Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Boss Qiao, I like it.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, the old street gradually woke up from its lunch break. The shops and residences to the east of the pancake shop were intertwined and arranged in no regular pattern on both sides. The end was blocked by an alley. At the intersection was a three-story building, next to a huge ginkgo tree, with branches reaching the second-floor balcony.
The printed black T-shirt was spinning above the green plants and came into close contact with Qiao Zhuo's forehead. He grabbed the clothes and put them on, shuddering from the heat and cursing softly.
The mint leaves were wilted by the sun and their heads were drooping, and all the moisture in the soil had evaporated.
Qiao Zhuoyi picked up the watering can and shook it casually. His forearm was tense, and the Pixiu tattoo on it looked majestic. His right front leg raised its claw towards his fingertips, as if he wanted to pocket the pistachio on the back of his hand.
It was a tattoo the size of a fingernail. When the veins on the back of the hand bulged, it looked like a shell had been pried open, revealing the plump kernel inside.
The direction of the shell opening faces the coffee shop sign projected on the bluestone slab downstairs - a circular frame encircling the two handwritten letters "TD".
White sneakers stepped onto the icon, and a shadow fell. A man in a light blue shirt stretched out his arms to greet people.
Qiao Zhuoyi followed his gaze to the left—
A white-haired old lady turned into the alley, and the red plastic bag in her hand rubbed against the outside of her thighs as she walked.
The man walked over, took the bag, sniffed it closely, and gave a thumbs-up.
I don't know what the two of them said, but the old lady laughed so hard that her eyes were reduced to slits. She looked back every few steps, and her laughter could still be heard even after she walked away.
The man turned around and suddenly raised his head to meet Qiao Zhuo's eyes. He raised his hand, the thin red rope on his wrist swayed, and the corners of his lips raised elegantly.
A drop of sweat slid down his forehead and Qiao Zhuo narrowed his eyes.
Half a year ago, the other party also knocked on Guiyi's door with a similar smile, handed over two bags of fruit, and said that the renovation would start next Wednesday, so he came to say hello in advance and apologized for any disturbance.
Qiao Zhuoyi specially changed the customer's order to Tuesday, but the decoration was suddenly brought forward.
The tattoo was done on the lower abdomen that day. The worker hit the wall with a hammer, and the customer's body trembled violently. The tattoo needle almost pierced the private parts.
The pig-slaughtering scream was still looping in his mind like karaoke. Qiao Zhuo rubbed his ears, turned around expressionlessly, and slammed the door.
Bang--
The fully armed woman slammed open the door of the tattoo shop and yelled, "This damn weather is so hot!"
Xiao Luo, who was behind the computer screen, poked his head out and said hello: "Sister Song, are you here?"
Sister Song responded, taking off her sun-protective clothing, revealing a vest and shorts. Her curly hair was parted, and a blood-red phoenix fluttered its wings on her left collarbone, its matte surface solid. She rubbed off her sandals, collapsed on the sofa, and sighed, "Old Qiao is not afraid of heat. Is he even more irritable today?"
Xiao Luo took a quick look around the small room, shook himself off, and said with a grin, "Well, the landlord said he'd replace the air conditioner, but he said it's been half a month and there's no sign of a new one."
"Can Lao Qiao tolerate this?" Sister Song took out an air cushion and leaned close to the small mirror to touch up her makeup.
Xiao Luo winked and said, "Almost at the top."
He was holding a glass of lemonade. When he walked in front of her, a lot of water droplets condensed on the outside of the glass. "Let it cool down first. I'll go call Brother Zhuo."
"Taking a nap again? The work schedule of an old cadre with a bad temper!" A lot of sweat had dissipated from her body. Sister Song crossed her legs and held a cigarette between her fingers.
Xiao Luo called out "Sister Song" in embarrassment, but no one paid him any attention. The moment the flames ignited, a voice came from the inside - "Pinch it off."
"Tsk, so annoying." Sister Song flicked her wrist, and the scarlet spot fell into the cup, like a patrol boat on the sea. Xiao Luo was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He picked up the cup and shook it hard. The lights of the patrol boat suddenly went out, leaving some ashes.
"Why are you so nervous?" Sister Song waved her hand nonchalantly. "Can he eat you?"
"Why can't we eat it after sprinkling it with cumin?" Qiao Zhuo walked out, palm facing down, and rubbed the tip of his thumb across the other four fingers.
"Brother, I have this piece of meat." Xiao Luo replied.
Sister Song laughed out loud.
Qiao Zhuo glanced at the lighter and said, "Don't come here again."
"No, no, no!" Sister Song stood up. "I was wrong, I was wrong! I won't do it again!"
