i'm not a tattoo

Title: I'm Not a Tattoo

Author: Eucalyptus half

Copywriter:

Wen Yu has always refused to call him a tattoo master.

What he has always done is such elegant things as writing and drawing, but only on people.

What's more, these things have never been his main business, he just finds something to do while looking at that person.

[The copywriter passed out crying in the toilet.

Content tags: supernatural beings

Search keywords: Protagonist: Wen Yu┃Supporting roles: Lu Xuting, Lu Yuanche, Qin E┃Others:

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"What are you going to draw?"

"Senior Wen, I plan to draw a few red roses on my shoulders... um, do you think it will work?"

"Do you usually like to wear red clothes?"

"Well, I usually wear red most of the time. I look white, and people say I look good in red..."

"Let me draw you a blue one. Since ancient times, red and blue have produced CP."

Wearing a white double-breasted jacket and black slacks, the young man stood up and drew a few strokes on the paper with a brush in his hand. He twisted the paper and handed it to the enchanting woman in the red dress and red skirt in front of him. passed.The woman took it with both hands, full of praise: "It's so beautiful, senior Wen, let's go for the blue one, you have really good eyesight."

Standing behind the woman, the young man started to draw without any hesitation or pause. After stopping the pen, he raised his hand to create a mirror of water, so that the woman could clearly see her back: there are vines winding along the curvature of the shoulder blades, A few blue roses bloom quietly, each petal and leaf is lifelike, as if it will tremble slightly in the next second, and the blue color of the flowers is more gloomy than the paper, making her bare back more white.

"Senior Wen, your painter is really superb..." The woman's soft and charming voice was full of admiration, and she slowly approached the boy, but the boy easily avoided it without shame, and said coldly, "Qianqian."

The little girl with a ponytail and a uniform skirt stood between the boy and the girl, smiling brightly: "Here is the bill, fellow daoist, do you want it in cash or by credit card?"

The woman in the red dress bit her lower lip. When paying the bill, her eyes of resentment were almost glued to the boy who was sitting beside him drinking Coke. But Bi Qianqian had been standing between them all the time. She couldn't do anything except pass her eyes over. anything else.

When he went downstairs, the resentment in the eyes of the woman in the red skirt was almost turned into reality. The boy scratched his ear indifferently, and suddenly said: "Please close your forked tongue next time before talking to me, thank you."

The woman in the red dress went downstairs step by step. The high heels made a terrifying noise on the stairs. Bi Qianqian felt that if the stairs hadn't been strengthened with spells, they would have collapsed. The woman walked out of the teahouse without looking back, and the door was slammed shut ——The guest at the door moved his fingers lightly, and the door closed quietly.Bi Qianqian turned her head and saw the young man drinking Coke calmly, she couldn't help but say, "Boss, repairs also cost money!"

The boy glanced at her: "I did all the repairs by myself, and it cost a lot of money."

"Isn't this afraid of tiring you?" Bi Qianqian said this with an indifferent face that was completely inconsistent with the meaning of flattery, "But then again, boss, have you seen his tongue?"

"When I look at her awl-faced face, I feel that my eyeballs are pinched. I can't see her tongue. I can see her tail! Can the little snake monster hide its tongue well?" Wen Yu rolled his eyes, tossed the long hair hanging on his chest behind his back, and took another sip of Coke.

Bi Qianqian shook her head indifferently, and took out a notebook, "The next one is the last appointment for today, dog demon, I want to write on my body."

"It can't be English again..." Wen Yu looked disgusted, "I'm just a brush, I really don't understand what those who insist on me writing in English think."

Just as he was talking, a young man with a thick head and a thick head climbed up the stairs, and after seeing Wen Yu, he walked up happily: "Hi Senior Wen, I want to tattoo a sentence on..." Before he finished speaking, he had already rolled upstairs After landing, the landing posture is not very graceful.The guests on the first floor turned a blind eye, and some of them laughed and said: "I won, and today there are stunned youths! Hurry up, give me money!"

The young man sat in a daze for a while, then got up and patted the dust off his body. The monk who was really Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, and looked around in a daze.The regular customer next to him couldn't see it, put down his teacup and said to him: "'write' and 'painting', both words can be used, but don't say—" He made a "tattoo" mouth shape," This is forbidden."

The young man asked in a daze, "Why?"

The regular customer shook his head and ignored him.

Wen Yu was sitting on the second floor, but he heard what happened on the first floor clearly. He threw the empty Coke can into the trash can in the corner, and said to Bi Qianqian with a disbelieving expression: "This guy has become a husky. So stupid." Wen Yu went downstairs after finishing speaking, and didn't care about the big dog standing in the middle of the road, and went straight to a table of guests: "I told you a long time ago that I run a teahouse It's not a gambling house, let alone betting on my affairs, so I have to get some benefits, fellow daoists?"

