Xiao Ke took the winter vacation completely, and even made a special post to show off his status. When other classmates and friends fell into the overtime frenzy at the end of the year, he arrogantly took the winter vacation. College roommates commented and asked him: Still human
Xiao Ke replied with a cheering expression, then put down the phone and asked Dr. Xu, "Isn't the old Xiao massaged back yet?"
"He's been strolling back recently, walking slowly." Dr. Xu was reading a book with glasses on, so he didn't have time to talk to him.
Xiao Ke looked at his watch, got up and said, "I'll pick him up, what are you strolling around in the cold weather?"
Xiao Ke made an appointment with his dad for a long-term massage before, to do shoulder and neck care, and he would go there every few days. Xiao Ke met his father on the way and brought it back.
"I said I'll go, you see what you did to bring me back." Old Xiao still complained a little after he came back.
"It's more than 20 degrees below zero, do you think who is walking outside?" Xiao Ke took a sip of the tea his dad made, but he didn't understand it, so he took a sip and put it aside.
"What about me?" Dad glared at him and started drinking tea, "I just want to walk, I think you are free."
After a lot of winter vacation, except for Zhou Sin’s place, the time base is all on the parents’ side. The old couple just started fresh for a few days, and when the freshness wore off, they kicked Xiao Ke out, thinking that he was too noisy at home, The two of them were used to being quiet every day, and Xiao Ke felt that the room was noisy all the time.
Xiao Ke smiled and said, "I'm calm enough, okay? I didn't let you talk too much. I know a new little brother. I'll bring it back to you another day. You should think that I'm autistic."
"Really? Then bring it back and take a look." Doctor Xu looked up at him from the book, and then said again, "Are you talking about the new love you mentioned last time?"
Xiao Ke was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Where did you say that."
"No?" Doctor Xu gave him another look, then lowered his head and continued reading, "How old is the new love?"
Xiao Ke wanted to laugh a little bit, but she answered her question quite seriously: "It's just thirty-six."
"That's not too small," Mom said, turning the pages of the book. "A little older than Xiao Lin?"
"Yeah." Xiao Ke nodded, then took out his phone and sent a message to Zhou Sin.
—Boss Zhou, my mother asked me the age of my new love.
When I mentioned Lu Xiaobei's mother just now, she may have misunderstood, thinking that he found a younger one this time, so now that she talks about her age, Ms. Xu seems quite satisfied. She has always felt that older people are reliable and rational, and that doing things is not entirely based on impulse.
"What are you doing?" Mom asked.
Xiao Ke smiled: "I haven't done it yet, Ms. Xu. People haven't promised to get along with me. Don't worry about checking the account when you agree."
"I didn't like you?" Doctor Xu was still a little surprised, "Has Xiao Shuai hit a wall?"
Xiao Ke's phone vibrated, it was a WeChat message. Xiao Ke opened his eyes and saw that it was Zhou Sin who replied to him, and Xiao Ke smiled when he saw it.
-Thirty-six.
Xiao Ke hurriedly took the tea just now and took another sip. The bitter taste of the tea leaves could no longer be tasted, and the rest was sweet. Xiao Ke stopped chatting with his mother, and sent a message to Zhou Sin: Are you my new love
I can't think about it, the more I think about it, the more I can't help but laugh. Xiao Ke got up and took his coat and was about to leave. Old Xiao asked him, "What are you doing? Don't you eat at home?"
"Don't eat," Xiao Ke put on his shoes and waved his hand, "I'm looking for a new lover."
The new love is too cute, and I can't get enough of Xiao Ke every day. Zhou Sin hadn't given a precise word until now, and the two of them have maintained a somewhat ambiguous relationship. Even Lu Xiaobei couldn't stand it, saying that they were too gentle. It doesn't matter to Xiao Ke, this period is the most interesting in the love process, and it's okay to be longer.
The most important thing is that he can see Zhou Sin's changes every day, this person is really changing. Although he didn't say much, Xiao Ke could see it. Zhou Sin's attitude changed a lot almost since the two of them didn't know whether they were kissing or not on his birthday.
This made Xiao Ke feel very at ease. No rush, really no rush. Zhou Sin's steady and unpretentious attitude made Xiao Ke like it even more, and felt that this person was very secure.
He got into the car and was about to start a fire before he received Zhou Sin's reply, watching Xiao Ke squinted and smiled for a long time.
- am I not
Xiao Ke quickly replied: You are.
After thinking about it, I followed another: you are not who you are, wait for me.
Mr. Xiao turned 30 and ushered in a splendid spring in his life. His soul was washed lightly by love, and he felt that life was very interesting.
— On the other side, Zhou Sin looked down at the phone with a smile in his eyes. Lu Xiaobei is used to this state of his, he has nothing to say about his strength, but his charm value is max.
