Mr. Shen's little boyfriend

The needles, wrapped in black tattoo paint, pierce the fair skin.

Every piece of skin under Xue Lingli's hands is perfect, so that the tattoo pattern can show the most prosperous effect in the end, he never prepares anesthetics.

Pain is part of the tattoo itself, which is part of the beauty of tattooing.

He Qiutong's side waist skin is perfect, the skin is delicate and fair, and the hair is short and thin. This is the canvas that every tattoo artist dreams of.It is a beautiful thing to watch it being given new colors and pictures by itself.

"Does it hurt?" Xue Lingli's hand was very steady, and the needles were stuck into the skin one by one, leaving brand marks. He saw He Qiutong's trembling in his eyes, "Try to hold back. I don't have anesthesia here, if you tremble I got the wrong tattoo, and you are the one who suffers."

It was clear that the room was cool and cool at a constant temperature, but He Qiutong, who was lying on the workbench, was covered in sweat.

Beans of sweat ran across his temples, down his cheeks to his chin, almost dripping.Even the perfectly lined back exposed to the air was dripping with sweat.

The pain from the needle piercing the skin was really too obvious, and it was on the sensitive side of the waist, which made the pain even worse.At first, it was just a tingling pain, but gradually, the pain became stronger and stronger, mixed with a burning sensation on the side of the waist, and later it was indeed numb to the pain.

He Qiutong knew that tattoos would hurt, but he didn't expect it to be this painful.

Some blood spread between the lips and teeth, probably reaching the tip of the tongue, and the blood pressure in the throat felt a little uncomfortable.

"Do you want to take a break?" Xue Lingli saw that he couldn't take it anymore, so he stopped and handed a glass of water to He Qiutong's lips.

He picked up the cup and took a sip, the bloody taste in his mouth was slightly suppressed by the boiled water, He Qiutong slowed down a bit, and said in a hoarse voice: "Go on."

Xue Lingli was also very straightforward, straightforward: "Okay."

Tide is just a small tattoo, four letters.But it still took about three hours solidly.

Every minute and every second of these three hours, He Qiutong was reminiscing, recalling every detail of his time with Shen Chao.

From the scorching sun in summer to the cold and windy present.

——Half a year.

It turned out that it was only half a year.He Qiutong thought he had been with Shen Chao for a long time.

Originally, Shen Chao wanted to accompany him to tattoo... He lied to Shen Chao, he lied to Shen Chao before going to bed last night.

The blackness in Shen Chao's eyes was much heavier than before. Under the moonlight, the man hugged him, "Since it has been announced by the official, let's be more direct. I will handle the matter of public opinion. The turmoil will pass soon gone."

He Qiutong actually didn't listen to what Shen Chao was saying. He had been in a trance all day recently, and it became difficult to concentrate. He only knew that Shen Chao was talking to him, so he nodded subconsciously.

"I can ask for leave tomorrow, and I will accompany you to get a tattoo in the afternoon."

He Qiutong finally reacted when he heard the tattoo, because this was the last step in his plan, a step that cannot be ignored.

He paused for a moment before raising his head from the man's arms. The moonlight fell on Shen Chao's chiseled face, and the light and dark shadows were divided like a masterpiece sculpture collected by an artist.It's so beautiful.

"Mr. Shen."

"Huh?" Shen Chao is a bit different. Boyfriends don't often call him 'Mr. Shen', usually when they call him, they are either serious or coquettish when begging him.But Tongtong's tone at the moment is not like the latter.

"I, I won't get a tattoo tomorrow." He Qiutong took a deep breath before fully uttering the coaxing words, "I have a little cold, and the tattoo artist said to wait until the illness recovers before going, otherwise the effect will not be good."

Shen Chao looked at him with a fixed expression, and only after a while did he say 'hmm'.

The air slowly quieted down, and the moonlight flowed silently.

"The stars are sparse and the moon is bright, tomorrow should be a sunny day."

"alright."

After another half-second pause, He Qiutong suddenly said, "Mr. Shen, happy birthday."

Shen Chao scratched the tip of his little boyfriend's nose, and laughed, "Isn't there still a few days left? Why are you in such a hurry? Could it be that I remembered wrongly? I will be sad."

"I haven't forgotten. It just occurred to me suddenly, let me tell you in advance."

……

"Okay! Your skin is too sensitive, it will look better when the congestion subsides."

Xue Lingli's words brought He Qiutong back to reality, lying on the workbench without moving for three "" hours, his body had already become very stiff.

Being helped up by Xue Lingli, He Qiutong couldn't wait to see the tattoo on his waist.Xue Lingli saw his urgency at a glance, and brought He Qiutong to a full-length mirror.

The slender and white side waist was covered with a thin layer of sweat, shining brightly, and the black fonts printed on it were like pen and ink on white paper. The collision of black and white inspired the purest aesthetics and desire.

"It's very beautiful. You are my most satisfying work in the past year." Xue Lingli liked it very much, "Can I take a photo and hang it in the studio."

"Sorry...I don't want others to see this tattoo."

Before He Qiutong left, Xue Ling Liqian reminded Wan Wan: "Be careful not to get infected, don't touch water recently, and don't eat spicy food. Don't make your cold worse..."

"understood!"

