MTL - Tattoo-Chapter 11

After returning, Fang Xi added Xiao Xiao WeChat and told him something directly. Fang Xi is a bit of a natural person. Such people get along without stress and do not give people a chance to slow down.

He sent a WeChat to Xiao Ke: Xiao Dabao, would he drive?

Xiao Dabao called Xiao Meng directly, and he and Fang Qiqiu have known each other for almost 20 years and have never called it like that. Xiao Ke could not laugh or cry, and returned to him: Yes.

Fang Xi said: That's right, then you and Lao Zhou have a car, you two drive, and the rest we drive a business.

Xiao Ke replied: Well, OK.

He knew that Fang Xi was deliberately giving them time to be alone, and he remembered it in his heart. At first glance, Fang Xi is a human being. He has been in the business for many years and is very oily. But oil is not a bad thing, does not mean that this person is a bad person. Xiao Ke can see that Fang Xi deliberately met with him and Zhou Gui. This feeling Xiao Ke liked very much. Having an intersection with Zhou Gui's friends, it can be regarded as a step closer to his life.

Xiao Ke simply packed up something on Thursday night, took some clothes to change, and brought a cotton suit. It's impossible for a bunch of men to go out and get a box, just a bag can fit, so Xiao Ke's cotton clothes are not too thick. It's too early to finish packing. Although Xiao has to leave tomorrow morning, Xiao Ke can't sleep yet.

He then called Zhou Zhou, calling his personal number.

The phone rang for a long time before someone answered it. Zhou Yin's low voice rang over there: "Hey?"

Xiao Ke felt very enjoyed when he heard his voice. He really hasn't been so moved for a long time. Even he thought it was funny, but somehow he was interested in chasing people, and it was quite exciting. So when he spoke, he smiled in his voice and said, "Good evening, Teacher Zhou."

"You a real teacher, just don't call it that way." Zhou Gui's tone sounded very relaxed, and it is probably rested. The sound was slightly different from usual when it was transmitted through the phone. It sounded really quiet at night.

Xiao Ke said, "OK."

This is the first time he has played the crime of the week. It has been a long time, but he has never played it.

Zhou Gui asked him, "Is there something wrong?"

"Well, I want to ask," Xiao Ke leaned on the bed, and tapped his knee lightly with his fingers. "Will I go to the store tomorrow morning to find you? Or where?"

"Fang Xi didn't finalize with you?" Zhou said after a pause, "I thought he had discussed it with you. Then you give me an address and I'll pick you up."

Xiao Ke said, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone Xiao Xiao sent him a position, and he was not polite.

Zhou Gui received the position over there, looked at it, not far from his side. He frowned and sent a message to Fang Xi, saying that he was unreliable. Fang Xi still said in the group in the afternoon that he was going to pick up Xiao Ke. Zhou Gui saw but ignored him. Because Fang Xi couldn't hold his mouth, he took a sip of an old Zhou's subject, making him not want to return.

Fang Xi's reply was quite quick, and she said immediately: I don't see you, I think you didn't.

Zhou Sin said: If people do n’t ask me, you will throw them there tomorrow morning?

Fang Xi first sent a "haha", and then said, "Maybe, I plan to send him a message at ten o'clock, don't you think it doesn't use me?"

Fang Xi then sent over: Isn't Mr. Xiao, who is pretty good, right?

Fang Xi: Old cucumber.

Fang Xi: fake seriousness.

Zhou sin replied to him: Get off.

Zhou Sin: Don't toss about things.

Fang Xi didn't return at the beginning. After a while, I sent a sentence: "Boss Zhou, no longer find someone. Your sexual function is going to decline. How long have you been single? Almost.

Zhou Zi didn't reply to his news. They always said that he was numb. Having been single for too many years, this lifestyle has been engraved in the bones and has no intention of changing.

After the shower, he was wearing only a pair of pants. He was standing by the window and smoking, and the temperature in the room was a bit cold. Zhou Zhou is very boring to say, whether it is his character or his habits, like a rigid machine. His heart, or his soul, has long been corroded by this life, leaving only a shelf and no desire. In Fang Xi's words, he is simply not human.

