"No, we are not talking about one person," Luo Xingchuan said to the young man with arms, shaking his head.
The youth of the flower arm flashed with inspiration,
"Oh oh oh, I see, is the'Ye Tang' you said about the rich lady who reported on the Internet?" He remembered the hot content pushed by the news app recently.
Luo Xingchuan said "Yes".
Ye Tang is not a celebrity, not an internet celebrity. The news of her sailing death did not even make it into the hot search list on the Internet, but the huge legacy behind her is particularly interesting. News headlines often contain "hundreds of billions of property" and "huge inheritance." Such eye-catching words.
Many netizens left a message saying, "So much money, it's a pity that she donated to charity hastily and easily, so I might as well give it to me! This way I don't have to fight for the rest of my life."
The Huanyou youth also left similar remarks online, of course, just to join in the fun.
He thought, this young man looked like a rich man's young master, and he probably knew the rich girl who died.
Tattooing the names of relatives and friends who passed away on his body, memorializing the memory, nothing wrong, but the young man with arms always felt something was wrong. He carefully looked at the line of Latin letters under the word "Yetang", "agonie."
"I haven't seen this English word before, what does it mean?'Loved you'?" Huabo Youth graduated from high school, and his English grades were messed up. However, after he was engaged in the tattoo industry, he applied for an English training class specifically to supplement his English. No way, many customers like to tattoo English. If he doesn't understand English, how can he communicate with each other
"It's not English," Luo Xingchuan said. "It's French."
The young man took out his cell phone, turned on the translator, and typed in the word, and the interpretation came out: "the end, the pain, the end."
So mournful! So dark! So terrible!
At a young age, can you curse yourself like that
The flower-armed youth felt that it would be better to get a skull tattoo or be nailed to the cross by a Jesus. But the pronunciation, it is indeed "loved you" eh... Does this underage have anything to the rich girl...
He has no right to be beaked by the customer's choice. He asked Luo Xingchuan, "Black words?"
"Well, black."
"Where is the tattoo?"
Luo Xingchuan raised his finger and pointed to his chest.
abuse! abuse!
The young man with Flower Arms opened his eyes, and the "good baby" on the surface looked like this. Ye Tang seems to be almost 30 years old. He tattooed the name of a woman so much older than himself on his chest... Love
The content of YY sister and brother love began in the young man's mind, "How big do you want Chinese characters and letters?"
Luo Xingchuan made another gesture, "Probably this size."
"OK, 2 Chinese characters, 1 word of 200 yuan, 6 letters, 1 word of 100 yuan, a total of 1,000 yuan."
Luo Xingchuan nodded,
The transaction is concluded.
The young man with flowers started to adjust the dye, "You take off your shirt completely, so that when you get the tattoo, the dye will get on your school uniform. The white fabric can't be washed off."
When he got the dye and turned around, Luo Xingchuan had already recovered his upper body, and his eyes were immediately shocked. He started getting tattoos on himself at the age of sixteen or seventeen. At that time, his family was poor and didn't have much money. He could only find that kind of underground tattoo shop. Later, he didn't go to high school and couldn't find a job.
This year is his tenth year as a tattoo artist. His craftsmanship is really good. He can draw patterns and write. He considers himself an "artist" and has a certain appreciation for beauty.
This teenager's body is undoubtedly beautiful, he is still small, he already has obvious muscle texture, no fat is visible, the proportion is excellent, and the balance is just right. His snow-white skin has no trace of blemishes, as if it is emitting a bright white light. Such a clean child has not been contaminated by the filth of the world. The flower arm youth was a little unbearable, "Are you sure you want a tattoo?"
"Well, the tattoo is here," Luo Xingchuan pointed to a more accurate position, which was the position of his heart.
The tattoo needle pierced the skin, and a drop of blood overflowed, and the young man said, "It hurts a bit."
Luo Xingchuan didn't move his brows and said lightly, "It's okay."
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Ye Tang, Zhao Zhenfang, and Cen Yannan returned to Fuxing Alley. They saw Cen Jin looking around at the entrance of the alley and seeing her son, she trot over in slippers.
At four o'clock in the morning, the last table of Ma friends left, and Cen Jin only discovered the schoolbag that Cen Yannan had thrown at the door. She felt very nervous and realized that her son had not returned all night. Although Cen Yannan did evil outside, he never stayed home at night. In the past, no matter how the waves were outside, he would always come back.
I called my son's cell phone, but he didn't answer it—the cell phone turned off automatically when the power was out. Cen Jin was so anxious that he waited from four o'clock until now, finally waiting for the child.
Seeing his appearance intact, she breathed a sigh of relief. As for the injury on his face, she ignored it. As long as the child had no missing arms or legs, she would be grateful.
"How are you together?"
"I met on the road," Cen Yannan was so sleepy, one yawned one after another, "Don't ask, anyway, I'm fine, I'm fine, I just wandered outside for a while, I'm going back to sleep, and I'm so sleepy. ."
Cen Jin was also very distressed, "Then you go upstairs and sleep for a while."
The brain circuits of the mother and the child are very different from those of the normal mother and child. At this time, the 17-year-old child should be sitting in the classroom. However, the two of them never thought about asking for leave from the teacher. Cen Jin rarely called the teacher. She was actually very She knows that her son is like this, so don't bother the teacher. She is afraid that the teacher will annoy them.
Zhao Zhenfang and Ye Tang were about to go home. Cen Jin stopped Ye Tang and took out four and a half stacks of banknotes from his pockets. "This is the money you won yesterday. I took it out for you."
San'er and Sister-in-law Liu are both branded people. Yesterday afternoon, they transferred the money owed to Ye Tang to Cen Jin's Alipay. Cen Jin immediately transferred to the bank card again. Before she got off work, she hurried to the bank. More than 40,000 yuan was not a small amount, and the ATM machine could not be operated, so there was a white bank special seal on the 4 wads of money. .