Brother Christine

At nine o'clock in the evening, please be quiet.

The blue light is dim, and the bartender behind the bar is flexibly mixing dark red cocktails. All kinds of wine and snacks are brought to different tables by respectful and polite waiters. The business in the bar is good tonight, or The seats are almost occupied by the guests who go together or alone, listening to the soothing and melodious piano music, whispering and chatting in this quiet place.

One, a bar where the clientele is almost entirely men.

When Jiang Xiao came here for the first time to drink, he didn't know it was gay, and he didn't feel anything strange after being accosted a few times. After all, he could be spotted by male students asking for his number in the library. It's normal to encounter this kind of thing in a place where fish and dragons are mixed together. Later, I found out that this place is much cleaner than the nightclub that Huo Ye and his gang of young masters love to go to, so I didn't vacate other places.

No matter how hard-hearted a person is, he will still have the feeling of missing him. The deepest attachments in his heart cannot be completely let go, even though he doesn't know what he misses about that family and those few people. .

That day beer bottles were piled up on the table, he was still too sober, his clear eyes scanned around, on the bar half a meter away, he saw a thin man in a white T-shirt lying on a bundle of two liters Before the beer mug.

It was obvious that the person who had been drugged was dragged away by a good-looking man next to him. Jiang Xiao went over and cut the person into his hands, and dragged him back to the bar.

Yuan Ming was quite dissatisfied in his confusion, he reached out and poked Jiang Xiao's shoulder, saying that he ruined his good deed.

Jiang Xiao kicked him, and sat beside him drinking in silence.

A man with a bad temper, more handsome than the prey he is eyeing, and a maturity that does not match his own age, vigorous male hormones emanating from a tall and strong body, even a casual drinking posture is so sexy and attractive , is completely Yuan Ming's ideal type.

Yuan Ming thought that this man had taken a fancy to him, and felt that he had gotten a big deal, so he asked in a drunken mood, "When shall we leave?"

Jiang Xiao slapped him directly on the counter table.

This man is not only bad-tempered, but also violent.Yuan Ming thought before fainting.

It was only later that Yuan Ming realized that he was being self-indulgent. Jiang Xiao kidnapped him not because he couldn't see that he had a willing relationship with that man, but because he had a back that was exactly like a certain person.

Jiang Xiao didn't save him with compassion, but to save "someone". Jiang Xiao didn't let him sleep with others, but didn't allow "someone" to sleep with others.

It doesn't even look alike.

Simply domineering.

Yuan Ming sneered at each other for a long time, Jiang Xiao's tone was strict, except for the sentence "You just resemble him" to explain to him to accept his thoughts, he refused to let out even half a fart.

He guessed the appearance of that person in his heart for a long time, and finally saw the real face some time ago.

Gao Jun, cool, quiet, young.

"Still very well-behaved." Yuan Ming clinked a glass with Jiang Xiao.

"You're so cute," Jiang Xiao snorted, swirled the wine in the glass, drank it in one gulp, and said, "He's too lazy to talk to you."

"Hey, it's no wonder there are so many people chasing you, and you don't even look down on any of them. You're a junior, you're really pretty." Yuan Ming also took a drink, then glanced at him, and smiled: "It's all right now, you guys Another high school alumnus, both admitted to the same university, and assigned to the same dormitory, what a coincidence."

"Well," Jiang Xiao sneered, raised his glass and touched it in the air, "Respect fate."

"Did he know you before?"

"do not know."

"So it's unrequited love." Yuan Ming clicked his tongue.

Jiang Xiao didn't say anything.

"I finally know each other now," Yuan Ming asked, "When are you going to confess your love to him?"

"Don't confess." Jiang Xiao lowered his head and poured the wine: "I don't like him that much."

"Your words are false," Yuan Ming shook his head, "I don't believe it."

"I don't care if you believe it or not?"

"Then you don't accept anyone, and you don't confess your love." Yuan Ming asked a very practical question: "How can you meet your needs at such a young age?"

"No need." Jiang Xiao said.

"Fuck you!" Yuan Ming laughed jokingly, "I have guarded my body like a jade for so long, and now I sleep in the same room with you every day, I don't believe you have no impulse at all."

bang!

The wine bottle smashed on the table with a muffled sound, Jiang Xiao looked up at him.

