Xiaoya made a tattoo, right hand, ring finger, snake shape, position of wearing wedding ring.
has no special reason, it is just that it suppressed the rebellion that has been rebellious for more than ten years, and under the teasing of life, it has opened a gap.
That day, she especially wanted a kind of pain, a deep physical pain that could liberate the pain in her heart; she also wanted a kind of collision, a silent but provocative confrontation.
She casually walked into a small tattoo shop on the street, took out her mobile phone and searched for a picture.
"Now, I want this."
When the buzzing of tattoo machine wanders on her fingers, does it hurt? It didn't hurt that much, she could feel a dull partition under her thin skin.
So, the pain is not deep, but the depression in my heart is relieved.
She took a picture and posted it on WeChat Moments, but she didn't write anything.
Someone commented: I’m crazy, take a ballpoint pen and poke it on your finger?
Someone commented: What the hell? Greedy snake?
Someone also asked: What's wrong?
Xiaoya did not reply. The next day, when she arrived at the company, the office " Xiaolingtong " flashed to her computer, dragging her voice and asked, "Hey, what's the matter?"
Xiaoya looked at his eyebrows flying up and down, knowing that he was brewing another gossip.
"Nothing happens, I just like it."
"I don't believe it, tell me, is it a couple's model?"
Xiaoya opens the computer and starts replying to emails, stops talking.
"Xiao Lingtong" knew that he was bored and left.
A month later, the company's new product was released, and dealers from all over the country came. At the dinner, Xiaoya also drank a little wine. A dealer saw Xiaoya holding the wine glass's right hand and handing over a cigarette through two seats.
He laughed and said, "Come on, this is the only one that matches you!"
Xiaoya didn't say anything, just smiled with her eyes and looked at him until she forced her hand to retreat.
Life seems to have not changed much, but in some corners, some small structures are beginning to collapse.
She smelled a little playful in the male crowd.
W always takes customers to bars. When going to KTV, she will also take them with her and ask her to accompany the customers to shake their erotic clothes and drink. The exclusive salesmen of these customers, those girls, just sit quietly next to them, without even saying anything.
2,
When I went home during the Spring Festival holiday, my mother glanced at the tattoo on Xiaoya's finger and ignored her for a long time.
At noon, she still cooked a table of dishes and gently called her to have a meal.
Xiaoya felt guilty. Every joint piece that the snake pieced together seemed to have become a stain on her image of a good girl. She even wanted to take a file to file the skin flat.
At the dinner table, my mother finally couldn't help saying, "What a girl's house, what do you do if you tattoo it?"
Xiaoya bit her chopsticks and whispered, "I'm sorry..."
Mother stopped talking, just picked up food for her in the bowl.
The day after I arrived at home, my aunt and aunt started to come to my house.
"XXX's son works in IT in Beijing and makes a lot of money a year..."
"XXX's family settled in Shanghai and opened an accounting firm. They wanted to find a daughter-in-law in their hometown to know the truth..."
"Let's meet them all?"
Whenever they meet, Xiaoya is not rejected at all.
is nothing more than walking from one street to another, from one cutscene to another.
Those boys will insert tattoo topics during chatting. They don’t want to show that they are so deliberate, but in fact they are deliberate.
The snake was trampled on that fair finger, looking like an emotional stain.
They want to hear the story behind this snake, but they don’t want the story of this snake, and they don’t believe that this snake has no story.
Asked a lot, Xiaoya prepared a set of rhetoric: If I can't meet my ideal soul mate in this life, I won't plan to get married. This tattoo is the ring I gave myself.
3,
On the morning of the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, my second uncle called and said that his comrades-in-arms son had returned from Chongqing. The family had money and power, so he wanted to take Xiaoya to see him.
car was waiting on the side of the road. When I got on the bus, my aunt couldn't wait to tell Xiaoya that the boy's father was the second-in-command of the Education Bureau and he also took the position of director of the teaching director at the county high school. The boy graduated from a prestigious university and is now an executive in a Chongqing branch of a certain company. His conditions are very good in all aspects. But, this boy doesn't like to talk and delays himself. He is in his 30s and has no good partner yet.
