Tattoo(刺青)

Part 8

Xiao Ke's new love is really cool, he already expected that he has a long way to go. But Mr. Xiao is not afraid. Such things are always more courageous.

Before going to the store on Sunday, he didn't say hello to Zhou Sin. Anyway, he went with Fang Qiwu for good reason. When they passed, there was no one in the lobby, and the little girl last time was not there. In the back, only Lu Xiaobei is playing games and talking with friends.

"Fuck! Someone is behind me! Thirty-five degrees thirty-five degrees! Hurry up!"

"It's awesome, it scared me to death!"

"Shut up and help me up."

Fang Qimiao walked over and Lu Xiaobei couldn't hear the footsteps with the headset. Fang Qiwiao used a corner of his mobile phone to hold his light back of the head and lowered his voice, saying "robbery, don't look back."

"Jiao chicken feathers!" Lu Xiaobei didn't take it seriously, picked up the headset and looked back, saw Fang Qiwiao and Xiao Ke, and said, "Come here?"

"Well, you play first, don't worry." Fang Qiwei said.

"Then you sit there and wait for a while, I'll get things done right away. The little girl in the shop is not here today. I'll make coffee for you later." Lu Xiaobei turned around and played, Xiao Xiao I looked around and didn't see Zhou sin.

He walked over and asked Lu Xiaobei: "Zhou is not there?"

Lu Xiaobei took a moment to look up at him, pointed to his head, and said, "There are several houses upstairs. If you go up, shout and see where he is."

He still spoke so fast, but Xiao Ke still heard it clearly. He patted Lu Xiaobei's shoulder and said, "Thank you, let's play."

Xiao Ke then stepped up the second floor on the concrete stairs. The overall style here is cement and stone. Looking at the original ecology, plus the decoration on the wall and the tattoo equipment on the shelf, it looks cold, but it is cool.

Upstairs is a large area of ​​the tattoo room, where several chairs are placed, and there are a lot more tattoo equipment than downstairs, a whole shelf of pigments.

There were also a few small rooms, Xiao Ke didn't shout at all, because the door of the room was not closed, he had already seen Zhou sin.

It was a studio with several easels on the floor and many pictures hanging on the wall. There are painting tools on the table.

Zhou Sin was sitting on the ground with his back to the door cross-legged, with a drawing board on his leg. The posture of bowing his head made his back a little radian, and the lines of his muscles appeared. There is always a sense of power in this person, Xiao Xiao likes it.

He heard the sound of footsteps turning back, and was surprised at the moment when Xiao Xiao was seen.

Xiao Ke raised his eyebrows: "Good morning, Boss Zhou."

"Okay." Zhou Gui greeted him, holding a pencil in his mouth. Now he picked it off, put down the drawing in his hand, held his hand up on the ground, and stood up.

"You draw your puppet, don't care about me." Xiao Ke stood at the door and didn't go in. His eyes stayed on the paintings one by one. In fact, his layman couldn't understand the painting, but still felt shocked. The power in the painting can Feel it. Most of them are Chinese paintings. A few of the ink paintings have a little bit of color, which reconciles the solemnity. There are also oil paintings and watercolors, as well as sketches and pencil drawings, but not many.

"Did you all paint it?" Xiao Ke asked him.

Zhou Gui said, "Most of them, there are others."

"Did you also write the character?" Xiao Ke pointed to the two characters hanging on the wall. In fact, he didn't need to say Zhou Zhou that he could have guessed it. I don't know why, I feel like it was from his own hands. The sense of power of the rough mine is very close to this person.