In many cases, Chi Yu has always held the attitude of getting by, but when it comes to tattoos, he has fully demonstrated the nitpicky and difficult characteristics of the wealthy second generation.
It's not that the level of the tattoo artist is not high enough, or that the decoration of the tattoo shop cannot be on the table. Although Tevez looks big and three thick, but his temperament is very good. He goes to school to pick up Chi Yu after work. He has visited most of the tattoo parlors in Chicago in the past few months. The last time, Chi Yu got into the car at the back door of the school, but it was not Tevez who was in the driver's seat.
Li Che turned his head, his eyes stopped on his face for a while, and he tapped the steering wheel twice with his fingers, and said, "He has something to do today."
Chi Yu didn't plan to talk to Li Che, because Li Che's personality was as bad as his.
The temperature of the air conditioner in the car was turned very low, and the leather smell on the seats seemed to be heavier. Chi Yu opened the window a little, and the hot and humid wind suddenly got in. Li Che, who was closing his eyes and waiting for the red light, suddenly opened his eyes, tilted his head, and said coldly, "Close the window."
"I'm cold." Chi Yu frowned and pulled his collar impatiently.
Li Che glanced at him in the rearview mirror, raised his hand casually and pressed the master window on the side of the car, until the right rear window was tightly closed, and then said lightly, "I'm hot."
The waiting time for this red light is very long. At most three cars can pass in the few seconds of each green light. Ten minutes later, their cars are still stuck in the back. The car stopped and moved, Chi Yu felt sick, he rolled over and curled up beside the door.
"Tevez thinks it's very romantic for him to put my name on him." Li Che's voice was very soft, more like his own murmur than talking to Chi Yu. The sound of the car's engine almost overshadowed the man's voice, and Chi Yu heard Li Che say, "But I don't think so."
I'm not happy, Chi Yu heard Li Che say that.
After passing through the intersection of Sixth Avenue, the speed of the car was much faster, and after a while, the bumping of the car stopped. Chi Yu sat in the back seat with his eyes closed, and Li Che didn't say anything. After a while, Chi Yu heard the sound of starting the car. The tattoo parlor Tevez found was in a remote location, and when they returned home, it was dark.
"How is that store?" Tevez opened the door with a smile, and when he saw Chi Yu's dark face, he looked at Li Che, who was standing at the door with an expressionless face.
Li Che bent down to change his shoes and said, "He doesn't get tattoos anymore."
"Why?" Tevez couldn't hide his doubts in his tone, "He was still looking at the drawings yesterday." Li Che was only concerned about changing his shoes, but Tevez felt that he couldn't find the reason here, so he turned and went upstairs. Ask clearly. When his wrist got cold, Tevez stopped, and the fingertips clasping his wrist slowly slid down, finally interlocking with his ten fingers.
Li Che took Tevez's hand and walked into the bedroom. He walked quickly and said as he walked, "You haven't paid attention to me for a long time."
The matter of tattooing has not been completely shelved. Several times when Chi Yu spoke with Fu Zhiyu, he tried to ask him about his attitude towards tattoos. But Fu Zhiyan always seemed to be very tired, and sometimes the speech time was longer, and he even fell asleep in the middle. Fu Zhi'an has always been good at studying, but Chi Yu feels that he seems to be working harder recently. In order to reduce Fu Zhi'an's pressure, he proposed to reduce the number of speeches.
"No." Fu Zhiyan's voice was hoarse. He raised his head and glanced at the camera, and paused for a moment with the tip of the pen hanging on the scroll surface, "I don't agree." Chi Yu looked at the pale face of the boy on the screen, Right now, Wu Qing looked as if he had been punched, and even his brows were full of tiredness. Chi Yu lowered his eyes and let out a sigh, shaking his head and imitating the appearance of Fu Zhian just now, lowered his voice and learned: I don't agree.
The boy on the other end of the phone didn't respond, and still wrote the paper with his head down, but the corners of his pursed lips raised involuntarily.
This rhythm of getting along continued until the first few days of the college entrance examination. Chi Yu was talking to Fu Zhian, looking at the boy's increasingly thin chin on the screen, Chi Yu stretched out his arm and tapped the screen twice with his knuckles, Fu Zhian raised his head when he heard the sound, his eyes turned red. The two didn't say a word to the camera, Chi Yu pursed his lips, looked at Fu Zhi'an's slightly sunken cheeks, and said, "You've lost weight."
Fu Zhiyu gave a low hum, and while writing a series of formulas on the paper, he said slowly: "Because it's longer."
