Xueba's little wild cat is too sultry [ABO]

The winter in Northeast China is not only cold, but also dry.The misty white snow is flying in the neon lights all over the city, and the red light is like a long dragon spreading to the end. Looking through the hazy car window, the thick ink and color are so exciting, but when you look closely, there are only roads left under your eyes. The residual snow that has not been melted on the teeth, and the black mud that is pressed by the wheels.

As the end of the year approaches, the traffic on the road seems to be frozen by heavy snow, and there is no hole for half an hour.

The car was very warm with the air conditioner on, and folk songs were playing. I wonder if the folk singer is still singing rock and roll. It was so loud that people couldn't hear what was said on the phone.Song Di turned off the music, leaned on the steering wheel with one hand, looked at the buttocks of the cars in front of him, and said impatiently: "I'm stuck on the road, it may take half an hour."

The other end of the phone didn't dare to be dissatisfied, it was just urging. Song Di is Fandu's graduate student and assistant, and he has not been idle all day to deal with all kinds of visitors. At this time, his mouth is dry, and he doesn't want to waste any more words. If you know it, hang up the phone.

He turned around and smiled flatteringly, "Boss, there's a traffic jam."

Fan Du on the back seat of the car didn't respond, he just handed over a thermos cup and unscrewed the lid, which was very considerate.

The hand holding the water glass has extremely short nails, well-defined joints, and every inch of the line is full of strength.

Song Di thanked him repeatedly, raised his head and drank it, and spit it out as soon as he took it in, "Bah! What the hell is this?!"

The voice that answered was faint, "Lotus seed heart tea."

Bitterness welled up from the base of his tongue, touching every wrinkle on his face. Song Di retched several times, only to feel that his tongue was no longer his own.He frowned, "It's too bitter, what are you drinking it for? Self-torture?"

"Reduce blood pressure and remove fat, clear heart and remove heat." Fan Du took the thermos cup, took a sip by himself, and respected Song Di, "Good stuff."

Song Di's smile was full of bitterness, "You'd better bear it by yourself."

Fan Du drank a few more sips before putting away the cup. He wore Ou Bai Suwen Zen clothes inside and a camel-colored cashmere coat on the outside. The sunglasses blocked most of his face, but he couldn't hold back his raised eyebrows, and he had a small knot in the back of his head , the colorful lights are cut along the bridge of the nose, like a modern male model in an old film photo, slowly revealing a bit of classical youth style in the suave and romantic style.

Song Di held a business card between his fingers and handed it to the back seat, "Didn't you say you wanted to get tattoos done? I contacted you one, it can be said to be the best tattoo studio, and the queue will be next year. Relationship, I added a plug for you."

Fan Du took the business card and glanced at it. In black and white, only the words "Ren Jian Du" were printed, and there was no other information.

He said suddenly, "Send me there."

"What?" Song Di raised his voice, and almost kicked the gas pedal to hit the rear of the car in front of him, "Are you not going to the meeting?"

"It's no fun listening to a group of veteran gangsters gossiping." Fan Du raised a hand and put it on the back of his neck, pinching the stiff muscles. eyes, "You can replace me."

"It's me again." Song Di felt helpless, but also resigned to his fate, turned the steering wheel, and skilfully got in from the small road beside the road, "Okay, who told you to be the boss."

Fan Du closed his eyes, and there was a heavy mark under his eyelids.

Song Di didn't dare to disturb him, turned down the music, and concentrated on driving his car.

I don't know how long it took, Fan Du heard, "Here we are." He opened his eyes, the short time just now was not enough for him to take a nap, and at this moment his face was full of unconcealable fatigue.

He picked up his thermos cup, opened the door and got out of the car, and said to the cab, "Let's go, don't pick me up."

Song Di honked the horn, "Okay, I'll call you to report tonight."

Fan Du looked at the tattoo studio in front of him. It had an extremely simple front and no decorations. It just made a signboard out of wrought iron, with the words "Humandu" written in cursive.

It is obviously a business attitude of "love comes or not".

When Fan Du walked in, the little girl at the front desk was eating melon seeds to catch up with the drama. When she saw someone coming, she didn't even raise her head. "Today's reservation is full, so we won't pick up customers."

Fan Du took out the business card from his pocket and handed it over, "I'm here through the back door."

The little girl glanced at the business card, then at Fan Du's face, and shouted to the back, "Boss, someone is coming through the back door!"

Then the little girl put away the business card, handed over a plate of melon seeds, and pointed to the dilapidated sofa next to her, "Wait, the boss hasn't finished his work yet."

Fan Du didn't take the melon seeds, and sat down on the small sofa, which was really too small, a bit condescending to his long legs.

He closed his eyes and started to sleep, staying up late yesterday to read the paper was really exhausting.

The subtle smell of sea salt wafts through the air at this tattoo parlor, which is very relaxing.

Fan Du didn't let his spirit immerse himself completely, and left three points for the outside world. He heard the voice of the girl at the front desk leaving get off work happily, and the prompt sound of the checkout came from behind the curtain.

