Years of love

The two of them walked along the street for a long time, inserted/entered obliquely from an alley, bypassed two narrow alleys, and entered a commercial street full of fireworks.

This commercial street has a long history, and the buildings are still in the Hong Kong style of the 80s. The underground is more prosperous than the ground, and the decoration of the underground shops is obviously more modern.

Yan Qi followed the phone's location and walked back and forth twice, only to find the hand-carving shop in the small aisle between two relatively conspicuous big shops.

But the two of them were dumbfounded as soon as they entered. The walls around the store were full of dense tattoo pictures, and the one facing them was a big Buddha with golden light.

"Does someone really tattoo Buddha on their body?" Yin Chen asked in a low voice.

"That's a wall painting, everything else is a tattoo." A strong man's voice came from the back room.

Yin Chen nodded, only to realize that the man was invisible, so he glanced into the room.This shop is not big, but there is even an inner room.Yan Qi leaned in first, the decoration of the inner room was quite different from the outer room, it actually had a sense of sight of an elementary school classroom.

The strong man bent over and was carving wood on the desk. When he saw someone coming in, he wiped the beard on his chin, took off his glasses and turned to see Yan Qi raised his eyebrows: "Student?"

Yan Qi was stunned for a moment, then nodded, this strong man should be quite old, but his two big flower arms still give people the illusion of a social boss.

"I don't tattoo students." The strong man turned his head and continued to ponder the wood in his hand.

"I'm not here to get a tattoo, but to engrave my drum stick." After Yan Qi finished speaking, he handed over his drum stick.

The strong man became interested, took the drum stick and took a look: "Do you play drums?"

Yan Qi nodded again.

"I like drums." The strong man got up and changed a small knife with a very thin blade from the stand: "Every night I have to listen to the drums in the bar opposite."

"Bar?" Yan Qi looked at him: "Can you play drums in the bar?"

"The boss of Sensation likes metal music very much. He set up a stage inside and often invites bands to perform." The strong man pulled his glasses to the tip of his nose: "What are you engraving?"

Yan Qi looked at Yin Chen, and said generously, "On the left side, engrave three English letters luo, and on the right side, engrave the word Luo without a cursive initial."

The strong man nodded and put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose: "It's easy."

"How much?" Yan Qi asked.

"Five yuan for a word, ten yuan for you." The strong man said.

Yan Qi took back the drumsticks after a short wait, looked at the effect, thought it was not bad, and paid the money with satisfaction.

When he left, Yan Qi hesitated for a moment. He saw a very beautiful tattoo in cursive script in English. He frowned and pondered for a long time. When he turned his head and was about to speak, he was interrupted by the strong man: "I don't tattoo students."

Yan Qi smacked his lips, raised his eyebrows and smiled to comfort himself.

"What do you want to engrave?" Yin Chen asked.

"I think the pinyin of my brother's name must be very beautiful when written in this English cursive." Yan Qi said, he couldn't move after he finished speaking. Those who are discouraged, especially the more they look at this English font, the more beautiful they feel, and their hearts suddenly start to itch.

"Not engraved for extra money?" Yan Qi asked.

The strong man shook his head.

Unexpectedly, the big brother with tattooed arms is actually a good young man who protects the flowers of the motherland?Yan Qi was a little emotional.

Yin Chen stood halfway outside the shop, staring at the opposite Sensation for a long time, and suddenly said to the strong man, "I'll play a drum for you. If you're satisfied with what you hear, I'll give my friend a tattoo, okay?"

The strong man still shook his head.

"I said, if you are satisfied." Yin Chen repeated.

The strong man hesitated for a moment, glanced at Yan Qi, and after looking him up and down: "School uniforms don't match drum sets."

Yan Qi raised the corner of his mouth, bit the zipper of the school uniform jacket with his mouth and pulled it down, revealing a pair of golden wings on the back, and lifted the school uniform jacket, Yin Chen took it knowingly, and Yan Qi, who was dressed in black, raised his head She lowered her eyebrows: "I'm going to show you a section, do you want to make a deal?"

The strong man stroked his beard with a half-smile.

Sensation's business hours are from [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] a.m. the next day. It's exactly [-]:[-] a.m., and it's not very popular yet.Although Yan Qi was new to a place like a bar, he was quite courageous, and walked straight towards the most conspicuous stage with an appearance that he could not offend anyone.

"Hey hey." A voice stopped him: "Is it yours?"

"People in society are not allowed to swear at others," said the strong man.

Yin Chen was taken aback.

The man glanced at the strong man, obviously an acquaintance, he jumped over him without even saying hello and looked at Yan Qi: "How old are you? Show me your ID card."

"Lend me your drum set." Yan Qi glanced at him.

"If you want to borrow it, borrow it?" The man said impatiently: "Mr. Qin arranged it for our band. Except for the band, it can only be provided to those who apply for it."

"Then I'm here to apply for the job." Yan Qi said.

"Are you here to apply? You have to show your ID card when you apply. We have to be registered..." Before the man finished speaking, a person with a temperament that was obviously contrary to the talking brother walked up behind him, and he could tell it was "" Big Brother" level characters.

This man came towards Yan Qi and the others from behind the bar with black thin gloves. Yan Qi noticed that this man's eyebrows and eyes were a little sharp, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in the corners of his eyes, but his manners were gentle and elegant, and he was well-dressed. Looks very out of place for this bar.