It was indeed a sunny day today, the warm winter sun fell on the skin and brought a warmth, but it couldn't warm He Qiutong's heart.

He stood on the side of the road against the sun, and waved for a taxi.

"Go to Nancheng Airport." Sunny's plane will not be delayed, so he has to hurry up.

The driver was a talkative middle-aged man from the local area. He Qiutong listened absent-mindedly and silently, nodding his head from time to time in response to the conversations from state affairs, oil prices to family and children.

This kind of atmosphere is very good, but fortunately it is not absolutely silent, otherwise he will really go crazy.

The uncle driver seemed to see his gloomy mood, and actually handed him a cigarette in the traffic jam.

"Young man, are you in a bad mood? Life is unavoidable, just smoke a cigarette, come—"

He Qiutong looked at the cigarette butt handed to him, hesitated for a moment and took it, "Can I smoke in the car?"

"Hey, just smoke whatever you want, just open the window. They are all old men, and they don't hate the smell of cigarettes."

Borrowing the master's fire, He Qiutong lit a cigarette and took a puff.

——It’s the smell of the Yellow Crane Tower that costs 20 yuan a pack. He smoked it when he was rebellious in high school, and he still remembers that smell.

Generally speaking, the cheap Yellow Crane Tower is more pungent than Salem, and the smell of smoke is stronger. He was a bit uncomfortable when he took the first sip of Salem, and it took him a long time to spit it out.

"How is it? Is the young man used to smoking?" The master turned his head to look at him, "Our cigarettes are not good smokes, but they have a strong taste, which relieves fatigue and worries."

"It's been a long time since I smoked Yellow Crane Tower, thank you Master."

After more than an hour's drive, Nancheng Airport finally arrived.He Li was waiting for him at the main gate of the airport.

It is a bit embarrassing to say that he got the bus ticket and visa to go to school abroad and even the opportunity to enroll in He Lituo.Fortunately, he had passed the IELTS and TOEFL test before, otherwise it would be really a problem for him to get into school.

He's really going back to the life he dreamed of in high school - getting rid of the shackles of his family and studying abroad.

But why couldn't he be happy at all?

The tattoo on the side waist is still aching, the blood vessels are connected to the heart, and the tingling sensation seems to spread along the meridians to the left chest cavity, like a needle prick.

He Li was still a little wary of him, "Tongtong, what's wrong? Your face is a little pale, are you motion sick?"

He Qiutong didn't know how to explain it, so he followed the man's words, "Yeah. I'm a little motion sick."

"I told you to ask Dad to pick you up, hey, I have to take a taxi by myself."

……

The father and son chatted for a while, and there was a reminder to board the plane.

He Qiutong's luggage had already been packed and checked in, and he left with a small bag on his back.

At the ticket gate, he glanced back at He Li, who already had gray hair, and shouted for the first time in so many years, "Dad—goodbye!"

In fact, what he wanted to see most was Shen Chao, and wanted to see Teacher Shen for the last time.

When Shen Chao gets home tonight and sees the farewell letter on the table, he will probably think it was a prank. Mr. Shen probably won't believe what he said on the paper, and he will call the phone card that he pulled out.

Then, Shen Chao will gradually realize that he really can't find himself.

Oh, what a weak coward you are, an irresponsible villain.He Qiutong scolded himself from the bottom of his heart, his nails pierced into his palm, and the sharp pain hit the nerves of the cerebral cortex.

He originally wanted to write at the end of the parting letter—'Can Mr. Shen wait for me for two years?I'll grow to the height of your shoulders and get down on one knee to offer you a bouquet of roses'

But in the end he didn't write anything, just left a black ink dot that paused for a long time on the white paper.

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In fact, Shen Chao hadn't noticed He Qiutong's departure, but when he was driving on the road, he was distracted by the road conditions and glanced at a plane flying across the clear sky.

He originally reserved an afternoon to come out to accompany Tongtong to get a tattoo, and he also hoped to leave a surprise for his little boyfriend.

He found the pink tattoo logo he saw on the umbrella at home on the map app, and took advantage of the opportunity to find the location of the store.

When Shen Chao entered the door, Xue Lingli had just packed up the equipment and materials for He Qiutong's body tattoo, and as soon as he left the tattoo room, he saw a tall man approaching him.

Tattooing is not only a technique for customers to choose tattoo artists, but tattoo artists who have certain skills and money are also picky about the skin they want to tattoo.

He was very satisfied with Shen Chao's skin, so he didn't mind receiving him personally.

"Does this gentleman need anything?" Xue Lingli didn't shy away from his eyes, and looked Shen Chao up and down, "Is this the first time you come to a tattoo shop, sir?"

"Yes." Shen Chao paused, thinking of He Qiutong's idea of ​​getting Tide tattooed on his waist, and asked, "If it is tattooed on the side of the waist, will the pain be severe?"

Hearing this, Xue Lingli's eyes froze suddenly. After all, He Qiutong had tattooed on his side just now, but he thought about it, maybe it was just a coincidence?

"The pain on the side of the waist is the top one. If a person has a tattoo on the side of the waist, it must be very important and precious to him." Xue Lingli thought of the person He Qiutong had a crush on, and the abnormal 'Tide' on nice skin...