Chapter 18

◎ Can't bear it◎

"Don't make it so round," Wen Xu looked at the pattern drawn by Du Ningyang, "twist it."

She looked at the circle that had been twisted several times. This was a manuscript that had been revised several times. She muttered in her heart, "God God, the customer is God", but she couldn't help asking, "Do you have to restart it in a crooked way?"

"Well," looking at Du Ningyang lying on the table unwillingly, like a piece of limp mud, Wen Xu smiled and said, "Are you scolding me in your heart?"

"Change it if I want to." The pattern was small, and the request was not excessive, and it was changed quickly. Du Ningyang stood up, and his dexterous hands scratched on the digital tablet, "Is this okay?"

It was an irregular three-dimensional button, and the pattern was like Dali's clock, with black and white colors flowing, and the English word for restart was engraved on it - RESET.

"Okay, that's good," Wen Xu looked at the tattoo bed, "I lie down now? How long will it take to get the tattoo done?"

"About an hour, um, about an hour and a half. I haven't opened for three months, so you don't mind if my hands are not used to it?" Du Ningyang said as he walked to the shelf to get the tools, "Where do you want to get the tattoo?"

Through the sweatshirt, Wen Xu pointed to a position on the lower left side of the upper body. Du Ningyang visually estimated and analyzed rapidly that it was the secret end of the mermaid line.

She frowned and looked at Wen Xu suspiciously, thinking he was teasing her deliberately.

"Here," Wen Xu thought Du Ningyang didn't see clearly, and while approaching her, he lifted up his sweatshirt and pulled down his sweatpants.

"Stop! - Got it, lie down."

Du Ningyang has professional ethics when working. As long as it's not a private part, she can accept it, and she doesn't ask why. Who doesn't have a little habit?

But she was still shy. Fortunately, she was wearing a mask to cover most of her red face. Looking at Wen Xu's thin abdominal muscles, her breathing rose and fell.

"Why do you want to tattoo here?" She protested in a low voice, "You need to pay more here."

"...Mental damage compensation," she added.

"It's because of you..." Wen Xu's voice trembled with pain, "How did you lose my figure?"

"Because of me? Because of me what?" Her skills were excellent, her hands were steady, the matte pattern was very delicate, and the outline was initially formed.

"Because you are not good at tattooing, what if your hands are shaking and the tattoo is crooked, bumpy, and ugly? You can still cover it with clothes and pants."

Crooked, bumpy, and ugly.

Three bad words were used in a row.

Du Ningyang didn't lose, "Tsk, I'm not the only one in Huaicheng who can tattoo, why don't you find a skilled one, I can recommend you."

"That won't work," Wen Xu was in so much pain that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

"Why not?"

"Ouch," he exhaled softly, his chest heaving, revealing a hint of sexy fragility.

"Bear with it, we've only just started," she freed her hands, took out a tissue to wipe his sweat, and then asked, "Why not? An experienced person might not let you feel any pain."

"I just want you to know that I'm 'starting over,'" he wiped his sweat, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "Others don't need to know, - if it's tattooed here, they won't know either."

She was struggling with a corner arc, and her heart trembled when she heard this. If it's tattooed here, they won't know. This is a naked seduction!

She stammered, "Me?... I don't want to know! Have you asked me if I want to know?"

"Anyway, you know it."

Wen Xu was still planning to tease Du Ningyang a few more times. She freed her left hand and covered his lips with her fingertips. "Don't say anything, be quiet, tattooing here hurts the most."

If it was just for her to know, there was no need to spend so much effort and it would be so painful. If he didn't lie to her, then he was just a stupid non-mainstream kid. She thought.

However, she was very satisfied with the finished product. The knife-like muscle lines added a lot of artistry and wildness to this twisted little button, a kind of iron man's tenderness.

Wen Xu generously agreed to let her take a photo for a small advertisement, but asked that her face not be shown.

"This way, others will know but not completely," he lifted his clothes, "Take it."

"Take off your shirt, pull your sweatpants down a little, zoom in the lens, take a selfie in the mirror, and add a filter," Du Ningyang admired his work, "It's really beautiful, really good."

Wen Xu obediently "clicked" a photo.

According to the description, this is a slightly erotic photo, but he has a kind of charm that is not vulgar in any way, and it is still clean through the lens and filter.

Du Ningyang was very satisfied and posted it on Weibo and Moments, with the location of the echo. The copy did not advertise, but only wrote two words: restart.

"Forget it, I won't charge you," she said while packing up her tools, "I'm in a good mood today."

She is a sentimental person. She looks materialistic on the outside, but she is not good at using money and material things to measure the feeling of joy. When her mind is hot, she is happy.

She doesn't know why, but she is very happy.

She doesn't know that she is happy because she helped Wen Xu "restart".

Although they still didn't get to know each other better during the day together - she didn't tell him why she became a tattoo artist, and he didn't tell her what his dream was when he was young.

