The winter in the northeast is not only very cold, but also dry. The misty white snow is flying around the colorful lights all over the city, and the red lights are like a long dragon spreading to the end. When you look through the hazy car window, the thick ink is so colorful that it makes people feel heart-warming. However, if you look closely, there is nothing under your nose that is not clean and the remaining snow on the curbs, and the little black mud pressed by the wheels.

As the end of the year approaches, the traffic on the road seems to be frozen by heavy snow. It doesn't move a hole for half an hour, so it's so blocked that it's so blocked that it's so hard to carry the car and run away.

The air conditioner was turned on in the car and the folk songs were ringing. I wonder if the folk singer was still singing rock. It was so heartbreaking that people couldn't hear what was saying on the other end of the phone. Song Di turned off the music, held the steering wheel with one hand, looked at the butt of the car that was about to line up in front of him, and said a little impatiently: "It's stuck on the road, and it probably takes half an hour."

He didn't dare to be dissatisfied on the other end of the phone and just urged him. Song Di was the assistant of Fandu's graduate student. He didn't bother to deal with various visitors this day. At this time, he was already dry and he didn't want to talk too much. He said that he knew and hung up the phone.

He turned around and smiled flatteringly, "Boss, there's a traffic jam."

Fan Du on the back seat of the car did not respond, but handed over a thermos cup and unscrewed the cover, which was very considerate.

The hand holding the water cup, the nails were very short, the joints were clearly distinguished, and every inch of the line was full of power.

Song Di thanked repeatedly, raised his head and blew it, and spit it out as soon as he got in his mouth, "Bah! What's this thing?"

The answer was faint, "Lotus seed heart tea."

The bitterness surged from the root of the tongue, implicating every wrinkle on his face. Song Di retching several times, only to feel that his tongue was no longer his own. He frowned, "This is too bitter, why are you drinking this thing? Do you abuse yourself?"

"Reduce blood pressure and remove fat, clear the heart and remove heat." Fandu took the thermos cup, took a sip, and greeted Song Di, "Good thing."

Song Di's smile was filled with bitterness, "You'd better take it yourself."

Fandu took a few more sips before putting away the cup, wearing lotus-white Suwen Zen clothes inside, and a camel-colored cashmere coat outside. The sunglasses blocked most of the face, but they couldn't hold back the eyebrows. There was a small tug behind his head. The colorful lights were cut along the bridge of his nose, as if a modern male model in an old film photo, slowly emerging from his dashing and romantic style.

Song Di handed a business card in his fingers to the back seat, "Didn't you say you want to wash your tattoo? I contacted you, which can be said to be the best tattoo studio. I have been waiting in line until next year. I asked someone to find a relationship and added a tamp to you."

Fandu took the business card and took a look. He wrote in black and white, and only printed the three words "Human Du" and there was no other information.

He suddenly said, "Send me there."

"What?" Song Di raised his voice, and was so excited that he almost kicked the accelerator and hit the butt of the car in front, "Aren't you going to have a meeting?"

"It's not interesting to hear a group of old dishes gangs quarrel." Fandu raised his hand and placed it on the back of his neck, pinched the stiff muscles, and his sunglasses slid down a little from the bridge of his high nose, and a forced gaze appeared in the gap, "You can do it for me."

"It's me again." Song Di was helpless, but he also accepted his fate. He turned the steering wheel and got into the roadside with superb skills. "Okay, who told you to be the boss."

Fandu closed his eyes, and there was a heavy trace under his eyelids.

Song Di did not dare to disturb him, so he turned the music down and drove his car with concentration.

I don't know how long it took, Fandu heard a sound, "It's here." He opened his eyes. The short time just now was not enough for him to take a nap. At this moment, his face was filled with unpredictable fatigue.

He picked up his thermos, opened the door and got out of the car, and said to the cab, "Let's go, don't pick me up."

Song Di honked his horn, "Okay, I'll call you to report tonight."

Fandu looked at the tattoo studio in front of him. The simple door face was not decorated. He just used iron art to make a sign with the words "Human Du" written in the flower-shaped body.

It is obviously a business attitude of "love comes but not love comes".

Fandu walked in, and the girl at the front desk was watching the show with melon seeds. When she saw someone coming, she didn't even raise her head, "I'm full of reservations today, so I won't pick up customers."

Fandu took out the business card from his pocket and handed it over, "I'm here to go through the back door."

The little girl glanced at the business card, then looked at Fandu's face, and shouted to the back, "Boss, someone is here to go to the back door!"

Then the little sister took over the business card, handed over a plate of melon seeds, pointed to the shabby sofa next to it, "Wait, the boss hasn't finished his work yet."

Fandu sat down on the small sofa without taking the melon seeds. The sofa was too small and was a little bent over his long legs.

He closed his eyes and started to sleep. He stayed up late to read the paper yesterday, which was too much energy.

The air of this tattoo shop is filled with a faint smell of sea salt, which is very relaxing.

