On the dialectic that death does not necessarily mean death

Thinking about it now, Liang Ti's revenge may have started with that tattoo.

Liang Ti, who has no memory, has no reason to get a tattoo. Liang Huai didn't teach him, let alone a tattoo with such a clear meaning.

That was the pattern that Cheng Ying personally gave Liang Tiwen.Liang Huai was very impressed.

That day was the evening of the second day after they returned from the sunflower garden.

When Liang Huai came back from the company, he saw from a distance that the windows at home were pitch black, and the lights were not turned on.When Liang Huai opened the door and entered the house, he saw the French windows beside the balcony were wide open, and the gauze curtains were blowing in the wind.The darkness of the evening did not affect Liang Huai's vision, but Liang Ti's gleaming white skin seemed to glow in the darkness.

And Cheng Ying was turning her back to Liang Huai, leaning over to do something to Liang Ti.

"What are you doing? You don't even turn on the lights." Liang Huai said, his fingers touched the switch on the wall, and there was a "click", and his vision was white for a while. After Liang Huai got used to it, he could see Cheng Ying turned out to be giving people tattoos.

"Tattoos? Xiao Ti, what kind of tattoo do you have for no reason?" Liang Huai asked.

Cheng Ying turned around and smiled at Liang Huai, then turned back to continue the work in hand.

Liang Huai couldn't help frowning. Before seeing Cheng Ying's works, he always felt pity for Liang Ti. He thought of Liang Ti's white waist, and always felt that any pattern couldn't match Liang Ti's whiteness.

Liang Ti lay on the blanket, raised his head slightly, and shouted with a smile, "Brother, you are back."

"You are so white, what a pity to have tattoos." Liang Huai was a little dissatisfied, although he was speaking to Liang Ti, he was speaking to Cheng Ying.

Although Cheng Ying is a very talented child, Liang Huai still cares about Cheng Ying, but he can do art like his precious cousin.

"I asked Brother Ying to tattoo it," Liang Ti said, "Is it finished?" Liang Ti felt Cheng Ying stop.

"Yeah." Cheng Ying straightened up, took a closer look at his work after a busy day, looked away in satisfaction, and slowly organized the tools around him.

Liang Ti struggled to get up from the blanket, lying on the ground for a whole day, his arms were a little stiff, and his chest and abdomen were pressed by himself so that he couldn't breathe.

Liang Huai didn't take a closer look at the tattoo on his back, but saw Liang Ti's two smooth butterfly bones protruding with a white bone color, which moved a bit on the complex tattoo.Subconsciously, Liang Huai had a strange feeling that the dark green color of the tattoo matched with Liang Ti's white color had a special charm.

Liang Ti stood up straight, twisting his head to look behind him, but his body joints had limited range of motion, so he could only ask Liang Huai, "Brother, how are you? Not bad!"

Liang Huai did not answer Liang Ti.I don't know what kind of pattern it is. At first glance, Liang Ti's entire back is colorful from the shoulders to the tailbone, and it is hard to tell the starting point and the ending point of the lines.After watching for a while, Liang Huai realized that there were two people, one standing and the other kneeling, and there was a delicately designed balance between them.

It's a bit like Egyptian murals, the characters all face sideways, but the body is frontal.Liang Huai touched his chin.The story told by the tattoo has the feeling of some kind of religious legend.Liang Huai is a law student, and he knows the meaning of the scale very well.Objectively speaking, the balance represents fairness; but subjectively, the symbolic meaning of the balance is complicated.

"Do you have a name?" Liang Huai blurted out, he always thought that since it is a work of art, it should have a name.

Cheng Ying shook her head, but seeing that Liang Huai was looking at it so seriously, she added, "If there is a name, it should be called "Judgment"."

""Judgment"?" Liang Huai seemed to understand, "What do you mean?"

"Just the literal meaning." Cheng Ying had already packed up his tools, and he picked up his backpack, "I'm going back to school."

Liang Ti grabbed the shirt on the sofa and put it on.

The tattoo completely disappeared from sight, and Liang Huai suddenly realized that, remembering that incident, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Cheng Ying's hand. "wait!"

"Brother Ying, can't I take a shower these days?" Liang Ti didn't notice the strange atmosphere between Liang Huai and Cheng Ying.

"Yes, specifically, look at the note I wrote for you." Cheng Ying calmly pointed to a sketchbook with a few lines of writing on the coffee table, as if Liang Huai hadn't grabbed it at all. embarrassment.

Liang Ti picked up the note and waved lightly to the two, "I'm going back to my room first." Said and left.

"Brother Huai, what else is there?" Cheng Ying asked with a smile.

"I've already said it last time, and you still haven't stopped?" Liang Huai asked with a frown, and his tone was also serious.

Cheng Ying opened her mouth slightly, "It's because they are confident, it's not that we don't stop." Cheng Ying looked down at Liang Huai's hand clutching her wrist, wondering what she was thinking.

"What those people do has nothing to do with you, if you continue, I won't be able to help you!" Liang Huai felt resentment in his chest.

Cheng Ying withdrew his hand from Liang Huai, and said flatly, "Brother Huai, you have helped us too much, and I dare not bother you anymore. I have class tonight, so let's go first." He walked by Liang Huai's shoulder, and just as he closed the door, he heard Liang Huai blowing away the small sculpture of Venus with a broken arm on the cabinet in a fit of anger from the living room, making a "bang-dang" sound.