Those who lost before gloated, and those who won miserably handed over what they won.

Wen Yu took it over and said with a smile, "Hey, Lingshi, although I prefer cash, thank you all." He broke off a small piece and threw it into his mouth, chewing it, and went out.A group of people showed dreamlike expressions behind him, and one of them murmured, "Although it's not the first time I've seen you, I still feel... so amazing..."

He didn't take the last business order, Wen Yu came out a little earlier, and he wandered around outside the teahouse with his pockets in his pocket.Seeing a group of young white-collar workers working in a nearby office building talking and laughing towards the fast food restaurant nearby, Wen Yu took out his mobile phone to check the time, raised his eyebrows, it was more than ten minutes later than usual , this person must have been detained by the boss again.

The noon sun fell on Wen Yu. Even though he was warm in winter and cool in summer, he didn't sweat or freeze, he was still a little uncomfortable facing the harsh sunshine, so he stopped strolling, and simply stood in the shadow of the teahouse eaves, leaning against the Looking at the wall behind, squinting at the people coming and going.

After a while, a panting man ran over from a distance. Wen Yu looked at the sweat on his forehead and couldn't help but said, "Why are you running, you're not in a hurry."

The man was grinning, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, "You're not in a hurry, I'm in a hurry, I'm still waiting for dinner."

Wen Yu led the people to the teahouse. The first floor, which was bustling before, is now very peaceful. Everyone, young and old, are sitting firmly in their chairs drinking tea, and there are whispered conversations from time to time.

After the two went upstairs, someone asked in a low voice, "Who is that?"

The person on the opposite side glanced at him, but did not answer directly, but replied via sound transmission: "Who else is the human beside Senior Wen?"

The person who asked the question thought for a while with a blank face, and suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment. After maintaining this expression for a moment, he said blankly again: "Who is it?"

The two went directly to the third floor, and steaming meals were already set on the table.

The second floor is specially used for receiving guests who want to paint, and it is spacious and bright, while the third floor is divided into rooms, which are more homely furnished. Both Bi Qianqian and Wen Yu live on the third floor.

Bi Qianqian was sitting on the side playing with her mobile phone. When she saw them coming up, she asked casually, "Lu Yuanche, your boss made you work overtime again?"

The young man who followed Wen Yu up—Lu Yuanche nodded with a wry smile, "There's no way."

Wen Yu sat down at the dining table, "If your boss wasn't your uncle, I would have thought he was putting on your shoes for you."

Lu Yuanche sighed, and sat down at the dining table, "My uncle is really doing it for my own good."

Those who push back the seedlings think they are kind to the seedlings.Wen Yu held these words in his heart.

Although he was indeed venomous, when it came to pulling Lu Yuanche up, this uncle whom he respected and loved very much would still pay attention to his words.After all, he doesn't want to make trouble with Lu Yuanche, and after knowing him for so long, Wen Yu has long been used to automatically turning off the poisonous tongue mode when talking about his only relative.

Lu Yuanche went on talking to himself: "It's so good that I feel terrified, alas, the love of a middle-aged strong man is really unbearable."

Wen Yu was sure that the uncle of Lu Yuanche he had met had absolutely nothing to do with a middle-aged strong man, it should be said that he was a man with a high appearance score.He said casually, "Did you change your uncle?"

"...Humour cells, little Yuyu!"

"Eat by you?" Wen Yu looked at Lu Yuanche.

Lu Yuanche silently picked up the chopsticks.

Before starting to move his chopsticks, Lu Yuanche said: "I haven't finished my work yet, so I have to go back early." After he finished speaking, he started to pick up the rice in a hurry, and almost finished the lunch like a storm.

When Lu Yuanche was eating, Bi Qianqian only moved her chopsticks occasionally, and spent most of the time stunned. Wen Yu ate slowly but concentrated on eating, and when Lu Yuanche choked on him, he gave him a slap on the back in a timely manner. .

Lu Yuanche lay down on the table all of a sudden, finally straightened up tremblingly, and looked at Wen Yu with eyes full of accusations, Wen Yu swallowed what was in his mouth, smiled, "You're welcome." Seeing Lu Yuanche's expression was different, Wen Yu turned stared at him.Maintaining an unchanged smile, he slowly said, "Is that what you mean?"

Lu Yuanche was crying in his heart, but with a distorted smile on his face, "...Yes."

Lu Yuanche left in a hurry after eating, Bi Qianqian said "ah" after he walked out, "He didn't bring any food."

Wen Yu thought for a while, "Then I'll give it to him once."

Bi Qianqian was very surprised