As if using elegant clothes to cover up his fierce nature, Yan Qi moved towards Yin Chen calmly.

"I can lend it to you if you apply for a job." The voice of "Big Brother" was very soft. When he walked near the stage, the bright lights hit his short gray hair. The advantage of his height made him look quite capable.

"Brother Jie." The younger brother slightly bowed his head towards him.

Yan Qi looked at this man named "Jie Ge", and after a while, he just smiled.

"It's okay if you don't apply." Brother Jie laughed back: "Mr. Qin likes to listen to all kinds of musical instruments, as long as you play well and don't make him feel that lending you is a waste of resources."

Yan Qi withdrew his gaze, looked around, and pulled Yin Chen to the bar where he could see the most clearly on the stage, "You wait for me here for a while, sit here honestly, don't drink anyone who gives you a drink. "

"Yeah." Yin Chen put on a mask and nodded expressionlessly.

It was only when Yan Qi stepped onto the stage that he saw clearly the model of the drum set, which was exactly the same as his own, and suddenly he was a little friendly and full of confidence. He probably could play this drum so well that the "Mr. Qin" would be very satisfied.

Yan Qi sat on the side of the drum set, instead of using the drumsticks in the leather bag, he picked up his drumsticks with his right hand and brought them to his mouth, kissed them, and took a deep breath.

When the first cymbal hits, he feels good.

Yin Chen sat at the bar and laughed.

The strong man kept tapping his feet to the beat of the drum, and his fingers also tapped the beat from time to time.

In the middle of beating the drum, Yan Qi raised his hand and turned the drum stick from his little finger to his thumb, making a cool movement and then speeding up the rhythm.

A lot of people gathered at the gate of Sensation, and several regulars had already chosen seats close to the stage to sit down, looking at the boy in black on the stage with great interest, their eyes were burning like they wanted to knock Yan Qi off.

Two or three minutes later, there was another cymbal sound, and the bar was quiet for a second or two, and then there was a burst of shouting.

Yan Qi flicked his bangs on his forehead, and raised his eyebrows at Yin Chen.

Yin Chen applauded him.

What others shouted and said, Yan Qi automatically blocked everything. He stepped down from the stage and came to the strong man and took a look at him. The strong man nodded in satisfaction.

"It was a good fight." Brother Jie walked to Yan Qi's side and said softly. He paused for a while and found that Yan Qi didn't respond, so he took out his business card from his jacket pocket: "Are you students from No. [-] Middle School? You don't count as far from us If you are interested in finding a part-time job, you can contact me."

Yan Qi turned to look at him, then looked down at the business card, frowning.

"It won't delay your studies, and it won't take up much time." Jie Ge said: "Play two or three songs with the band, or do a solo session by yourself, up to 10 minutes."

Yin Chen stood up and was about to go out, Yan Qi held him back, raised his eyes and asked Brother Jie, "How much is it?"

"Five hundred." Jie Ge said.

"I don't have a bank card." Yan Qi said.

"We can give cash." Jie Ge said.

The face of the younger brother who welcomed them in just now was obviously extremely surprised. Yan Qi glanced over and knew that this did not conform to the regulations of their bar: "Special care?"

"Students must be taken special care of." Jie Ge's voice became very gentle again.

Yan Qi didn't ask any more questions, took the business card and put it in his pocket, and thanked him.

When he walked into the handmade shop again, the strong man was a little bit shocked: "You just played really well."

"It's enough to fool you amateurs. Professionals can tell that your level is too average." Yan Qi took off his feather jacket and folded it on top of his school uniform jacket. Lie down on the bed with your upper body.

"Although you are thin, you are tight everywhere, full of lean flesh." The strong man looked at him with glasses, and motioned Yin Chen to cover Yan Qi's feet with the blanket to avoid catching cold: "Inscribed in the Where? What to engrave?"

"A little below the right collarbone, zhouluo." Yan Qi said.

"It's not difficult. The skin in this position is easier to carve and looks good, but if you wear short sleeves in summer, it may be exposed." The strong man said.

"It doesn't matter." Yan Qi smiled.

"Is this a person's name? Whose name?" The strong man chatted with him without looking outside.

"My brother." After Yan Qi finished speaking, Yin Chen narrowed his eyes at him.

"No one engraves brother's name on their body." The brawny man had already started, and then "haha" laughed at himself twice: "Look at my brain, are you taking anesthesia?"

"No need." Yan Qi waved his hand and said, "I'm more tolerant of pain."

Yin Chen shuddered.

"One look at this little brother, the skin is thin and the meat is tender." The strong man lowered his head and said, "You have to stomp your feet even if you pinch it?"

Yin Chen kept nodding as fast as he could.

"Then you didn't cry when you got your ears pierced?" the strong man said again.

Yin Chen sighed: "No, it's painless, although I think they don't have a good understanding of the word 'painless'."

The strong man laughed, fearing that his hands would shake, he quickly closed his mouth: "Just one ear piercing and one earring? Whose ear is the other on?"

Yin Chen smiled: "My teacher."

"No one wears a pair of earrings with the teacher." After the strong man finished speaking, he paused: "I feel like I know a little too much."

"Yes." Yan Qi said with a smile, "I can't keep you."

Yin Chen bent the corner of his eyes: "Shut up."

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