Qiao Zhuoyi said nothing, applied hand sanitizer, rubbed his hands carefully, dried them, put on gloves, raised his elbows with a cold look, and raised his chin towards the tattoo bed.
Sister Song walked over and said, "You, every time I come here, I feel like I'm on an operating table. Others use embroidery, but you use a tattoo machine like a scalpel—"
"Pfft..." Xiao Luo laughed out loud, then snapped his mouth shut the next second. It was too late. His dear boss glared at him, "Re-disinfect."
"Eh—not really," Sister Song stopped him, "It's not like I'm actually going to have surgery."
Qiao Zhuo looked at her and said, "Then go somewhere else."
Sister Song covered her mouth with her hands, waited for the disinfection to be completed, and then lay down. She clutched the doll beside her and said in a trembling voice, "Um, take it easy."
"If you doubt my skills, just leave." Qiao Zhuo said.
"Oh, wrong, wrong!" Sister Song closed her eyes tightly, "Come on!"
Qiao Zhuo called out to Xiao Luo, who quickly took a few steps over and put on the headphones for him.
This picture was filled with details, and Qiao Zhuo was completely absorbed in it, not even taking a break. As he sweated profusely, he told Xiao Luo to call the landlord and calmly threatened him, "If the new air conditioner doesn't arrive tomorrow, we'll buy it ourselves and deduct it from the rent."
The other party immediately said that he would come early tomorrow morning.
Halfway through the process, Sister Song's eyes were filled with tears again, and she spoke with a nasal tone: "Old Qiao, take it easy."
"Yeah." Qiao Zhuoyi put down the tattoo machine.
Xiao Luo handed Sister Song some snacks. Qiao Zhuoyi opened a lollipop and waited until she had recovered enough. He pushed his tongue against her, puffing up his left cheek, and said, "Continue."
The blood seeped out and was wiped away. Qiao Zhuo drew the lines, inserted the needle, and colored. He turned his neck, adjusted his gestures, and continued.
The clock hand on the wall went around twice more before Sister Song finally heard a heavenly voice—"It's done."
Qiao Zhuo stood up and hit his lower back several times. Hiss, his ears could even hear the cracking sound.
"...wait at least five hours before removing the plastic wrap, and use shower gel to wash after taking a shower...don't do strenuous exercises...and try to stay away from pets..." After taking the photos, Xiao Luo continued to nag about the maintenance details.
Sister Song was only concerned with gazing at the results, and was extremely satisfied: "Old Qiao, tsk, it's a waste of your talent to stay in this small place."
"Listen carefully."
Qiao Zhuoyi leaned against the sofa with his eyes closed and his head slightly tilted back. A buzz cut is the most challenging for facial features. He originally had a delicate and graceful look, but he didn't take care of his appearance. With his stubble and tattoos, he looked like a leader carrying a baseball bat on the streets of a Hong Kong movie.
Sister Song was not afraid of him and said nonchalantly, "Oh, I get it. I'm not a novice."
Qiao Zhuoyi rubbed his wrist and asked, "Who was the one who was almost scratched by the cat last time?"
"Don't worry! I've sent it to my mother for the time being. I'll send it back when the tattoo is fine." Sister Song approached the floor-length mirror nonchalantly.
Qiao Zhuo looked at her through the mirror and asked, "How is things at home lately?"
Sister Song's eyes fell on her collarbone, and after a pause, she replied, "Very well."
Qiao Zhuoyi closed his eyes again.
Xiao Luo handed over the printed maintenance details: "Sister, I also sent you a copy on WeChat."
"Xiao Luo is really careful!" Sister Song took the ointment and said, "Let's go."
Qiao Zhuoyi completely slid onto the sofa. When Xiao Luo left, he just blinked to show that he understood. The door was closed, he turned over, and fell asleep in a daze.
His stomach growled loudly, and the man curled up on the sofa stretched his limbs, got up and went downstairs.
The residents of the old street go to bed early, and most shops close before 9:30. At this moment, you can even hear a few leaves falling from the ginkgo trees.
The light in the corridor had some poor contact, and with a crackling sound, it was completely plunged into darkness.
Qiao Zhuoyi felt a cold sweat on his back. He held onto the handrail and walked down in the moonlight. When he turned the corner, he saw a swaying object emitting green light. He almost fell over in shock. "Shit! What the hell?!"
"Boss Qiao?" "Green Light" raised his head.
Qiao Zhuo recovered and said, "Tan Du?"
"It's me." Tan Du turned on the light behind him, and Qiao Zhuoyi could see that it was his cell phone screen that was glowing green.
"Fund." Tan Du shook his phone. "Did it scare you?"