"When we meet again, you should look up at me."
Chi Yu glared at Fu Zhiyan who was writing the papers with his head down on the screen, and it happened that he also put down his pen and looked at the camera, and their eyes collided. The end of Chi Yu's eyes slowly drooped down, and the long straight eyelashes almost touched the lower eyelid, Chi Yu wanted to laugh inexplicably. Fu Zhi'an tilted his head slightly, and burst out laughing, his fingertips hanging in the air.
After only laughing twice, the two returned to silence.
When we meet again, I don't know when.
Because Chi Yu hates waiting and guessing, and the pocket money Chi Yuedi gave him can't be spent, the day before the college entrance examination, Chi Yu decided to reluctantly return to a country, and take a look at Fu Zhian again. The class at Chicago High School ended early, and the day after the essay was handed in, Chi Yu began to pack up, spread out his suitcase, and rattled the room.
"When will you be back?" Li Che came to the door of his room at an unknown time. He stood up straight with his hands in his pockets.
"Thursday." Chi Yu tried to stuff a set of European cutlery into his suitcase. After several attempts to no avail, he held back the fire and replied, "I have a presentation on Friday, and I want to be back."
Li Che took out his mobile phone and tapped on the screen a few times. He raised his head again, and said, "I have a meeting on Friday."
The implication is that when you come back to the airport, no one will pick you up. Chi Yu's box is almost finished. He stood up straight, raised the corner of his lips at Li Che, and said, "I thought you were Twee. As for Sri Lanka's nanny, she stays at home to cook every day."
Li Che shrugged nonchalantly, took a reusable bag from the door handle and threw it to him. Chi Yu tried it, and it was just enough to hold the set of European tableware. He raised his head to thank him, but the man standing at the door was gone.
The time when Chi Yu returned to China happened to be the second day of Fu Zhian's college entrance examination. He thought about it for a long time, but still did not tell Fu Zhian the news of returning to China. Because of the hurry, the 12- to 3-hour trip ended up being nearly six hours at the transit airport. Chi Yu was curled up on the chair, holding a huge cutlery set in his arms. The corner of the box pokes his jaw a little, but he didn't let go.
Long-distance planes are like monsters that can drain people's yang energy. When picking up checked luggage, Chi Yu only felt that his steps were floating.
Chi Yu inquired about Fu Zhi'an's examination room in advance, and when he came out of the airport, looking at the long queue waiting for a taxi at the door, Chi Yu tugged his collar impatiently. The man wearing the gold chain jumped out of nowhere, and said in non-standard Mandarin, "Handsome guy, take my car, you don't have to wait."
Chi Yu didn't really want to ride the Santana that didn't look very clean, but he only hesitated for a second and got in the car. Just as he had imagined, the seat cushion was so black that it was impossible to see its original color, and the air was filled with the smell of inferior tobacco.
Halfway through, Chi Yu saw his own reflection on the car window with the sun film. The broken hair on the top of his head was curled up in a pinch, and his eyes were dull, showing exhaustion after running around. He happily opened his backpack, took out a black cap and put it on, proud of his foresight.
During the college entrance examination, there were a lot fewer cars on the road, and it didn't take much time to get to the examination room where Fu Zhian was. Chi Yu generously took out two hundred dollars from his pocket and threw it in the front seat. The driver also smiled and hurriedly got out of the car and went to the trunk to get his luggage. Chi Yu dragged his suitcase and stood under the sun, sweat flowing down his side neck and into his collar, his clothes were soaked and almost stuck to his body, but Chi Yu still felt in a good mood.
The poisonous sunlight made Chi Yu almost unable to open his eyes, and people walked out of the school gate one after another. Chi Yu couldn't help looking in on tiptoe. Following the flow of people, Chi Yu saw Fu Zhian wearing a white t-shirt at a glance. He had grown taller and was very conspicuous among the crowd. He watched Fu Zhiyan get closer and closer to him, and the steps that had been moving forward at a constant speed were suddenly interrupted.
The girl in the black dress patted him on the shoulder and Fu Zhiyu turned sideways. I don't know what she said, the corners of her lips curled into a smile.
It seemed that someone had lit the thin fuse in Chi Yu's head, and with a bang, not even the slag was left.
He clenched the reusable bag in his hand, raised his left hand, took off the hat on top of his head, and threw it towards Fu Zhiyan with the strength of a discus.
"Fu Zhiyu, my mother!"
Chi Yu heard himself say this, and then he saw Fu Zhi'an's pale face, which turned from indifferent to astonishment, and then strode towards him without looking sideways.
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