Wildfire Mambo

Chapter 10 Red Maple

Yu is known far and wide for his gothic personality as a playboy, and his life creed can only be condensed into "I am happy".

Because I didn't want to go to the countryside, I went to SVA. In such a school with a mountain of homework and a so-called school of no holiday, I can still spare time to make music. However, I have developed various artistic cells, and I can make some achievements in music.It was only in the past year that he began to try to write Chinese rap, so the songs he released from the age of 15 to 19 were defined by the people in the circle as the Great Compassion Mantra Suite. At that time, people in the circle probably only knew that there was a man named S! CK's rappers always write some feel-sick English rhymes.

Yu Jianyan saw Jian Zhuo answering the phone and then left without stopping, thinking that Jian Zhuo's house might have collapsed, so he didn't plan to retreat with him first as before.

Bored, he picked up the lemon juice that Old Feng had just handed over, and was about to drink it when he found some unknown object floating on the ice.

—Three cigarette butts.

Yu Jian shook the glass, and the soot was scattered.

He obviously underestimated Jian Zhuo too much, and Jian Zhuo was obviously not in the pool.

Putting down the tall glass, Yu Jin laughed in a good mood, and was not even angry when he heard Lao Feng say that Janice let him go.

After all, this task does not require high operational requirements, and it doesn’t even matter if the tattoo artist is not good at fogging. It’s just a simple armband tattoo, and there is no need to mobilize teachers.

Lao Feng explained to him, then pointed to the person opposite, and said that the person would come to help him after finishing his work.

That was the first time Yu Jian saw Zhong Ci.

Probably because he felt a little unfamiliar, so Yu Jian took a second look, but he couldn't move away in the end.

Because Zhong Ci is not "normal".

As long as Zhong Ci walked out of the studio, no one would think that he would work here.

Shuttle among the colorful characters, but he only has simple and clean clothes, sickly white skin, smooth black hair, no complicated tattoos, no mottled holes, everything seems too discordant here.

Zhong Ci pulled up the black mask, dipped his eyes and clamped the lower lip of the girl in front of him with a plastic clamp, then threaded the needle down, and then closed the lock.Unlike other piercers who are good at giving psychological hints and performing fast needle insertion for customers, their movements are gentle and without any comfort.

After being notified that the customer who made an appointment had arrived, Zhong Ci responded, stood up and asked the female customer who put on lip nails to be disinfected with a sense of official duty, and then walked to the workbench to change gloves.

Zhong Ci has just arrived, there is no stable source of customers, and the charges are of course extremely cheap. Most of the people looking for him are high school graduates who are newcomers, so Zhong Ci was in a daze for a long time when he saw Yu Jian.

Yu Jian can only try to explain it this way.

But he didn't know that Zhong Ci was actually very good at school, and Lao Feng would question whether the portfolio was stolen if he took it out. No matter how he thought about it, it had nothing to do with the word "apprentice".

Wearing a black mask, Zhong Ci's eyes are particularly distinct, and the gaze thrown from them is also faintly colored.

This strange frankness that crossed the border made Yu Jian interested, he asked Zhong Ci, do you know what to do.

Zhong Ci didn't answer him at all, and pointed to Yu Jian's jacket as if he had recovered, indicating that he was the one who was going to prepare.

The machine was powered up and made a restless buzzing sound.

Zhong Ci leaned closer to the transferred line pattern, and the soft forehead hair hung down, gently sweeping Yu Ji's skin with the vibration.

"The tattoo artist doesn't have tattoos." Yu Jian looked down at him and said in a low voice.

Zhong Ci was unmoved, but Yu Jian felt that his hands seemed to be shaking slightly.

The strong incandescent lamp on the chair passed through Zhong Ci's ear bones, and the blood rushing was exposed in a big way. For some reason, it seemed to be a little red hot.

Yu Yan lowered his head and leaned closer to Zhong Ci, as if he wanted to win a responsive look.He has never cared about the threshold of distance between people, without any shame, he stretched out his hand to caress Zhong Ci's ear, pressed his thumb on the cartilage and gently twisted it downwards, and finally stuck it on the earlobe.

The needle was pressed back and forth under the skin, and in some fragmented frequencies, the strength seemed to become weak, and tiny blood beads leaked slightly, trapped in the surrounding Vaseline.

Looking lightly at the satin-like flawless skin, Yu Ji stated again: "A piercer has no holes."

With the ink escaping from the frame without any seriousness, the machine wailed and turned off completely, replaced by Zhong Ci's raised eyes.

