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Love but not.

Just like that poem written, every word and every word is full of love.

Ling Yan's tattoo was also in the same state of mind when it was first tattooed.After all, at the age of 15, he has no way of predicting. He knows that ten years later, the good things between him and Qi Siming will be difficult, and they will still achieve good results.The sadness at the beginning was real, but he was too young and too unwilling, thinking that he couldn't keep people, but he always had to keep something for himself.

His skin doesn't like coloring, so it took two tattoos to get it done.

When he was done, he looked back in the mirror and felt very happy.

Anyone with a tattoo knows what he's rejoicing about.

For a person, relatives, friends, money and reputation are just things outside the body. What really belongs to you in this life is actually only a flesh and blood body. But when you tattoo your lover's name on your body, at that moment, it seems that all your thoughts suddenly become Concrete, it seems that so many joys and sorrows are attached to that person, and finally grow on him.

Meng Shichang had a relationship with Ling Yan, so of course he had seen his tattoo.

He asked Ling Yan what that represented, but Ling Yan only answered silently.

Maybe he thought it was Ling Yan's intentional tattoo, so he made an unauthorized interpretation of it in his works, but in fact it was not, it was just broken and washed.

Ling Yan was forced to wash for the first time.It was forced by Wen Hui.

In fact, he didn't expect that Ms. Wen, who didn't care about him since childhood, would hold onto this tattoo.

She had a relationship with Qi Siming once, probably because she didn't like him, when she saw this tattoo, she immediately thought that Q refers to him.She couldn't understand, so she became furious and asked him loudly, "He made you sad, why are you so anxious to poke him on yourself?"

Yeah, why?

He didn't even tell Qi Siming, he gritted his teeth and carved the letter on his body.

Qi Siming didn't know, he didn't know anything, didn't know that this teenage boy, with childish and hoarse love, made a ridiculous and desperate determination for him, and wanted to remember him for the rest of his life.

If he knew, how shocked he would be, and how sad he would be.

But the parent's focus is always different from the child's.

Wen Hui was just furious at the time, she didn't ask Ling Yan how he felt, or how he felt about being torn to pieces, she just said that he didn't know how to respect herself.

That day, Wen Hui called the secretary in a panic to contact the tattoo artist to come to the door.

The voice was released, and the secretary was terrified by her madness. He tentatively said that if it was tattoos, it would be impossible to remove them permanently, and many times of washing would leave traces, but Wen Hui ignored it and answered sternly, saying yes. Gouging out that piece of meat, she didn't allow him to keep that piece.

She refused to communicate with Ling Yan, but she wanted to speak such cruel words to an outsider in front of him. Ling Yan felt ashamed and felt cold all over his body, as if he had done something shameful this time. It seems that he is worthless with a tattoo on his back, and he is no longer on the stage, as if he is no longer worthy to be his son!

He felt that this woman was crazy.When her husband died, she went mad!

Ling Yan had never resisted that much before, and when it came to his tattoo, he lost all reason.While Wen Hui was on the phone, he entered the bathroom in front of her with a knife in his hand, and locked the door behind him.

Wen Hui realized what he was going to do, stepped forward to knock on the door, and shouted Xiaoyan, you open the door!

Ling Yan actually didn't want to commit suicide, he was already tired of killing himself, the moment he entered the bathroom, he just thought about scratching his tattoo with a knife!He doesn't care if it hurts or not, he doesn't care about giving himself two stabs, but he must not wash it off!

The door is a huge mosaic of frosted glass with roses printed on it.Wen Hui eagerly knocked on the door, making the glass door shake the earth. Such concern gave Ling Yan a distorted pleasure. He kept silent, took off his clothes stubbornly, and picked up the knife as if death was at home. Waiting for him to strike, the weak and flamboyant woman bangs and smashes the glass with her fist.

Glass shards splashed everywhere, scratching the back of his feet, Ling Yan looked up, but saw Wen Hui crying.

The beautiful woman was crying, and he had never seen her cry.Self-defeating, as if there is no tomorrow in sight.

She said that your father is gone, so what are you going to do with me?

Ling Yan froze.

He could see nothing but her bleeding hands.

Tick-tock fell to the ground, smashing the liquid red to pieces.

Then he gave in.Stepping on the glass and kneeling in front of Wen Hui, saying Mom, I was wrong, I will wash it.

Then the tattoo artist came to the door.Ling Yan turned to the mirror sideways.The blue light crackled on my back, and when I wiped it with cotton, it was full of blood.He couldn't help crying, but the most painful thing was still in his heart, the pain of gouge and gouge.

The place where the tattoo artist made the tattoo the day before was still oozing with tissue fluid, but the next day the skin would be ripped apart and the dye would flow out.No one knew how uncomfortable Ling Yan was. He tattooed it in desperation, thinking that in the pain he finally grasped a piece of candy that could comfort him. Unexpectedly, before he warmed his palm, he was brutally knocked down by his mother. on the ground.

That wasn't tattooing at all, it was digging out his heart.

After that, when he was 20 years old, he washed it again, and after that, he never cared about the tattoo again, and he gave up on it, neither washing it off completely nor putting it back on.

The memory about it was too tragic, so he had no choice but to forget it.

Fortunately, because the tattoo is on the back, he can't usually see it, and it also provides objective conditions for his temporary forgetting, so when he reunited with Qi Siming at the time, Qi Siming suddenly mentioned it, and he was stunned for a moment-time brought up the love that had been separated by ten years. In the white skirt, he caught a glimpse of that period of gloomy and lively youth unprepared.

He asked him: "That washed tattoo on your back, is it me?"

At that time Ling Yan really almost cried.

How much he wanted to tell, yes, that's you, the one I tattooed ten years ago.It hurts so much when I got the tattoo. The tattoo artist opened the needle under the skin and injected the dye little by little. My skin doesn’t like coloring. It took me two tattoos before the tattoo was finished. I got the tattoo because of you. , It just hurts more when I wash it, when I think of the tattoo artist washing it, I feel like I was cut alive...

But they had just been together at the time, and he didn't dare to say that.Even though he has a monstrous grievance and a monstrous friendship, he dare not say that.All excessive feelings are absurd. If the grievances are not pitied, it is just a cheap and ridiculous self-confession. He knows it, so he didn't say it, but there are some things that he didn't say at the beginning, and there is no need to say it now.

Ling Yan restrained his thoughts, and the memory just stopped.

He followed Qi Siming into the kitchen, couldn't help but buried his face in his back, hugged him tightly, and obsessively sniffed the temperature of his body.

Qi Siming thought he was acting like a baby, so he deliberately freed a hand while holding the spoon, and patted him behind, "Have you seen Gibbon Banana?" In this world, I think my favorite place is the kitchen. No matter it Where, how, as long as it's the kitchen, where you cook, I don't feel bad.' I really like that line."

Although he wasn't interested in the kitchen or food, Ling Yan still thought, "It's really nice."

God gave him a consummation, and he was suddenly satisfied, feeling that in his life, with Qi Siming, he would have everything.He doesn't have to be like Meng Shichang, he doesn't have to chew on that Mu Dan's poem anymore, he can rely on this person so attachedly, even the daily trivial matters are romantic and sentimental.

He hugged Qi Siming tightly, and urged like the most ordinary lover in the world, "Why is it not good, I'm hungry."