"No, there is." Qiao Zhuo stepped very hard.
Tan Du smiled and said, "Boss Qiao, why are you so late today?"
none of your business.
Qiao Zhuoyi passed him, went out and turned right. Through the TD window, he could see Tan Du carrying two bags passing by his off-road vehicle and following slowly behind him, probably going to throw away the garbage.
After passing the ginkgo tree and reaching the carport, there was a motorcycle parked alone. Qiao Zhuo got on the motorcycle and turned around, and sure enough, he saw Tan Du throwing the unopened red bag into the trash can.
Every time he accepted other people’s things as if they were some rare treasure, he would throw them away right away.
Qiao Zhuoyi had seen this kind of behavior countless times since he was a child, and the disgust he felt only grew stronger.
With a twist of the throttle, the motorcycle almost brushed past the off-road vehicle.
Qiao Zhuo glanced at the rearview mirror. The owner of the off-road vehicle didn't care about his provocation at all. He was biting the cigarette in his hand with his head down. He seemed to have noticed something, raised his eyelids to look at him, smiled and waved.
boom--
After walking out of the old street and turning two corners, you will reach the smoky bridgehead, where every night snack stall is packed with people.
Qiao Zhuo kept going to Lao Fan's Fried Noodles. The big guy Lao Fan set up a small table for him. "Why are you so late tonight? Are you making complicated pictures again? I told you..."
Qiao Zhuoyi looked at him dimly: "Hungry."
Old Fan spat, stood up, lit the fire, and swung the spatula. Eggs, bean sprouts, and vegetables met in mid-air and fell back into the boiling hot pot, their fragrance stimulated by the fire.
Qiao Zhuoyi sat on a small stool and put a mint candy in his mouth. The lights were bright behind him. He looked over the railing. The river was calm and dark, and the other side had fallen asleep.
The road across was half-lit and half-dark, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and a car stopped.
Steaming hot fried noodles and a paper bag printed with TD were served at the same time. Lao Fan looked up and said, "Hey, Boss Tan is here! What would you like to eat?"
"No," Tan Du said, "my sister-in-law wants beans."
"Oh, you've troubled me to make this special trip. Why don't you just let Xiao Qiao take it with you..."
"I'm busy." Qiao Zhuo waved his hand, "Why are there still flies here?"
"Where did this fly come from!" Lao Fan raised his hand towards the back of his head. Qiao Zhuoyi quickly lowered his head to the right, took out a pair of chopsticks and pressed them against his wrist, while stuffing a mouthful of fried noodles into his mouth.
"Boss Qiao is quite skilled," Tan Du smiled. "I'm on my way anyway, so I put a small bag of new beans in it for my sister-in-law to try. If you like it, I'll bring some back next time."
"Oh, okay! Thanks, wait a minute!" Lao Fan quickly packed a bag of braised food and came back, "Take it home and eat it."
The bag was intercepted halfway through delivery.
Qiao Zhuoyi grabbed the bag and retracted his arm: "He doesn't like it."
"I like it." Tan Du hooked his fingers around the handle, put his palm through it and turned it over, hanging the handle entirely on his wrist.
When Qiao Zhuo raised his eyelids, he saw the other person bending slightly, the eyes behind the lenses were as deep as the surface of the river, and he felt an itch on the back of his hand.
The other person grabbed the bag, as if accidentally touching it, and moved away in just a second, his eyelashes drooping as he looked at him and said, "Boss Qiao, I like it."
The author has something to say:
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My dead ex-boyfriend is here to pick me up?!
The next book I will write is "Double Dogs". If you are interested, please add it to your collection. The text is as follows:
Zhuang Liu stepped on the accelerator and arrived at Qilian Mountains. When he was still more than 30 kilometers away from his destination, his car suddenly broke down.
The wait for rescue was too long. Zhuang Liu was drowsy when he suddenly heard a voice from outside the window - "Gone."
Zhuang Liu didn't dare open his eyes. The voice sounded too much like his dead ex.
"Wait for me to have a bowl of beef noodles, Zhou Chuang. It's unlucky to leave with an empty stomach."
There was no movement outside the window again, and after a while, a strong light suddenly came on.
Zhuang Liu opened his eyes and saw the rescue team's car parked not far away. Under the cover of night, a figure leaned against the front of the car and lit a cigarette.
He hurriedly got out of the car and walked over: "Sorry, buddy, your voice sounds so much like my dead ex-boyfriend, I thought he was here to take me away."
"Really?" the man raised his head. "Are you leaving now?"
Zhuang Liu's feet were nailed to the ground. Damn! This is really a ghost!
(Not supernatural, the attacker is not dead)
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