Yu Jian has no way to care about what his tattoo pattern is like now, because Zhong Ci in front of him looks like he is about to cry.

The flush was a hot and humid mist, covering every inch of the clock, his eye sockets actually accumulated water vapor, and his eyes became glued from this, and he felt numb from staring at him for a while.

madman.Yu addiction.

There was still a long lingering pain in his arm, Yu Jian didn't understand Zhong Ci's aggrieved position, and grabbed his collar, "Why are you crying?"

Zhong Ci seemed to have lost his senses, when he heard Yu Jian say this, he really thought he was shedding tears, and quickly reached out to wipe his face carelessly, the black ink on the glove stained his skin.After a few clicks, he seemed to have come to his senses, his face became redder, and the hand holding the machine froze in mid-air.

"It looks like I'm bullying you." Yu Jian let go of Zhong Ci's collar, and he stared at his weird tattoo artist again: "Should I think about how to remedy it now?"

Yu Jian was surprisingly careless, he didn't even want to go to Zhong Ci, he felt that everyone has to go through the process of progress, and should not be too difficult for apprentices, so he gently put his arm back on the leather pillowcase: "Destroying the skin is not a big deal, but don't leave me a half-finished product."

What needs to be covered up is the scar scratched by the iron frame when Yu Hang played basketball last time. Most of the bulge has disappeared, and the old site is covered with mottled black ink, but it can be seen that Zhong Ci's last needle was pressed in the wrong direction.

Zhong Ci didn't speak, and most of the eager eyes were deliberately suppressed by him. He stood up from the chair unsteadily, and said the first sentence since they met: "Is any pattern acceptable?"

Looking at Zhong Ci's eyes, Yu Jian lost his temper for a while, and he was stunned for a moment: "As you like."

Zhong Ci wiped his eyes with the back of his hand again, the ink had already dried on his face, making his eyes even more gleaming, making Yu Jian think of the "big eyes eager to read" in the original Chinese textbook.

Yu Jian stared at Zhong Ci's every move, saw Zhong Ci Yunmo obliterate the messy lines, looked at it, but his eyes jumped out involuntarily, fell on his eyelashes that were scorched by the light, and then jumped on him. The long neck that escaped from the black clothes.

The machine was humming, and the vinyl was streaming to The Cranberries' Animal Instinct.

Zhong Ci wiped the seeping ink with a small towel, and the completed pattern was presented under the light.

Yu Jian looked at the black pattern on his red and swollen skin, and Zhong Ci arbitrarily replaced the long lines on his original design draft with angular maple leaves to make up for it.

The design draft of the armband was made by Yu Ji himself, but after changing the elements, he felt even more that it was made by Zhong Ci.

Zhong Ci raised his eyes to look at him, and then lowered his eyes to stare at his arm, showing the same glued eyes just now, as if he was addicted to a comment.

Not ugly, but he doesn't like it.Yu Jian thought vaguely.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Zhong Ci stood up, unlike unruly people like them, with his spine straightened like a new bamboo branch.

"The bell's speech."

The ERISBLACK black denim jacket that Yu Jian took off just now was knocked down by Zhong Ci's action, Zhong Ci quickly took off his gloves and bent over to pick it up, but the moment he looked up, he happened to look at Yu Jian with puzzled and sullen eyes.

Yu Jian stretched out his left hand and clasped Zhong Ci's wrist on the armrest, tilted his head and looked at him stubbornly: "But I want to remember your face."

Zhong Ci's mind went blank for a moment, he only blinked slowly, and didn't even move a second, so he was taken by Yu Jian as a clarion call of agreement.

In Zhongci's shrunken pupils, Yu Jian stretched out his right hand and pulled off his mask.

After a long time, Yu Jian could still recall that moment, what he saw and remembered was a maple leaf.

The old reddish color was on Zhong Ci's left cheek, Yu Jian didn't know whether it was a burn or a birthmark, like a maple leaf, a maple leaf that was just picked off in September and was caught in the pages of the book, even though the color had faded and was no longer strong , but still shining.

Thinking of his arm, Yu Jian frowned and looked up at Zhong Ci.He showed those moist eyes like a puppy again, but Yu Jian couldn't find any explanation in it, only the magnanimity and contentment that couldn't be concealed.

"My name is Zhong Ci." Zhong Ci wiped the black ink that had dried on his face for a long time with the back of his hand, as if he wanted to make himself look decent at this moment. For some reason, he repeated it again, seeming a bit paranoid: " My name is Zhongci."

I want you to remember me.

In the end, Zhong Ci still didn't have the courage to say it.