Xiaoya smiled: "What are you afraid of if you don't like to talk? You're not a mute anymore."
Just as the distance between laughter and chatting, my aunt saw Xiaoya's hand and her smile immediately collapsed.
"Zhang Xinzheng, look at her hands, how do you go to see someone?" My aunt's tone was filled with the winter wind.
The second uncle suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at Xiaoya's hand.
"When did it happen? I haven't returned from the Spring Festival last year!"
"I just tattooed this year." Xiaoya felt nothing wrong.
Second uncle parked the car on the side of the road, lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and threw it on the ground, "If you don't learn it, learn this from others!"
He went to the shop on the side of the road to buy a pair of women's gloves and threw it to Xiaoya, "Take it with you, don't pick it if you go later!"
Meeting place was in the office of the boy's father. It was the winter vacation, and the school was empty.
The boy's father is like the teacher director of all schools. His spine is straight and his eyes are sharp, giving people a feeling of being arrogant without anger. The boy's mother has a pair of hanging eyebrows and slightly bent eyebrows. Wang Xifeng is the same, but it is thicker than Wang Xifeng's, so it looks difficult to mess with.
Adults were sitting around the tea table, chatting and reminiscing about the past, and the boy sat opposite her next to the small tea table.
The boy poured Xiaoya a glass of water and sat down again. No one spoke. In order to cover up the embarrassment, Xiaoya could only drink water continuously. As soon as the water in the cup in front of her was empty, the boy opposite immediately stood up and continued. In order not to get him up and sit down frequently, as attentive as a waiter in the teahouse, Xiaoya held the cup in her hand and stopped putting it down.
The hot hot water emitted heat through the thin wall of the cup, and the palms began to sweat.
Following my second uncle's arrangement, the gloves were not taken off throughout the whole process. Xiaoya had to take off her gloves while using the bathroom to get some ventilation.
4,
0 Xiaoya tried to find a topic. The boy opposite opened his mouth and closed it again. It was obvious that he was very anxious. He should have a lot of things to say in his heart, but he couldn't express it, so sweat instead of words and came out first.
Xiaoya took a few tissues and handed them over, signaling him to wipe his sweat. At this time, the boy's mother spoke: "Our Jia Huiyu has been a three-good student since she was a child. She devoted herself to studying. Our tutoring is stricter. Not to mention falling in love, she has never talked to girls, so he is a little nervous."
Xiaoya looked at the banners all over the wall and suddenly felt sad for the boy. He should be the beautiful girl tattooed on his parents' face, but now it is like a wound.
. The adults chatted with themselves. They only learned about her from their second uncle's mouth, but they couldn't come to ask her in person.
Xiaoya feels it’s a bit like selling animals.
But from my second uncle's slightly bent back, she realized that this might not be as fair as the livestock's sale, and more, it was like giving it to her.
Thinking of this, Xiaoya felt sad too.
She said, “Go out for a walk."
Leaving the parents' sight, the boy became much more natural. He kept apologizing and said, "I'm sorry, I haven't dated a girl before, I'm really too nervous. "
Now Xiaoya asks a question, and he can answer a question. If Xiaoya doesn't ask, he doesn't say anything.
When he turned to the second round of the playground, he finally finished asking all the questions like the interviewer. Xiaoya didn't want to ask anymore. She looked around and wanted to find something else.
The winter sun seemed too cautious, the leaves were gone, the fake lawn on the playground was filled with a false new green. Whether it was the scenery in front of her or the place where she looked at the distance, she was just as decadent and had nothing to see. She felt that her current situation was as boring as the scenery of winter.
Xiaoya didn't want to talk anymore, she just walked around the playground, and the boy was not far from her right 30 cm Following it, he never dared to walk to the side by side.
I don’t know how long it took, and a woman’s “rattle” laughter came from the teaching building, and then their figures appeared at the end of the steps.
Xiaoya looked at them with a smile on their faces and walked down the steps step by step. The men held each other’s shoulders, the women held each other’s arms, and then the second uncle bent down to close the car door for them and said goodbye.
Xiaoya guessed that the second uncle’s deal was settled.