He did not consider himself a person.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhou Gui answered Xiao Ke according to his positioning. When he went downstairs, he called Xiao Ke, and Xiao Ke answered quickly: "Good morning."

Zhou Gui said, "It's downstairs to you."

"So early?" Xiao Ke was a little surprised, then said, "You have to wait for a few minutes, sorry."

"It's all right," Zhou said.

In fact, Xiao Ke just got up when he answered the phone. He didn't expect Zhou Zhou to be so early, he knew that he would get up early. Xiao Ke finished packing as fast as possible, and went downstairs with a bag. His hair was not even dry when he went down.

Zhou Gui lightly pressed the horn, Xiao Ke put things in the back seat, then opened the door and jumped into the co-driver: "I'm sorry.

Zhou Gui smiled: "It's all right, I'm early."

Xiao Ke exhaled and fastened his seat belt: "Where can we find them?"

Zhou Xie said, "You didn't eat anything? Eat something first, wait for them at high speed."

"Yes." Xiao Ke nodded, then looked at the interior of the car with a smile, and sighed, "Cool."

Zhou Gui smiled and didn't speak.

Xiao Ke intuitively felt the economic gap between him and his favorite bean. He loved a car more expensive than his house. The pursuit of the object is too rich, which makes him very stressful.

They went to a restaurant and ate some breakfast. Too early, Xiao Ke didn't eat much, so they ate a few bites. Zhou Zhou should be the same, he didn't eat much.

Fang Xi arrived earlier than the two of them, and in the past they were already waiting at the expressway. Xiao Ke got out of the car. There were four people besides Fang Xi, who introduced him in a circle.

"Lin Dong, who is engaged in architecture. Cheng Ning, who opened a restaurant. These two are Lao Zhu and Lao Cao. They are the same as Zhou Gui, artists."

The man named Lao Zhu laughed and said, "Chicken artist, I sell photos."

Xiao Ke smiled, Fang Xi patted him on the shoulder, and said to them, "This is Xiao Ke, Lao Zhou ... friend."

He had already said it in the group, and the group also knew that Xiao Ke was a teacher. Fang Xi had just said a word, "Lao Zhou's target".

"It's so young. I think I think about when I was young." Lin Dong sighed. "But when I was young I wasn't so handsome."

"Don't **** sigh blindly," said the old Cao, who wore the least, and narrowed his shoulders. "Let's talk to the ground again, cold."

"Okay, then you still have a car with Lao Zhou?" Fang Xi looked at Xiao Ke and said, "Call us if something happens."

Xiao Ke nodded, "Yes."

After getting in the car, Zhou continued to drive. He raised the temperature a bit, glanced at Xiao Ke, and said, "Less wearing."

Xiao Ke said "um", "It's a little bit, I didn't expect it to be so cold today."

Zhou Sin did not speak any more, but raised the temperature by two degrees again.

Xiao Ke liked the time spent alone with Zhou Sin, especially in a relatively small space in the carriage. The distance between him and Zhou Gui is very close, and he can clearly see Zhou Gui's face. Although Zhou Gui didn't talk much, because Xiao Ke's thoughts were all set on the table, no matter what, the atmosphere would be a little less ambiguous.

It's not uncomfortable to be so quiet, but he can't keep talking all the time. Xiao Ke took two bottles of water from the back seat, unscrewed one and handed it to Zhou Gui. Zhou Gui took a sip.

Xiao Ke also drank saliva, cleared his throat, and asked Zhou Sin: "When did you start tattooing?"

"It's been a long time." Zhou Gui thought for a while, then shook his head, "I can't remember, it's been 20 years."

"So early?" Xiao Ke was really surprised. "Isn't there a tattoo in China?"

"Yes," Zhou said, with no expression when talking, and chatted calmly with him, "Just a little, Do you remember the young and the confused? There was it then. Actually, there was before that, just from there It's started a lot. "

"Who can't remember, Gu Xiaozai," Xiao laughed, and tossed the bottle in his hand, "But is that a Hong Kong movie? We also have it here?"

Zhou Nodded his head: "Yes."

