Tattoo

Chapter 11

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After returning home, Fang Xi added Xiao Ke's WeChat account and told him directly if something happened. Fang Xi is a bit familiar with her, and there is no pressure to get along with such a person, and they don't give people a chance to slow down.

He sent WeChat to Xiao Ke: Xiao Dabao, can you drive

Xiao Dabao called Xiao Ke directly, and he and Fang Qiqiu had known each other for almost 20 years and had never called him that. Xiao Ke was a little dumbfounded, and replied: Yes.

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

Xiao Ke replied: Well, yes.

He knew that Fang Xi was deliberately giving them time to be alone, and he remembered this favor in his heart. Fang Xi looked like a fine man. He had been in business for many years and was very oily. But oil is not a bad thing, it does not mean that this person is a bad person. Xiao Ke can see that Fang Xi intends to save with him and Zhou Xun. This feeling Xiao Ke likes very much. Having an intersection with Zhou Xun's friends is also a step closer to his life.

On Thursday night, Xiao Ke simply packed up some things, brought some change of clothes, and brought a padded coat. It's impossible for a bunch of men to go out with a box, just one bag can fit it, so the padded clothes Xiao Ke took are not too thick. It's still too early to pack up. Although he has to leave early tomorrow morning, Xiao Ke can't fall asleep yet.

So he called Zhou Sin to a private number.

The phone rang for a long time before someone answered, and Zhou Sin's deep voice rang from there: "Hello?"

Xiao Ke felt very happy when he heard his voice, he really hadn't been so moved for a long time. Even he himself thought it was amusing, but he was inexplicably interested in chasing people, and chasing him was quite exciting. So when he spoke, there was a smile in his voice and he said hello: "Good evening, Teacher Zhou."

"You're a real teacher, don't call it that." Zhou Sin's tone sounded relaxed, probably already resting. As soon as the voice was transmitted through the phone, it was slightly different from usual, and it sounded really provocative in the quiet night.

Xiao Ke said, "Okay."

This is the first time he has played the number Zhou Sin. It has been in existence for a long time, but he has never played it.

Zhou Sin asked him, "Is something wrong?"

"Well, I want to ask," Xiao Ke leaned on the bed and tapped his knees lightly with his fingers, "Am I going to the store tomorrow morning to find you? Or where?"

"Fang Xi didn't make a decision with you?" Zhou Sin paused before saying, "I thought he had negotiated with you. Then give me an address and I'll pick you up."

Xiao Ke said, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Ke sent him a location, which was not polite at all.

Zhou Sin received the location and looked at it, it was not very far from his side. He frowned and sent a message to Fang Xi, saying that he was unreliable. Fang Xi was still in the group saying that he was going to pick up Xiao Ke in the afternoon, but Zhou Sin saw it but ignored him. Because Fang Xi's mouth was out of tune, and he sipped an old Zhou's object, he didn't want to return.

Fang Xi responded quickly to the news, and immediately said: I think you didn't reply, I thought you didn't.

Zhou Sin said: If people don't ask me, you will be thrown there tomorrow morning

Fang Xi first sent a "haha", and then said: How is it possible, I plan to send him a message at ten o'clock, don't you think it's useless for me.

Fang Xi then sent it over: I miss Mr. Xiao, right

Fang Xi: Old cucumber.

Fang Xi: Pretentious.

Zhou Sin replied to him: Go away.

Zhou Sin: Don't be fooling around, it's a no-brainer.

Fang Xi didn't reply at first, but after a while, he sent a message: "Boss Zhou, if you don't find someone else, your sexual function will fucking decline. How many years have you been single?" Almost got it.

Zhou Sin didn't reply to his news. They always said that he was numb. Single for too many years, this way of life has been engraved in the bones, and there is no plan to change.

He only wore a pair of trousers in the shower, and now he is smoking by the window, and the temperature in the room is a little cold. Zhou Sin is very boring to talk about, whether it is his character or his living habits, he is like a rigid machine. His heart, or his soul, has long been corroded by this kind of life, and there is nothing but a shelf and no desires. In Fang Xi's words, he was simply not human.

