed among the crowded crowd in the square.

Life is like this, occasionally a joke full of surprises comes, and you have to accept it.

"Hold……"

Song Mian spat, smoothed her hair, swept her schoolbag and hung it on her shoulders, and ran after her.