He opened his eyes, and saw a burly man with a flowery arm covered with plastic wrap, grinning and walking away.

The studio and the front desk are separated by a curtain. At this moment, a young man wearing an apron and a mask is standing in front of the curtain, watching Fan Du from the air.

This man was shaved close to his scalp, leaving only green stubble. He had deep eyebrows and a pure black short-sleeved T-shirt under his apron. He was silent and looked like a murderer, with a knife in his eyes.

This is probably the "boss" in the mouth of the little girl.

Fan Du stood up, "Hi, I want to get a tattoo done."

The boss stared at him strangely for a long time, almost until the air was stagnant, then nodded hastily, lifted the curtain and walked into the studio.

Fan Du followed him in, and saw machines of all sizes placed inside, and various tattoo patterns and patterns on the walls, which were chaotic but formed an order of their own.

The boss pointed to a stool and signaled Fan Du to sit down, "Take it off."

Fan Du took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair, and unbuttoned the Zen robe, revealing his muscular and well-proportioned back. This process can be said to be pleasing to the eye.

The attitude of the "boss" was very strange, he didn't say a word, his eyes were like lasers, nailed to Fan Du's back, as if he wanted to burn his flesh through.

Fan Du untied the steel neck guard, touched the back of his neck, and laughed, "Don't worry about the ones on the back, just wash off the ones on the glands."

Nowadays, many young people tattoo some strange patterns on the glands of their back necks in order to flaunt their love. As we all know, the glands can be said to be the most vulnerable part of the human body. Tattooing here is like tattooing on your lifeblood. It's like using a knife, risking your life as a bet.

Fan Du's gland has a tattoo of the word "Gu".

The boss looked at the tattoo and didn't speak for a long time, as if time had frozen.

Fan Du sensed something was wrong, turned his head to look, "Huh?"

The boss touched this small piece of skin with gloves on, and his fingers seemed to stick to the skin. He kept lingering, and a voice came from behind the mask, "Why do you want to wash it off?"

"Newcomers become old friends." Fan Du couldn't tell what his mood was at this moment, he lowered his eyes and smiled, "There's no need to keep it."

It has been three years since he returned to Haicheng, and he has searched almost all over the city, but he can't find Xiegu.

He completely lost his boy.

Fan Du had almost given up hope, and some passers-by even saw a young man committing suicide by throwing himself into the sea with a child in his arms.

It can be regarded as... a newcomer becomes an old friend...

The boss suddenly asked him, "Ex-boyfriend?"

Fan Du was taken aback by the question, and said to himself, how do you know it's your ex-boyfriend and not your ex-girlfriend?

In the next second, he suddenly reacted and grabbed the boss's hand. His body's reaction was much faster than his brain's, and he took off the mask on his face all at once.

Fan Du's pupils suddenly dilated, trembling uncontrollably, "Thank you..."

The wind stopped at this moment.

A line of tears flowed down Xie Gu's face, and he immediately wiped them away, silently turning his face away.

Fan Du felt that his vision was blurred, as if there was a thick fog.

His brain was frantically prompting him to say something, but at this moment, all words seemed so blank, and a strong fire was burning in his heart, which burned up all the oxygen, making him almost unable to breathe.

Xie Gu opened his mouth first, "Are you back?"

Fan Du let out a "hmm".

Afterwards, the two remained relatively silent.

Xie Gu didn't say anything, and pressed on Fan Du's shoulder, "Sit."

Fan Du's heartbeat hadn't calmed down yet, after being pressed so lightly, it tended to go higher again.

Like a puppet, he listened to his orders and did what he said, and he sat down when he said to sit down.

Xie Gu put on his gloves and picked up the tattoo removal machine.

It was only at this time that Fan Du came back to his senses, "Wait!"

Xie Gu raised his eyelids and looked at him. He has single eyelids, and he usually looks unreasonable when looking at people, but now he looks a little cold.

Fan Du regretted it, "I won't wash it anymore."

He wanted to stand up and put on his clothes, but Xie Gu slapped him in place and couldn't move.

Xie Gu said, "It's late."

"It's not so easy to leave after entering my door." Xie Gu said coldly, "Besides, there is no need to keep newcomers as old ones."

"No..." Fan Du opened his mouth to explain, he held Xie Gu's wrist with his backhand, and bullied him, but facing Xie Gu's face, he found that he couldn't say anything.

What separated them was the long-awaited ten years.

The steel neck guard was removed, and there was a hint of pheromone in the air. It was an addictive smell that Xie Gu had smelled countless times.

The smell of tobacco, the faint smell of red wine in the nicotine, he still remembered that Fan Du once told him that this is a kind of cigarette exclusive to the Italian mafia, and those thugs in suits would light a cigarette after killing people in rainy nights. Solution bloody.

Fan Du was nailed to the spot by Xie Gu's gaze, an extremely slight pain tore his nerves, smashed his brain into pulp, he gritted his teeth, but his face gradually turned pale.

Xie Gu looked at him and forced a smile, "Wash it off, don't keep it."

Fan Du didn't know what mood he was in at this moment, he opened his mouth in a daze, "...Okay."