"What's the matter, can you play with your phone later?" The man sitting across from the sofa stared at Zhou Sin with a frown, and said impatiently, "Can you do this picture of me?"
Zhou Sin glanced at him, closed the smile in his eyes, and put down the phone. He glanced at the picture the man brought, and smiled lightly: "I never do other people's pictures."
"Just can't?" The man flicked on the drawing he took, "You charge normally, I don't need you to reduce the design fee?"
Zhou Sin shook his head, too lazy to say anything.
Lu Xiaobei was not as calm as Zhou Sin. He pointed to the picture and asked, "Where did you get this picture?"
"I asked someone to design it." The person looked at his picture and felt quite satisfied, "I spent a small 10,000 for this picture."
Lu Xiaobei asked him again, "Then why don't you just tattoo the design for you?"
"I think he's expensive." The man answered very directly, "they work too slowly, work long hours, and the hourly price is high, and they are tens of thousands of dollars worse. I think your style is similar to theirs, you The imitation is quite similar, and it is the same wherever there is a picture."
There are all kinds of people who come here to get tattoos, most of them are second-year teenagers, Zhou Sin is very calm about everything, and shakes his head with a faint smile.
But he could hear those words, but Lu Xiaobei couldn't. He got up and exploded almost immediately, saying, "No problem, the style is the same, but you're the other way around."
"It's alright, I just speak straight, don't mind." The man sat there and asked Lu Xiaobei with a smile, "Would you like to do it for me? I think your craftsmanship is pretty good."
"If you give me 100,000 hours, I won't do it." Lu Xiaobei sneered and pointed at his picture, "Just take this picture, my eldest brother played enough things 800 years ago. My eldest brother is the first. Whoever imitates who, let’s rub it, don’t come out and show your IQ.”
"You mean they imitated you?" The man also smiled, looking at Lu Xiaobei with sympathy on his face, "Do you know who I'm talking about, buddy? This is a drawing designed by Mr. Feng Lei, you guys They are all doing this, can't they not know Fenglei? You say he imitates?"
"Fenglei?" Lu Xiaobei snorted, and what else could he say, Zhou Sin called him, "Xiaobei."
Lu Xiaobei then stopped, glanced at the man again, then turned his head and left.
Zhou Sin said: "I'm sorry, I don't do other people's pictures. In addition, my price is not low, much lower than mine. Let's try again."
Zhou Sin said that he didn't look up again, and clicked into Xiao Ke's circle of friends to see his daily life. Mr. Xiao is a very humorous person and has a lot of life. He likes to post this stuff. Zhou Sin can also see Fang Xi and Lao Cao commenting on him below. Xiao Ke also replied. They chatted and looked at it very interesting.
"You're crazy, buddy," said the man opposite.
"Well," Zhou Sin said without looking up, "It's okay."
No one noticed when this person left. Lu Xiaobei was angry and went upstairs to paint, and Zhou Sin was focused on watching Teacher Xiao's circle of friends and didn't want to look up.
He said that Feng Lei has a very high status in the tattoo circle and ranks first in Beijing. Tattoo artists all over the country went to Beijing to learn from him, and there were eighty or eighty apprentices, and they were very cool. The four-story store has group photos and awards hanging on the walls. Last year, it won the championship of the European and American tattoo competition.
In Lu Xiaobei's place, no one can say his eldest brother, to say Zhou Sin is to scold him. Because of this, Lu Xiaobei was angry for a while, and he was still sullen when Xiao Ke came.
When Xiao Ke came in, he touched the top of his bare head: "What's the matter?"
Lu Xiaobei glanced at him and said, "I'll calm down for a while, don't worry about my brother Xiao."
"Okay," Xiao Ke smiled, "what about your elder brother?"
Lu Xiaobei pointed upstairs.
When Xiao carved up, Zhou Sin was painting in the studio, and he just couldn't see anything from the angle of the door. Xiao Ke leaned against the door and knocked gently on the door, calling out, "Mr. Zhou."
Zhou Sin looked back at him, saw Xiao Ke, and raised his arm to say hello.
"What are you painting?" Xiao Ke tilted his body to take a look, and remembered the two messages Zhou Sin had just replied to him, so he laughed and called out, "... New love."
Zhou Sin was laughed at by these two words, took a piece of drawing paper from the side to cover his painting, got up and walked over. When he walked to Xiao Ke, he asked, "Am I?"
After saying that, he went straight out. Xiao Ke looked at his back and replied without hesitation: "You are, absolutely. I like to die."
His tone is actually not that serious, it's half-joking and half-serious, as he often does, likes to tease Zhou Sin and watch his calm appearance be broken.
Zhou Sinzhu looked back at him, and Xiao Ke blinked at him.