sinovels Chapter 38 Part 1 Me
Chapter 38 Part 1 Me
"What do you want to tattoo?"
Valentin asked me on the way into town.I didn't tell him, so he took the opportunity to clean me up, saying that I was ready to move after watching a few gangster movies two days ago, and wanted to imitate others' stamping patterns on my body. Holy Mother, a bleeding dagger in a moment. "It's great, it's great." He couldn't help praising, "A real man should have these tattoos."
I shook my head when I heard it, not knowing where his outrageous ideas came from, so I hurriedly told him to stop, saying that I had already thought about getting a tattoo.When I found a place to park, and I was digging through yelp to find a tattoo shop, he couldn't help but said, "You still don't know where to get a tattoo?"
I was so excited that I wanted to get the tattoo today, and I didn’t find a store to make an appointment, thinking that people would always have free time, but in the end, three stores in a row had their arms covered and their backs covered, and none of them took more than ten hours to do it. not come down.I was dumbfounded now, and stood with Valentin scratching my head at the entrance of the parking lot, not daring to look him in the eye.
"What should I do?" He walked with Bai for more than an hour, his complexion was already very bad, he squinted at me, leaned against the tree, and reached into his pocket to touch the cigarette.As a result, the lighter was out of gas, and it couldn't burn for a long time. Valentin cursed, threw the lighter into the trash can, and said angrily, "I knew you were going crazy!"
I was usually annoyed by him saying that I was crazy, and I had a fight with him several times because of this, but now that there is no room for me to speak, so I had to go over and laugh, telling him to have a lot of adults, don't be angry with me.
In the end, Valentin thought I was annoying, so he pushed me away, walked aside and said that he had an acquaintance who happened to open a shop nearby, and he usually did tattoos to make a living.I shouted: "Why didn't you say it earlier!" He stared at me and said nothing. When we got there, I realized why he didn't say it earlier.
The sign of this tattoo shop is a fucking milk tea shop, which is crowded at the end of the street and covered in dust.Valentin opened the door and walked in. There was an Asian face standing behind the counter, asking what we wanted to drink. I was wondering why he remembered to drink milk tea, but he said, "I'm looking for Xie Liwan." Then a man came out from behind , strong, about the height of Valentin, with a huge and complex tattoo of "Glory and Death" around his neck.He didn't talk much, and he was not as enthusiastic as Valentin's other friends. After a few words to explain the situation, he lifted the curtain and asked me to come in.
He sat there preparing the ink, and threw me a tattered booklet with photographs and his manuscripts, and let me pick one.I hurriedly said, I have a pattern myself, just ask him to tattoo my upper body.As I said that, I took out my mobile phone and showed it to him. Valentin leaned against the door frame and came to have a look.
As expected, he immediately froze, and suddenly looked up, his face full of astonishment.Xie Liwan looked at me, then at him, without saying anything, and returned the phone to me: "Did you ask someone to draw it?"
I said, "I drew it myself."
I saw Valentin step back and stand against the wall, staring dreamily at the ground.Xie Liwan asked if I wanted him to paint on it or transfer it again. I wanted the exact pattern, so I said it would be transferred.He then asked me what size I wanted and where the tattoo would be. I lifted up my clothes and said I wanted the tattoo on my waist. It would be better to make it bigger so I could see it clearly.
After a while, Xie Liwan printed out the pattern and gestured to me to determine the position. I moved his hand down: "Here, the ribs are the best."
Xie Liwan glanced at me and said, "There will be a little pain near the ribs. How does it feel?"
"He's a guy who screams and yells every time he cuts his hand," put in Valentin.I turned around and winked at him, and he frowned impatiently.I pointed to the pattern and asked him, "Does it look good?"
"It's not good-looking." He said that on purpose, and I was so angry that I was about to rush over, but Xie Liwan held me down and told me not to move.
When Seliwan went back to prepare the needle, I lay on the chair, pulled Valentin over, and whispered in his ear: "Baby, I have tattooed you all over my body."
He was obviously a little nervous, and he exerted a little force on the hand held by me. From the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but glance at Xie Liwan, and muttered: "You get your tattoo, I don't care." He paused for a moment, and asked again: "You Sitting at home all day is doing this?"
"No," I said honestly, "I did it in January."
At that time, I had just met him, and I was probably staying at Mikhail’s auto repair shop every day. He was full of my heart, and I drew all kinds of Valentins, surrounded by people, lying on their backs The one under the car, the one smoking against the fence, but my favorite is Valentin with wings, completely naked, looking at people with cold eyes.At that time, I thought he was an angel, someone I couldn't get, how could I think that I could hug him and call him a baby, and I could have the position to keep him in my skin.
