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Chapter 158 "Tattoos"

At night, shortly after Shen Jiu packed the two of them up for sleep, the noisy cell phone rang suddenly.

Wen Ye vaguely heard Shen Jiu's serious answer, and knew it in his heart, so he opened his eyes to look at him with effort.

Shen Jiu hung up the phone, put his hand on Wen Ye's waist, and slowly rubbed it to relieve her fatigue gently.

Wen Ye raised his eyes to look at him, smiled softly, then closed his eyes half-closed as if he was extremely tired, and his voice was hoarse, like the residual aftereffects of overuse, "I'm fine." She said softly.

"Brother, pay attention to safety." Wen Ye never forgets to remind him every time he leaves.

This time and time again, it seems to have become a habit, but also seems to have become an obsession.

There was a silent sigh in the air, Shen Qiao lowered his head, looking for Wen Ye's tongue to suck kisses, comforting him little by little.

Then, after all, he left in a hurry in the half-dark night.

In the second half of the night, although Wen Ye was sleepy and tired, he couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he tossed and rolled.

I'm going to lose sleep again.

The weakness of the body is slowly recovering, Onno perceives the passage of time through the intensity of the light outside the window.

Because I didn't sleep all night, my eyes were slightly red when I woke up in the morning.

Wen Ye didn't rest well, the exhaustion brought by her body made her mentally heavy all day.

It lasted for a long time. From Wen Ye's concept of time calculation, she could only get along with Shen Jiu for a few days every three or two months.

"Floating clouds face the dew, and the stars and frost move repeatedly."

Wen Ye polished these words on the page with the pen tip, secretly sighing that it really is like this.

It was deep winter again, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Wen Ye was lazily wrapped in a thick blanket and sat on the newly added beanbag sofa, the whole nest was sunk in the deep cotton, because it was too comfortable, he felt a little sleepy.

This is the first snow after the year, and Shen Jiu just returned from vacation a few days ago.

As long as Shen Jiu is not around, Wen Ye is always unable to cheer up when he is not studying and working.

Even when she was learning to read and work, she seemed like a robot, losing her human spirit.

She felt like her illness was getting worse.

Once, he almost couldn't hold back his secrets in front of Shen Jiu.

Wen Ye put down the book in his hand, closed his eyes calmly, and waited for a long time before he suppressed the nausea gushing out of his throat.

There are still a few days to start school, and this is Onno's last semester at the school.

Her plan to graduate two years ahead of schedule was undoubtedly about to succeed.

Although it is a lot of work, it is worth it.

Due to the exertion, Wen Ye's fingers pinching the pages of the book turned slightly white, and the corners of her eyes were a little wet from the feeling of vomiting under pressure.

Wen Ye exhaled lightly, and casually wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers.

My heart feels much more comfortable.

However, this short-lived comfort was only for a while, Wen Ye suddenly dropped the book, and she grabbed the cotton and linen fabric of the lazy sofa under her body with her fingers, trying to suppress the nausea.

This time it lasted for a long time. When she collapsed on the sofa exhausted, her forehead was covered with sweat.

Wen Ye took a long breath, rested for a while, and then struggled to get up.

Because of the lack of strength, his steps were a little sloppy, but he finally reached the bathroom safely.

She sat on the chair in front of the washstand, her arms rested weakly on the washstand, her head resting on her arms, panting softly.

Taking a sip of cold water in his mouth to rinse his mouth and repeating it several times, Wen Ye felt that all his strength was about to be exhausted.

The ends of her eyes were red and moist, and when she looked out of the empty door, she felt desolate and painful in her heart.

She really got sicker.

What should I do?
Wen Ye grasped his thin white fingers tightly, but the tip of his heart was trembling with fear and fear.

With trembling fingers, he opened a small drawer under the washstand, hesitated for a while, and then stretched out his arms to grope for it. After a long time, he finally found it——

A black signature pen.

Half an hour later, there seemed to be a faint smell of rust in the living room, and Wen Ye, lying on the corner of the sofa, had already fallen asleep.

Her back and legs were exposed to the air, and the heels of her legs were carefully and conscientiously wrapped with a layer of gauze, and the rose on her waist seemed to bloom more vividly.

A week later, Onno went to the same tattoo parlor again.

Lin Yi, who was following her, was slightly puzzled, but he didn't think too much about it, thinking that even a top student had such a unique preference.

However, what he didn't know was that Wenye didn't go there this time to get a tattoo.

"What? Little girl, did I hear correctly? You want to be an apprentice?"

Wen Ye seemed a little embarrassed, with a bit of embarrassment and embarrassment in his gentle eyebrows and eyes, but his tone was still firm, "Master, I can pay the tuition fee. You only need to pay me some basic steps and operations. I'm just curious and want to play around."

The tattoo master is a 27-year-old young man. Hearing this, he nodded in understanding.

Quite a few young people also have this hobby, but it's just for fun.

He was still holding the list in his hand, and the room was still waiting for guests, which seemed very busy.

"Okay, I'll give you the fracture price, 5000 yuan, half a month, if you think you can accept it, come with me."

This price and time limit are definitely making things difficult.

Wen Ye hesitated, "Can it be cheaper, master?"

"Will love come?" The tattoo master was very impatient, so he lifted the curtain and went inside.

Wen Ye is not without money, her part-time translation work is enough for her to live, not to mention that she herself is enrolled free of tuition fees, and the school will also provide monthly subsidies.In addition, there are many scholarships and competition bonuses.

Every amount of Wen Ye's money will be carefully recorded. She is not a person who likes to spend money, but she always feels that she is very poor, and poor people can't afford to support Shen Qiao.

Wen Ye sat at the side with his head down, biting his lips and thinking, and more than an hour passed by accidentally.

When Wu Shuyi came out, he washed his hands and disinfected them. When he looked back, Wen Ye was still sitting there.

"Really want to learn?" Wu Shuyi asked with an electronic cigarette in his mouth.

Wen Ye came back to his senses when he came out, and nodded seriously when he heard the question.

Wu Shuyi seemed very irritable, he asked fiercely, "What's the price in your mind?"

"5...1000." Wen Ye wanted to say 500, but thought that the number of tattoos here is almost the same, so he wisely added 500.

As a result, Wu Shuyi rolled his eyes when he heard this, pointed at the door, and said in a bad tone, "Little girl, go back and study hard, don't be blind...thinking about it every day."

It is estimated that this person still had the last trace of kindness in his heart, so he stopped the swear words he was about to utter in front of Wen Ye who looked like a little fairy.

"The minimum is three thousand, one week, if you don't accept it, go away."

Seeing that he seemed to want to push someone away, Wen Ye struggled for another 5 minutes and agreed.

But despite this, Wen Ye still carefully arranged the "seven days" study courses according to his own schedule.

Across the time limit, it has been nearly a month.And mostly on weekends.

Wu Shuyi: "..."

　I am too diligent today, I will update this meeting, it’s only two o’clock in the afternoon, boast about it, hee hee (˙︶˙)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)