"Hey, Brother Han, I haven't finished this one yet, so I'm leaving now? What's the hurry?"

In the mahjong hall, Han Luoqing disregarded the invitation of the old acquaintances, and randomly pulled someone from the side to take his place, his tone was a bit eager, "I have something to do at home, I'll go first! You guys continue to play, all the tea and water charges today. Free of charge for table and table.”

Turn around and leave.

The old customer who was still playing mahjong murmured: "Is there something wrong at home? Isn't Brother Han's house the tattoo shop in the alley? Could it be that someone has gone to the tattoo shop to find fault, this can't be, who would dare to trouble Brother Han... …”

At this time, the man who was closer to Han Luoqing just now said with a mysterious expression: "I heard the voice of a **** the phone."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the mahjong hall was shocked.

"I heard that Brother Han picked up a high school student and served it with delicious food every day. Could it be this female high school student?"

"Ouch, I'm still wondering how Brother Han took in a high school girl so well, it turns out..."

"I saw it last time. Brother Han is precious! But that little girl is really beautiful and tender."

"I thought Brother Han couldn't play, but it turned out that they played at the highest level..."

The topic of a group of people became more and more outrageous, and the sound of playing mahjong was mixed with various laughter.

Nan Yuan stood beside the phone booth, waiting boredly.

Mother Ye stuffed her with too many things, the schoolbag was a little heavy, she didn't carry it, and put it on the ground.

You can't carry heavy things for too long, otherwise it will weigh you down.

All the possibilities that hinder her growing up, she will try to avoid now.

Nan Yuan was even thinking about whether to play basketball in her spare time.

After a while, she heard the humming of the motorcycle from far to near.

Like a gust of wind, it stopped in front of her in the blink of an eye.

Han Luoqing drove the green motorcycle with the most dazzling appearance and the fastest speed. Because he was in a hurry, he didn't even wear a helmet.

The man got off the motorcycle, walked in front of Nan Yuan, looked her up and down, "Ye Siqi, are you alright?"

Nan Yuan was puzzled and asked, "What can I do?"

Han Luoqing's heart, which had been hanging all the way, was released at this moment.

"You... I was a little apprehensive and aggrieved to hear your voice on the phone, I thought—"

Although the latter words were not finished, Nan Yuan understood.

The man didn't know what was going on in his head.

She seemed to only express that she was a little tired and didn't want to walk, and then reported the address for him to pick him up.

With just such a sentence or two, how did he hear the helplessness and grievances?

It's a pity that Han Luoqing doesn't want to be a screenwriter.

After the man next to her made sure that she was fine, he lifted the backpack on the ground and said, "Get in the car."

Nan Yuan sat in the back seat, her nose moved, and asked, "The smell of smoke is very strong. Was it at the mahjong hall just now?"

Although Han Luoqing likes to smoke, he has good self-control and doesn't smoke too much in a day, so the smell of cigarettes on his body is not too heavy, which is still within the acceptable level of Nan Yuan.

If there is too much smoke on his body, it is usually because he has gone to the mahjong parlor.

"I know you despise this smell, but I was in a hurry to change my clothes. I'll take a shower when I get back." Han Luoqing snorted and muttered, "It's really troublesome."

Nan Yuan immediately answered: "You push back, I have to use the bathroom first. I'm sweating on the road and I'm uncomfortable."

"Hey, is that my bathroom or your bathroom, you say you go first, you go first..."

At this point in the tattoo shop, Jiang Suidong and Liang Zuo didn't take business. When the two returned, they were lying on the same bed and fell asleep, snoring one after another.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Suidong opened his eyes with difficulty and glanced at him. When he saw that it was his own, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep, muttering a few times.

"Han Luoqing, is your tattoo shop not doing well?" Nan Yuan asked.

Jiang Suidong doesn't work all day, and he is a serious tattoo artist in the shop.

"50,000 to 60,000 yuan a month in the peak season, and 20,000 to 30,000 yuan in the off-season, it doesn't count as earning money, but I open a tattoo shop because of my hobby. How much money I earn doesn't matter." Han Luoqing's expression was as indifferent as his tone.

Nan Yuan said in her heart: It's okay, she made more money than she thought, she thought it was only a few thousand yuan a month.

In this rotten old alley, it is rare to be able to persist in an interesting thing for so long.

It feels bad to waste time.

Han Luoqing sometimes sits in the mahjong hall, listening to the loud laughter around him, and it seems that he has seen his head at a glance in his life.

Decades later, he is still sitting here, but his face is old and his years are gone.

He went from a young **** to an old bastard.

In this life, he has been mediocre. In this world, he is so small that he will not leave any trace of his existence. After his death, no one in this world will remember him.

This kind of thing can't be thought about carefully, thinking too much will make him restless.

Only when he is immersed in creation can he get a moment of tranquility in his heart, so sometimes, he will close himself in the studio for a whole day.

Occasionally, Han Luoqing would have the illusion that his heart was actually like a dying old man.

Dry, shriveled, and lifeless.

The man who was distracted was suddenly called out by Nan Yuan, and the irritability that had just appeared, immediately hid back into the corner.

"Han Luoqing, teach me about tattooing today, I've been on the sidelines for so many days, I can do it." Nan Yuan said.

When Han Luoqing heard this, he was overjoyed, "Are you playing a family as a tattoo? It's so easy?"

"I'm very cautious. I've been observing Jiang Suidong's tattooing process for a while. If you teach me anything, I'll probably be a teacher."

Nan Yuan paused for a while and added very deliberately, "But if you are busy, I can go to Jiang Suidong."

The smile on Han Luoqing's face was immediately put away, and he said with a stern face: "Don't go to Jiang Suidong, he is not serious."

Nan Yuan didn't hear it and asked him, "Han Luoqing, how is your tattooing skill compared to Jiang Suidong? I don't think I've ever seen you tattooing others."

Han Luoqing's lazy and casual stance could not help but straighten up, and raised his eyebrows to look at her, his expression was a bit sullen, "I taught him his skills, what do you think?"

Nan Yuan glanced at him and said, "I don't believe it, unless you teach me to be as good as him."

"Smart Ye Siqi, do you know how to use aggressive tactics against me?"

Nan Yuan didn't deny it, "So, you promised to teach me? If you don't teach me, I'll find Jiang Suidong."

Han Luoqing: "...Teach. You are not allowed to find him."

Then, he emphasized again, "He is not reliable."

Fortunately, Han Luoqing had already gone upstairs with Nan Yuan when he said this, otherwise, even if Jiang Suidong fell asleep, he would have been able to get up and fight with him.

Is there such a thing as to pit your brother?

In order to pick up the girl, slander the brother? This is too crap!