Fandu did not completely let his spirits be immersed, but left three points for the outside world. He heard the sound of the girl at the front desk getting off work happily, and there was a reminder to check out from behind the curtain.

He opened his eyes and saw a burly man with a naked flower arm covered with plastic wrap, and grinning.

The studio and the front desk were separated by a curtain. At this moment, a young man with an apron and a mask was standing in front of the curtain, staring at Fandu from the air.

The man shaved the ground against his scalp and only had green stubble, with deep eyebrows and eyes. Under his apron was a pure black short-sleeved T-shirt, silently feeling a bit killer, with a knife in his eyes.

This is probably the "boss" that my sister calls her.

Fandu stood up, "Hello, I want to wash a tattoo."

The boss stared at him strangely for a long time, almost until the air was frozen. Then he nodded quickly, lifted the curtain and walked into the studio.

Fandu followed him into the room and saw machines of all sizes inside. There were various tattoo patterns and patterns on the walls, which were messy but self-order.

The boss pointed to a stool and signaled Fandu to sit down and "take it off."

Fandu took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair, unbuttoned the buttons of the Zen clothes, revealing the back of the muscles. This process can be said to be pleasing to the eye.

The attitude of the "boss" is very strange. Without saying a word, his eyes are nailed to Fandu's back like a laser, as if he wants to burn his flesh through.

Fandu untied the steel neck protection and touched the back of his neck. He laughed, "Don't worry about the ones on his back, wash off the ones on his glands."

Nowadays, many young people show that love tattoos some strange patterns on the glands of their back neck. As we all know, glands can be said to be the most vulnerable place for people. Tattoos in this place are like using a knife to your life root, and taking your life as a bet.

Fandu's gland has the word "典".

The boss looked at the tattoo and didn't speak for a long time, and time seemed to have frozen.

Fandu noticed something was wrong and turned his head to look, "Hmm?"

The boss touched the small piece of skin with gloves, and his fingers seemed to stick to the skin. He kept rushing around, and a sound came from behind the mask, "Why should I wash it off?"

"The newcomer becomes an old friend." Fan Du couldn't explain what he was feeling at this moment. He lowered his eyes and smiled, "There is no need to keep it."

He has been back in Haicheng for three years and has searched almost all the city but cannot find Xie Gu.

He completely lost his teenager.

Fandu has almost given up hope, and passers-by have even seen a young man committing suicide by throwing himself into the sea in the port with a child in his arms.

It can be considered... a newcomer becomes an old friend...

The boss suddenly asked him, "Ex-boyfriend?"

Fandu was stunned for a moment when asked, thinking to himself, how did you know that it was his ex-boyfriend instead of his ex-girlfriend?

The next second, he suddenly reacted and grabbed the boss's hand. His body's reaction was much faster than his brain, and he took off the mask on his face in an instant.

Fandu's pupils suddenly dilated and kept trembling, "Thank you..."

The wind stopped at this moment.

A line of tears flowed down Xie Gu's face, and he wiped it away and turned his face silently.

Fandu felt his vision was a little blurred, as if there was a heavy fog.

His brain was frantically reminding him to say something, but at this moment, all the words seemed so blank, and a strong fire broke out in his heart, burning all the oxygen, making him almost unable to breathe.

Xie Gu said first, "Are you back?"

Fandu said "Yes".

After that, the two of them were relatively speechless.

Xie Gu said nothing, pressed Fandu’s shoulder and said, “Sit.”

Fandu's heartbeat has not calmed down yet, and after being pressed so gently, it is showing a tendency to rise again.

He was like a puppet, obeying orders and saying that he would sit down.

Xie Gu put on gloves and picked up the tattoo washing machine.

Fan Du only came to his senses at this time, "Wait!"

Xie Gu lifted his eyelids and looked at him. He had single eyelids. He usually felt like he was disregarding people, and he seemed even more cold and thin at this time.

Fandu regretted it, "I won't wash it."

He wanted to stand up and put on his clothes, but Xie Gu slapped him in place and could not move.

Xie Gu said, "It's too late."

"It's not that easy to leave after entering my door." Xie Gu said coldly, "Besides, there is no need to keep a new friend."

"No..." Fandu opened his mouth to explain. He held Xie Gu's wrist with his backhand and bullied him. However, he found that he could not say anything in front of Xie Gu's face.

What is separated from them is a decade of separation.

The steel neck guard was taken off, and the air was filled with a scent of pheromone. It was a smell that Xie Gu had smelled countless times and was once addicted to.

The smell of tobacco and the nicotine was filled with a faint red wine. He still remembered that Fandu once told him that this was a cigarette exclusive to the Italian mafia. Those suited thugs would light a scattered blood on the night after killing people on rainy nights.

Fandu was nailed to death by Xie Gu's eyes. An extremely subtle pain tore through his nerves and smashed his brain into pulp. He gritted his teeth, but his face gradually turned pale.

Xie Gu looked at him and forced a smile, "Wash it off, don't keep it."

Fandu didn't know what he was feeling at this moment, so he opened his mouth blankly, "...Okay."
Chapter completed!