The few tables around who were talking in low voices were also disturbed and collectively turned their heads to look at them.

Yuan Ming's smile faded when he met Shang Jiang Xiao's dark and piercing eyes.

"Forget about him." Jiang Xiao leaned over and put the wine bottle on the table, staring at him: "Talk about something else."

"Your posture," Yuan Ming spread his hands with a light smile, "If I say no, I should be the one who gets hit by the wine bottle in the next second."

"No way," Jiang Xiao looked away, leaned back, took a sip of wine, and said casually, "At most, I'll pour you over."

"It's amazing..." Yuan Ming said with emotion as he swung his wine glass around.

Jiang Xiao didn't return.

The person across from him added Shen Qing's WeChat account without his consent, and only told him when we met today.

"Hey, speaking of toppings," Yuan Ming said as if remembering something, "Lao Peng's tattoo shop moved to the second floor a while ago, and now it's changed to a barber shop. have a look?"

"I'll go when my hair grows." Jiang Xiao poured wine for himself.

"Have you got a haircut?" Yuan Ming was a little surprised, and then smiled: "I thought you still wanted to get a tattoo there."

"No picture," Jiang Xiao said, "No."

"I have photographed you for more than a year, and the store manager has given you a picture." Yuan Ming clicked his tongue, "What exactly do you want to tattoo?"

"I don't know." Jiang Xiao lowered his head and took a sip of his wine.

He didn't know why there was always a desire to carve him into the marrow of someone who obviously didn't like that much?Every time after he selected a picture, Lao Peng would say "If it is not unforgettable enough, don't do this", which made him choose to give up every time he was impulsive.

Yeah, why should he remember a worthless idiot for the rest of his life?

He couldn't see what he was thinking.

He also complained about Lao Peng talking too much, so why can't he pretend to be dumb and don't ask or talk?Lao Peng always replied "no" with professional ethics, as if telling him that his secret thoughts hidden in his heart were no way.

The old Peng is called Peng Lei. He is in his 40s. He dropped out of school early at the age of 15. He came to Beijing alone with a rag bag on his back. Engaged in business, did not marry a daughter-in-law and had no children.

The tattoo artist on the second floor of "Jami" said that tattooing is too tiring, and even though Lao Peng is strong and old, he can't stand it.After so many years of hard work, he finally got sick all over his body, and Lao Peng's spine fell to the root of the disease, so he didn't plan to do it anymore.

In the past, the signboard of this store was Lao Peng, and those who came here for the name had heard of the words "Peng Lei Textile Art". The name of the store, retreating behind the scenes as the boss who only collects bills, can be regarded as a successful retirement.

Xing Lu, Hu Hao, and the four of them each held a menu, and they gathered around the store manager to pick out hair colors and styles. The tattoo artist chatted for a while, and then saw Boss Peng, who was already very familiar, coming downstairs to see off the guests.

Say quit and quit, but the reputation spread can't be recovered. Today's guest is a rough-looking and strong man. In this age, the beard on his face has not been shaved. His body is strong, but his face is hairy. I heard that this person asked Peng Lei for a picture for a long time, and wanted to get a flower tattoo on his arm. If he went elsewhere for fear of being ruined by the tattoo, he chose Peng Lei as his master.

The big man looked strong and simple-minded, and he was quite honest, while Peng Lei looked quite pleasing to the eye. This week, he put in a lot of work and got the tattoo done by himself.

"Master Peng, you've worked hard!" The big man had plastic wrap on his right arm, and a large area of ​​redness and swelling could be seen from a long distance away. He stood at the door and thanked people with a silly smile: "I didn't expect that I would have this honor. I waited in line the year before last. It’s not my turn, now that you’re quitting, I’ll take advantage of it.”

"You're welcome, ordinary people do business to make money," Peng Lei said with a smile, "If I don't take your job again, I'll be smashed to death by your gold."

"Hey," the big man laughed, "Just relying on Master Peng's skills! It's worth it!"

"Okay, don't be polite," Peng Lei said with a smile: "If you praise me any more, I'll float away."

"Hahahaha Master Peng is being modest!" The big man was cheerful, and waved to people before leaving: "Then I'll go first! You are busy!"