He didn't even consider himself a human being.

Early the next morning, Zhou Sin went to pick up Xiao Ke according to his positioning. When he got downstairs, he called Xiao Ke, who answered quickly: "Good morning."

Zhou Sin said, "Go downstairs."

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

"It's okay." Zhou Sin said.

In fact, Xiao Ke had just woken up when he answered the phone. He didn't expect Zhou Sin to be able to get up so early. Xiao Ke packed up as quickly as possible, and went downstairs with his bag in his hand. When he went down, his hair was not even dry.

Zhou Sin lightly honked the horn, Xiao Ke put his things in the back seat, then opened the door and jumped into the co-pilot: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Zhou Sin smiled: "It's really okay, I'm here early."

Xiao Ke sighed and fastened his seat belt: "Where shall we find them?"

Zhou Sin said, "You haven't eaten, have you? Eat something first and wait for them at the high-speed mouth."

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

Zhou Sin smiled and said nothing.

Xiao Ke intuitively felt the economic gap between him and his idol, his idol's car is more expensive than his house. It's stressful for him to pursue someone who is too wealthy.

They found a restaurant to have some breakfast. It was too early for Xiao Ke to eat, so he simply ate a few bites. Zhou Sin should be the same, he didn't eat much.

Fang Xi and the others arrived earlier than the two of them, and they were already waiting at the expressway when they passed. Xiao Ke got out of the car. There were four other people besides Fang Xi. Fang Xi introduced him around.

"Lin Dong, who works in architecture. Cheng Ning, who owns a restaurant. These two are Lao Zhu and Lao Cao. Just like Zhou Sin, they are artists."

The one named Lao Zhu laughed and said, "Chicken feather 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 already knew that Xiao Ke was a teacher, and Fang Xi was almost speechless just now and said "Old Zhou's object".

"You're so young, I kind of think of when I was young." Lin Dong sighed, "But I wasn't so handsome when I was young."

"Don't sigh," said Lao Cao, who was wearing the least clothes, and shrugged his shoulders, "Let's talk when we get there, it's cold."

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

Xiao Ke nodded: "Okay."

After getting in the car, it was still Zhou Sinkai. He raised the temperature a little, glanced at Xiao Ke, and said, "Let's wear less."

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

Zhou Sin didn't speak any more, just raised the temperature by two degrees.

Xiao Ke liked the time alone with Zhou Sin, especially in the relatively small space in the carriage. The distance between him and Zhou Sin was very close, and Zhou Sin's profile could be clearly seen from one side of his head. Although Zhou Sin didn't talk much, because Xiao Ke's thoughts were all on the table, no matter what, the atmosphere would be a little vaguely ambiguous.

It's not uncomfortable to be so quiet, but I can't stay silent all the time. Xiao Ke took two bottles of water from the back seat, twisted one and handed it to Zhou Sin, who took it and took a sip.

Xiao Ke also drank water, cleared his throat, and asked Zhou Sin: "When did you start getting tattoos?"

"It's been a long time." Zhou Sin thought about it seriously, then shook his head, "I can't remember, it's been twenty years."

"So early?" Xiao Ke was really surprised, "There were no tattoos in China at that time, right?"

"Also." Zhou Sin was expressionless when he spoke, and chatted with him calmly, "It's young, do you still remember? It was there at that time. In fact, it was there before, that is, since then. More starts."

"Young and Dangerous, who can't remember," Xiao Ke smiled and threw the bottle in his hand, "But it's a Hong Kong movie, right? We have it here too?"

Zhou Sin nodded: "Yes."

Xiao Ke felt that he had found a good topic, and he rarely heard Zhou Sin say so much. He likes to listen to Zhou Sin talking about tattoos, just like listening to the tea master talking about tea and listening to the painter talking about painting. It is very charming when a person tells others what he is familiar with little by little.

