Zheng Yong glanced over Ye Tang's bag and saw the UYX logo. He was surprised, "Hey, shouldn't girls buy clothes and cosmetics with money? How do you buy all electronic products? "
Ye Tang smiled, "Not all girls are the same. For me, clothes and cosmetics are not essentials. Mobile phones and computers are."
Zheng Yong smiled and let out a cry, "You are still so weird when you are cured!"
Speaking of strange flowers, he patted his head, "Eh, I remember, I met a strange customer this morning," he looked at Ye Tang and Cen Yannan with gossiping eyes, "One of the young handsome guys from the middle school came to get tattoos. ."
He waited to see the surprised expressions of the two children, but they were both undisturbed. The school rules of the No. 1 Middle School must not allow tattoos, but the bullying Yetang injured her and Zhao Zhenfang who encountered the littering. The best females, they are all students in No. 1 Middle School.
Cen Yannan said, "No. 1 Middle School is not an altar, and the people in it are not nuns. What's wrong with the tattoos?"
Zheng Yong curled his lips. Cen Yannan and Ye Tang made him feel less sense of accomplishment. He didn't believe in evil and continued to gossip, and said, "He is tattooed here," and he gestured to his chest. , "Unless you are shirtless in school, no one can see it. Guess what he tattooed?"
"You must pass the exam?" Cen Yannan looked at the motorcycle and cooperated with him in the guessing game.
"No," Zheng Yong said with a cross. "I see that the student looks domineering, not to mention that he must pass the exam. I'm afraid he will be in the top ten every time."
"How about it? There are so many tattoo designs, we can't guess it tomorrow morning."
Zheng Yong didn't want to get ridiculous, and looked at Ye Tang, "Tell you guys, he has the two Chinese characters'Yetang' tattooed on him."
The careless smile on Ye Tang's face suddenly disappeared, and her eyes dropped slightly to prevent them from seeing the emotions in her eyes.
Seeing her reaction, Zheng Yong felt at ease, telling stories, the most important thing is interaction! He laughed and said, "Moreover, the word'Yetang' is the same as Tangtang's name. Isn't it frightening? Isn't God magical?"
Cen Yannan glanced at Ye Tang in surprise, "There is such a thing? Is it possible that he knows Ye Tang?"
Zheng Yong said, "No, no, his'Yetang' has nothing to do with our Tangtang. A few days ago, the news on the Internet didn't say that a rich lady engaged in extreme sports, so let’s sail alone. Did she fall into the sea and die? It’s her. She is also called Ye Tang. I think the name "Ye Tang" is not bad. It's such a coincidence. And, I suspect that the boy likes the dead rich lady, or who would have the opposite sex's name tattooed on his chest , Even if it is a real couple, at most they are tattooed on their respective wrists, tusk, chest, what a deep feeling. I think even if the rich lady is not dead, they are still very difficult to be together, the age gap between the two is too big, Not suitable, not suitable!"
Zheng Yong was purely talking about gossip, and he asked Cen Yannan in a cheerful tone, "He is about the same age as you, would you like a big sister?"
Cen Yan said, "Come on, I don't have Oedipus complex, and I am not interested in the old aunt."
"That's right, you haven't even tasted a fresh flower, so why bother to pick a flower that is about to wither. I think that when you were your age, your girlfriend had already had a beating, eh, you can't!" Zheng Yong smiled, a pun,
"Ye Tang is still here, what are you talking nonsense!" Cen Yannan hurriedly looked at Ye Tang, Ye Tang lowered his eyes and looked at the stones under his feet, as if in a daze, and did not listen to their conversation.
"I'm wrong, let's not talk about it, teach bad kids," Zheng Yong finished smoking, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket, and took out a cigarette. Before he put it in his mouth, he heard Ye Tang's The voice said, "Can you give me one?"
Zheng Yong paused with his hand and looked at Ye Tang with a black question mark on his face.
"It's annoying all of a sudden, I want one too," her expression didn't seem to be a joke.
"Do you smoke?"
"Yes... No, you can also learn," Ye Tang changed his words midway, but neither of them heard it.
"Smoking is not good."
Don’t you smoke well? "Ye Tang's gaze swept across the cigarette butts in Zheng Yong and Cen Yannan's hands.
"Um..." Zheng Yong felt like he really taught the kids badly? "Yan Nan, please help me persuade her."
Cen Yannan still smells like smoke, what position does he have to persuade Ye Tang? And he didn't think he could persuade Ye Tang, he didn't say a word at all.
"Brother Yong, Yan," Ye Tang put the paper bag in his hand on the ground, and reached out to Zheng Yong.
"Okay, okay," Zheng Yong helplessly, handed Ye Tang the cigarette that he had come to smoke for himself.
Ye Tang put the cigarette in her mouth. When Zheng Yong pressed the lighter, she leaned forward and aimed at the jumping flame. The smoke ignited, and the whole action was very sophisticated and mature. She took a breath, and then exhaled the circles of her eyes, circle by circle, slowly floating in the air...
"Don't you know how to smoke?" Zheng Yong felt that her posture was not like a novice!
"Is it hard to see you smoking, learning how to do it?" Ye Tang said, spitting out another smoke ring.
Seeing her, Cen Yannan felt that the cigarette in his hand had become dull and tasteless.
Ye Tang started smoking after she went to the United States. She also tried big ma. These things can make her nerves more numb and make her forget her troubles and pains for a short time.
She has never smoked such a cheap cigarette. She guessed that the value of the cigarette is about ten yuan a pack. It doesn’t matter. She didn’t smoke a lot before, and only used one when she was upset and full of worries, just like this time. -Luo Xingchuan's tattoo made her more determined to stay away from him. She wants to break the child's abnormal obsession with herself.
A lamp was installed on the eaves in front of the tattoo studio. It was a kind of old-fashioned retro kerosene lamp with an incandescent bulb in the middle. The wattage was not large. When Ye Tang smoked, her eyes were drooping very low, and her long eyelashes covered her lower eyelids. The light stretched the shadow of her eyelashes, so that her face was bright and dark, beautiful eyebrows, and smoke. In the lingering space, it turned into a down-to-earth and chic, and there was a trace of melancholy.
Cen Yannan looked at her quietly with complicated eyes.