"Go slowly." Peng Lei smiled and nodded towards the person. "Master," the tattoo artist who had just talked to Shen Qing and the others took his coat and went to greet him: "I'm leaving too!"

"Well, be careful on the road." Peng Lei opened the door for him.

"Okay!" The tattooist walked away and suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly turned his head and pointed to the door, shouting: "Master! That little brother also wants to get a tattoo! You can arrange a time!"

After the tattoo artist finished speaking, he lost sight of anyone, and Peng Lei turned to look at the two people on the sofa.

Zhou Chengao smiled at him with a sunburned black face, and beside him sat an indifferent Shen Qing.

"Do you want a tattoo?" Peng Lei frowned and asked Shen Qing.

Shen Qing looked up at him and said nothing.

"Hey! Master Peng, Master Peng!" Zhou Chengao shook his hand at him and smiled, "I! It's me!"

"Oh," Peng Lei seemed relieved, he exchanged a glance with Shen Qing, then turned his head and asked, "What do you want?"

"I want a sun," Zhou Chengao stretched out his arm, patted his wrist, and said with a smile, "Here, just draw a circle with a black line!"

"I'm going! You want a tattoo!" Hu Hao and the others over there heard it, a group of people were a little surprised, they all dropped the menu and ran over to look at him.

Hu Hao leaned over: "What do you want tattooed?"

Sun Qi took a step forward: "A green dragon or a white tiger?"

Liu Guang took a step forward: "Suzaku or Xuanwu?"

"Old Zhou," Xing Lu raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "I can't tell, you have a story."

"Go, go, you can't get a tattoo without a story!" Zhou Chengao waved his hand, then turned his head and asked Peng Lei, "Master, is that okay?"

Shen Qing tilted his head to look at him.

As soon as they stepped into the shop after dinner, Zhou Chengao stopped the tattooist who was about to get off work with an expression on his face, and asked a lot about it, and then suddenly said, "I also Got a tattoo."

Shen Qing felt that Zhou Chengao was the one who came prepared, because he was the one who started tattooing first this afternoon.

"Why the tattoo?" Peng Lei asked casually, in a persuasive tone.

I have seen a lot of people who regret getting tattoos because of impulse. If there is no reason enough to convince him, the master will not be willing to do this job for young people.

"I just want to." Zhou Chengao said.

"Don't think about it brother," Hu Hao frowned disapprovingly: "The things that have been branded on my body in this life are not like playing."

"Think clearly," Xing Lu advised, "Don't be impulsive."

"Yes," Sun Qi and Liu Guang also nodded in agreement, "It hurts."

Peng Lei also shook his head.

"I think it must be." Zhou Chengao said seriously.

The crowd ignored his willful words and continued to stare at him with persuasive eyes.

"Ah, you guys..." Being surrounded by so many people, Zhou Chengao felt a little embarrassed, and also a little anxious: "I really didn't just do it on a whim!"

No one ignored him, so he continued to stare.

Zhou Chengao: "..."

"Okay," Peng Lei turned around and waved his hands: "This is not a child's play house, we don't take this job."

"I... I have a reason!"

Zhou Chengao shouted anxiously.

Peng Lei looked back at him.

"I... well, it's not really a story," Zhou Chengao paused, looked at the group of people waiting for him to speak, and explained: "That's right, I didn't do well in junior high school, and I was admitted to high school. I took advantage of the loopholes in the policy and became a special student in sports. Later... Later, I wanted to study hard. Those days were quite dark for me. I was stupid and wanted to be admitted to the ace major of M University. After a lot of hard work, I am now... now staying in the same school with you group of high-intelligence creatures, to be honest, the pressure is really high," Zhou Chengao rubbed his hands, and then smiled naively: "The military training is almost over, In the future, I will have to work hard to listen in class, but this time it will be four years, I am afraid this time... I am afraid that I will not be able to hold on this time, and I want to find a spiritual sustenance."

The air was quiet for a while, and the group of people didn't speak anymore.

"I want to tattoo the sun on my body," he said in a low voice, "I want to give myself some hope."

After Zhou Chengao finished speaking, he lowered his head, scratching the position of his arteries back and forth with his rough nails.

The air fell silent again.

"Can you get a tattoo?" Shen Qing looked at Peng Lei.

Peng Lei nodded.