Xiao Ke felt that he had found a good topic. He rarely listened to Zhou Xi saying so much. He likes to listen to Zhou Gui's chat tattoos, just like to listen to tea from a tea master, and to paint from a painter. It is very attractive to tell someone something familiar to others one by one.

"You were in your teens then? How did you get in touch?" Xiao Ke looked at him and asked.

There was a car passing by, Zhou Zhou looked into the mirror and said, "I was just in high school at that time, and a Hong Konger came to rent my house and lived in the backyard. When I arrived, I only carried a hand bag and packed it in It's all those things. "

Xiao Ke asked him, "Is it a tattoo artist?"

Zhou Xin nodded and said, "Well, a very good person came here in trouble in Hong Kong. Occasionally someone asked him for a tattoo, those people who are black. I sometimes sit and look around, and he teaches me over time. At that time, people were very confused, and after a few days of study, they dared to tattoo others, and no one cared because they were ugly anyway. "

Zhou Gui drove and talked. The interval between each sentence was two or three seconds, as if he was reminiscing, picking stories from memory for people to hear. His voice was already low, so slowly speaking, it sounded more flavorful, like a layer of old-fashioned filters.

"Hong Kong people are not short of money. Let me use his pigments and machines to practice hands and poke pictures on people. Let me do it according to his pictures. It is okay to do ugly. He repairs it quickly. Later, I practiced You can draw the manuscript yourself and draw directly, and your hand is stable. "

Xiao smiled sharply: "Then you started teaching?"

"No." Zhou Gui shook his head and smiled. "How can it be so easy."

"At that time, the pictures were similar, blue dragon, black snake, and **** wolf head. Most of them were like this." Zhou Gui continued faintly. At that time, aesthetic problems were determined by the times and cultural background, as well as the identity of the underworld / society. "

The pictures he said are too visual, Xiao Xiao smiled suddenly, and frankly said: "In fact, before I met you, my impression of tattoos basically stayed on these."

"Normal, you usually can't reach it." Zhou Gui smiled. "That era is fine, it was the era of wasteland tattooing."

"Do you have a tattoo?" Xiao Ke suddenly asked.

Zhou Sin paused, then said no, with a faint smile in his eyes: "I don't need to train myself, a lot of people let me train, most of them can't see the good or bad, a black pattern on the body It's fine, it doesn't matter if the texture is broken. It's called "skinning" until now. "

"The tattooists behind don't have such a good environment. Tattoos are not the patent of hooligans, their aesthetics are getting higher and higher, and people are becoming more real. There are not so many skins that can be destroyed. You see that there are some tattoos on them. I do n’t really like Caiwen. I have n’t worked in the industry. People close to me, friends, including myself, always have to destroy the skin several times before I can practice. ”

Xiao Ke really listened to it. When Zhou Gui talked about it, he felt a sense of vicissitudes. He looked sideways at Zhou Gui and stared at his eyes. Zhou Gui kept looking at the front, occasionally looking at the rearview mirror.

Xiao Ke asked: "Xiaobei said you went to college. What did you study?"

Zhou Gui said: "Chinese painting."

Tattoos and Chinese paintings, it sounds difficult to connect. Zhou Gui saw what he was thinking, saying, "Hong Kong people have always taught me to paint, and I have been painting before college. Tattoos ca n’t be painted, and tattoos are also drawings, just another form."

On this day Zhou Zhou talked a lot, Xiao Xiao was deeply attracted to him. Zhou said after graduation he went to many places, to Japan, to India, to Taiwan, and spent a long time in the African American area. Xiao Ke didn't say much afterwards, but just kept listening to him.

I was very reluctant to interrupt him and liked to listen. Hear the experience of the first half of his life, and listen to the "just-in-year" of a river and lake knight.

Later, Zhou Gui smiled and asked him, "What else does Teacher Xiao want to hear?"

Xiao Qi's emotions have been brought by Zhou Gui, and his heart is full and uplifted. He looked at Zhou Gui and did not know where the impulse came from. He wanted to know him better and get closer to him.

Xiao Ke also laughed, rubbed his finger gently at the bottom of the water bottle, and asked, "Do you still want to hear ... Have you ever had a boyfriend, Master Zhou?"