When Seliwan came over, Valentin immediately went to the side and sat down to watch him sterilize and transfer the pattern for me.The buzzing of the machine was very harsh, and the needle started to scratch from the tip of the wing. Seliwan was right, the ribs had no flesh, and it hurt more than other parts, which often made me hold my breath and wait for the needle.However, this kind of pain makes people feel very comfortable, and I just let him become a part of me in one breath.I seldom thought about the meaning of tattoos before. I had an ex-boyfriend, Luo Kaiqi, who was the lead singer of a band. His entire chest was covered with all kinds of things, and his neck was also wrapped around a circle. He even got a tattoo related to me. Figure, asked why, he never said it out, only vaguely said he liked it.Even knowing that there were countless patterns and texts of ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends on his body, I was still shocked at the time. While being moved, I also thought that it was absolutely impossible for me to let another person override and integrate into my own body.
In fact, people who have never seen Valentin will not know that it is him in the pattern. Looking through the horny skin, it is just a puddle of ink, which is no different from the skin with birthmarks.However, birthmarks do not need pain, birthmarks can only express themselves.I think I got Valentin tattooed on my body, not because I am not selfish, nor because I want to have any meaning, I just want to show an attitude-you see, you can always get a part of me.
"Does it hurt?" Valentin said, "See if you don't talk."
Xie Liwan laughed, and I was a little embarrassed: "It's okay, it's okay. It doesn't hurt that much, it's just an ant bite." I lay on the chair and saw him flipping through Xie Liwan's booklet, and suddenly my mind twitched , asked: "Has anyone come to tattoo with you before?"
He glanced over: "No."
Seeing his vigilant eyes, I felt a little unhappy, and wanted to provoke him, so I deliberately said, "No Sophia either?"
"Don't mention that stuff." He frowned again, and turned the page in a hurry, "What is this?"
Xie Liwan looked up and said, "The Chinese characters that have just been washed have become popular recently. We have a new Chinese tattoo artist here, and we have three tattoos today."
He turned a few more pages and kicked me: "Hey, how did you write that word? The one you said sounds a bit like 'Ivan', is it the same as this one?"
I was shocked when I saw the word "薨", he only remembered a cursive initial, and everything was my name, so scared that I even poohed a few times, cursing in my stomach why these psychopaths tattoo everything on their bodies, and quickly put Guan Write it down for him, and tell him not to make a mistake again.
Valentin looked at those pages over and over again, and Xie Liwan said, "Like it? You can ask your friend to think of a word for you." Then he yelled out, and the Asian milk tea seller at the front desk poked around. When the head comes in, he is the new Chinese tattoo artist.
It turned out that the Chinese tattoo artist could not speak Mandarin, and upon questioning, he was an overseas Chinese of Vietnamese origin.He showed Valentin a few samples, and I stretched my neck to take a look, almost biting my tongue—the huge Chinese character "chicken soup" was reflected on the scalp, with complicated strokes and bursting veins, which made me stand in awe.
"Don't get tattooed." I said tremblingly.
"Why?" He stared.I didn't have the nerve to say in front of people, "He doesn't understand Chinese at all, and his tattoos are messy." After holding back for a long time, I said, "Don't tattoo my name."
"You're still tattooing my face!" He was aggressive, and he didn't care if Xie Liwan could hear him. He pointed to the words I just wrote him and said to the Chinese tattoo artist, "Just this one!"
Well, at the end of the day, Xie Liwan's milk tea shop added another Chinese character tattoo template that has been popular recently, and it was included in the booklet; I wrapped my waist in plastic wrap and watched Valentin lift his clothes to take pictures , the mood is very complicated, I want to laugh and cry at the same time; the word is really ugly, it is pitch-black in italics, once the plastic wrap is covered, it will be blurry, the front desk boy has too much paint on it, and he will faint within half a year .
But that’s my character, a strange Guan character, always written as Wan and pronounced as Guan, jokingly used as a girl’s name, few people really care about it, after all, I am also called Jiang Qiwan Jiang Qiguan But for the first time in more than [-] years, someone is willing to let such a strange word be printed on the skin, neatly and almost serious, and the curved edges and corners make me want to cry.
I walked behind him, my eyes were blurred with tears, and my head was dizzy from the sun; I thought, maybe he just wanted it on a whim, maybe he didn't want any meaning, but suddenly I didn't want to care about it anymore; just let him go , he is happy.