"Are you in your teens at that time? How did you get in touch?" Xiao Ke looked at him and asked.

A car passed by next to him, Zhou Sin glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "I was just in high school at that time, and a Hong Konger came to rent my house and live in the backyard. When I came, I only brought a handbag with It's all those things."

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

Zhou Sin nodded and said: "Well, a very powerful person, he came here when he got into trouble in Hong Kong. Occasionally someone finds him tattoos, those who are black people. I sometimes sit by the side and watch, and he will teach me after a long time. At that time, people were very easy to fool. After a few days of learning, they dared to tattoo others. Anyway, no one would mind if they were crooked and ugly."

Zhou Sin was talking while driving, and there were two or three seconds between each sentence, as if he was recalling, picking out stories from his memory for people to listen to. His voice was quite low, so that when he spoke slowly, it sounded more flavorful, like a filter with an old-fashioned feeling.

"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 follow his pictures, it's okay to be ugly, he will repair it. I can write the manuscript and draw directly by myself, and my hand is stable.”

Xiao Ke smiled: "Then you went to school?"

"No." Zhou Sin shook his head, smiled and said, "It's not that easy."

"At that time, the pictures were similar, the blue dragon, the black snake, the blood-dropping wolf head, most of them were like this." Zhou Sin continued lightly, "It looks ugly now, but it was the most fashionable at that time. I can't say it. At that time, there was a problem with aesthetics, which was determined by the times and cultural background, as well as the identity of the black/society."

The pictures he mentioned were too graphic, Xiao Ke smiled and said frankly: "Actually, before I met you, my impression of tattoos was basically these."

"It's normal, you can't usually touch it." Zhou Sin smiled, "That era was very good, it was the era of tattoos."

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

Zhou Sin paused for a while, then said no, with a faint smile in his eyes: "I don't need to use myself to practice, a lot of people let me practice, most of them can't tell whether it's good or bad, a black pattern is on the body That's fine, it doesn't matter if the tattoo is damaged. Now it's called skin damage."

"The tattoo artists in the back don't have such a good environment. Tattoos are not the patent of rogues. The aesthetics are getting higher and higher, and people are getting more and more real, and there is not so much skin to destroy. You see the tattoos on their bodies, some It’s not that I really like talent tattoos, and I don’t have any works after entering the industry. People close to me, friends, including myself, always have to destroy the skin a few times to practice it.”

Xiao Ke really listened to it, Zhou Sin felt a sense of vicissitudes of life when he said this. He looked sideways at Zhou Sin, staring into his eyes. Zhou Sin kept looking ahead, occasionally looking in the rearview mirror.

Xiao Ke asked, "Xiao Bei said you went to university, what did you study?"

Zhou Sin said: "Chinese painting."

Tattoos and Chinese painting, these two sounds difficult to connect. Zhou Sin saw what he was thinking, and said, "Hong Kong people have always taught me to learn painting. I painted before college. I can't do tattoos if I don't know how to paint. Tattoos are just another form of painting."

Zhou Sin talked a lot that day, and Xiao Ke was deeply attracted by him. Zhou Sin said that after graduating, he went to many places, to Japan, to India, to Taiwan, and he stayed in the African-American community for a long time. Xiao Ke didn't say much after that, just kept listening to him.

I was very reluctant to interrupt him, I liked listening to it. Listen to his experience in the first half of his life, and listen to the "right year" of a knight in the arena.

Later, Zhou Sin asked him with a light smile, "What else do you want to hear from Teacher Xiao?"

Xiao Ke's emotions have been taken away by Zhou Sin, and his heart is very full. Looking at Zhou Sin, he didn't know where the impulse came from, and he really wanted to know him better and get closer to him.

Xiao Ke also smiled, rubbed the bottom of the water bottle with his fingers lightly, and asked, "Want to hear... Have you ever had a boyfriend, Daxia Zhou?"