"Are you sure," he asked, "I haven't cleaned up the things upstairs, you have to be sure, I'll check one for you right now."

"Get it for me!?" Zhou Chengao suddenly raised his head.

"Let me just say one thing," Peng Lei looked at him: "If it's not unforgettable enough, don't do this."

Shen lightly glanced at Peng Lei.

"Enough is enough!" Zhou Chengao said excitedly, he quickly got up and raised his hand: "I'm very enough!"

Peng Lei turned and walked upstairs, beckoning to him: "Come on."

Zhou Chengao straightened his back, raised his hands high and followed.

"What are you raising your hand for?" Hu Hao asked from behind.

"Hahaha I don't know!" Zhou Chengao excitedly said, "I just want to lift!"

"Tattoo a seven-color coil!" Xing Lu suggested.

"Brother, you are too coquettish!" said the person upstairs before entering the room.

Xing Lu: "..."

A group of people laughed loudly underneath.

It was past ten o'clock, and there were not many customers who came to get a haircut. The bright and dazzling white chandelier made the walls of the room reflect light. The page introduces the hair color and hair care package.

Zhou Chengao took an hour at the slowest time above. Sun Qi and Liu Guang were shocked by the price of a hair dye package that can easily cost thousands of dollars. After staying here for so long, I felt embarrassed, so I went to wash my hair with my companions, and sat in front of the hairdressing mirror and asked my brother to cut my hair.

On the sofa, Hu Hao chose Mo Yuran under the enthusiastic recommendation of the female manager.Xing Lu also thinks it looks good, because the color of the ink has become lighter and gray, and the surface has a silvery white brilliance. After seeing the renderings, the two of them made an appointment later, planning to come back after the military training review.

Shen Qing lowered his head and swiped his phone boredly.

People have less sarcasm and thick skin, and no monsters and ghosts can get in.

No matter how enthusiastically the female manager pushes the menu in front of him, how can she describe his handsome face to him in such a way that it is suitable for such and such perm, and such and such repairs, at the moment Shen Qing turned a deaf ear to how much it would be cheaper to sign up as a member and remained indifferent.

Hu Hao and Xing Lu next to him turned their heads and gave him a thumbs up in admiration: people are invincible when they are cold.

"Okay," the female manager endured dry mouth and talked for more than ten minutes, and finally gave in to the powerful Shen Qing. She put away the menu and stood up, sighed, and then finished the concluding remarks in one breath: " Hello, we also have other services such as beauty and skin care, eyebrow tattoo, lip shaving, ear piercing, etc. Please support if you need it.”

Shen Qing suddenly raised her head to look at her.

The female manager was scared back by the immobile wooden man for a long time.

"He is already very handsome," Xing Lu thought that Shen Qing was about to get angry, so he quickly persuaded the manager with a smile, "This man's facial features are very beautiful, he doesn't need any modification, so don't recommend him any more."

Hu Hao turned his head to look at Xing Lu, and pursed his lips.

"Ear piercing," Shen Qing stood up, looked at the manager, and asked, "How much?"

"Fuck you—!" Xing Lu stood up suddenly, and was pushed down by the people around him.

Xing Lu pounced back on the sofa and looked at Hu Hao in astonishment.

Hu Hao frowned and stared at him.

"It depends where you go." The manager seemed to have regained his life, and his face immediately glowed with brilliance: "This is a regular store, and the operating standards and disinfection are also in place. If you have pierced ears, you can shoot a pair of [-], and wear a pair." Fifty, ear bones and cochlea, we have to use the laser we have upstairs, one hundred and fifty without pain."

"The cochlea..." The soft and wet touch seemed to be still licking inside, and a thin layer of red suddenly appeared on Shen Qing's cold and pale face. He lowered his head and touched his right ear, and whispered softly: "Is it here?"

"Yes," the manager put down the menu with a smile on his face, and asked with a smile, "Do you want laser cochlear injection?"

"No." Shen said lightly.

"Ah?" The manager was taken aback: "Why, why didn't you call again?"

"Tongue out."

"Huh?" The manager looked puzzled.

"I have three ear piercings, all in the right ear." Shen Qing raised the brim of his hat and looked up at her: "Piercing now."

The author has something to say: Thank you little angel Gu Beizhao for mine yesterday~

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