But they were happy to help, and there was no need to open the wound and show the bloody side. They couldn't bear it.

Would not being able to bear it be the beginning of love?

No one thought about this question, and no one dared to think about it.

-The

next weekend, Xu Zhaolin took Zhu Yao and Du Ningyang to the bookstore again. The photography exhibition was coming to an end and would be dismantled the next day.

The entrance of the bookstore was deserted, and almost no one stopped except these three people.

Zhu Yao originally planned to attend the comics tea party, but Xu Zhaolin threatened to break up with him, so he had to curse and force him to swear, "You swear to me that you will only love this man in this life, otherwise you will be struck by lightning."

"I swear," Xu Zhaolin said without hesitation, "I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, go now."

"Wei Ye, a graduate student at Huaicheng Academy of Fine Arts," Du Ningyang stood in front of the poster of the photography exhibition and read the words on it word by word, "What's so good about studying photography?" "

Very impressive, academic," Xu Zhaolin pointed at the words behind, "He once curated 'Wilderness', great art, so handsome."

Zhu Yao looked into the bookstore and found that Wei Ye was surrounded by two or three girls, who were chatting happily. He pointed and said, "Xu Zhaolin, have you ever asked others about their sexual orientation? He seems to like girls."

Wei Ye has a flat head, which is the best way to test handsome guys. He has sharp facial features and controls the flat head. He has an uninhibited and bohemian temperament, and is obviously handsome and self-aware.

"So I brought you here," Xu Zhaolin twitched his mouth and stepped inside, "You are my best touchstone."

The so-called touchstone is nothing more than asking Zhu Yao and Du Ningyang to add Wei Ye's QQ together, saying that they all want to go to Huaicheng Academy of Fine Arts, pretending to be enthusiastic and studious junior sisters and junior brothers.

Wei Ye generously added the three of them and introduced some learning methods to them. Finally, he asked them what they thought of his exhibition.

He followed the stream of consciousness, and everything he photographed was blurred in color, explaining that it was some flowing consciousness.

Obviously, the three people had limited skills and didn't understand.

Zhu Yao said "beautiful", Xu Zhaolin said "elegant", and Du Ningyang said "very good".

Wei Ye was embarrassed for a moment and said "hmm". Somehow, he suddenly sighed, "Anything else? Suggestions or something. To be honest, not many people came to see this exhibition, I'm quite frustrated, I'm about to graduate, and I don't know if I will continue to do photography in the future."

Xu Zhaolin hurriedly comforted him, "It's really very good...but we are quite bad, I don't know how to comment, anyway, we support you, really."

Du Ningyang and Zhu Yao nodded their heads like rattles.

Wei Ye knew that the children's intentions were very good, so he smiled and said that he would help the teacher at the Lihu campus for the next two months, and asked them to go to him to play when they had time.

Before leaving, Xu Zhaolin bought a photo album "Rainbow" printed by Wei Ye himself, spending a sky-high price of 35 yuan.

Sitting in McDonald's at night, the other two poured French fries on the plate and mixed them together, while he buried his head in watching, flipping through them frantically.

It was all stream of consciousness, and it was impossible to understand. The more mysterious the man was, the more fascinating he was.

When Xu Zhaolin looked up, only the French fries were left, and the two were concentrating on eating hamburgers. He launched a call: "Go to Lihu Campus next weekend."

"Lihu Campus," Du Ningyang remembered that someone was there, and said to his two friends with backbone: "I'm not going."

"If you don't go, then I won't go either," Zhu Yao followed closely, teasing Xu Zhaolin.

"Du Ningyang can choose not to go, but you must."

"Why?"

"Her enemies are there, so it's only natural for her not to go. But your relatives are there,

so it's unjust for you not to go." "Didn't you say you would study hard to get into Huaimei? You drag us around every weekend, and the three of us will definitely fail. If we can't get into college, will you support Du Ningyang and me by setting up a street stall?" "

Just this once," Xu Zhaolin said unreasonably, "We'll just go once. He's at the Lihu campus for a while, and he'll graduate soon and who knows where he'll go. We'll study hard after we go, really. This is the last time."

Xu Zhaolin accompanied Du Ningyang to a birthday party for Zhuhe. She owed him one, so she sat next to him and nodded.

In fact, she hadn't seen Zhuhe for a long time. She had lost some weight recently and became more beautiful. She wanted to show off in front of Zhuhe and make him regret it.

When Zhu Yao saw that Du Ningyang had changed sides, she instantly understood what she was thinking, "Do you want to find Zhuhe?"

Why are all her friends unreliable and love-minded?

"No," Du Ningyang said stubbornly, "If he wants to go, just go with him. Otherwise, how can he give up?"

"I will either accompany you or him in this life. I am so pitiful," Zhu Yao bit a chicken wing viciously, and the crispy skin and batter leaked down. "What last time? It can't be the last time."

With their own ulterior motives, the three of them took the bus to Huaimei Lihu Campus the next weekend.