Chapter 37 Chapter 37 "Get up and eat osmanthus mooncakes." ...
"Dian Heng, Director Dian, the director of the new tattoo show I told you about before..."
"I said I won't participate." Qiao Zhuoyi interrupted by closing his eyes.
The water in Xiang Yuan's ears connected to his mouth, and a series of bubbles popped out.
"The theme of this tattoo artist selection is tribal totems. You did an excellent job, and they're interested in you. The director came in person to discuss it, and he's so sincere. You should consider it. Oh, my signal is not good... beep beep beep—"
Beep beep beep——
Qiao Zhuo stared at the phone for three seconds, snorted coldly in his chest, and sent the man into the small dark room.
He looked at the other person in the room and said, "I'm not participating in the show, so I won't send you off."
Dian Heng glanced at Guiyi several times, then said with his hands behind his back, "You participated in all three tattoo exhibitions last year, and received rave reviews every time. You're known as a dark horse."
Qiao Zhuoyi leaned against the door, silently pretending to see the guest off.
"You have tattoos of mythical beasts in every game, but I think the one you want to express most is the last one." Dian Heng said firmly.
Qiao Zhuo looked at him.
"Xiezhi, you can tell right from wrong." Dian Heng's eyes focused on his face. "Experts know the ins and outs. You're an expert in the tattoo industry, and I'm an expert in producing programs. I started planning this program two years ago, but someone else got there first last year. From an outsider's perspective, it's a thriving show, and the contestants are both charming and talented..."
He said with a half-smile, "I can see through that trick at a glance. To praise the person in his hands, he criticized the tattoo artist who integrated traditional cultural elements, saying that he was neither fish nor fowl..."
Qiao Zhuo slowly clenched his palm into a fist.
Dian Heng glanced at him and continued, "A blacksmith must be strong himself. I've been doing this show for so many years, and there are only two types of masters. The first type is those with real talent, who thrive on traffic. The second type is those who just brag. Regardless of whether they have the ability or not, some people just brag..."
"Tattooing is still a rather unconventional profession for most people. Even if you don't care, there is a program that lifts the veil of mystery...
"Our show aims to showcase the charm of tattoos and will have different themes. It is not a competitive show.
"I've done some intangible cultural heritage shows before. If you have time, you can take a look at them. I believe Boss Qiao will be able to judge whether they are gimmicks or sincere works..."
Having said this, Dian Heng looked at him and waited for a reply.
"Are you done?" Qiao Zhuo knocked on the door.
"This is my personal contact information," Dian Heng said, leaving his business card. "Boss Qiao, you can contact me anytime."
After closing the door, Qiao Zhuoyi leaned against it with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.
The phone rang again. It was the number he had called several times today. His eyes were deep. He turned the phone to silent mode and threw it on the sofa.
After walking around the room a few times, Qiao Zhuo took out the picture and practiced on the fake leather.
When I got to the eyes in the middle, I thought of those clean eyes again, with the tails slightly upturned...
He shook his head and looked up to find that it was dark and the street lights were flickering. His body was awakened and a feeling of hunger suddenly emerged.
A car stopped downstairs, his eyebrows moved, and he hurried out.
Not off-road.
"Xiao Qiao," Grandma Xu called him, "Why haven't you gone home yet?"
"I'll be back soon, Grandma Xu." Qiao Zhuo replied.
"Young man, these are my grandchildren!" Old Man Guan pulled the two young people over and proudly introduced them. "They work in a big city!"
"This is Xiao Qiao, the owner of the tattoo shop." Grandma Xu glared at him with a smile.
The two young men greeted each other with a smile.
Qiao Zhuo nodded.
The girl looked at him a few more times, and the boy nudged him lightly: "Have you seen enough?"
The girl pretended to kick him, and the two of them pushed each other into the house. The girl muttered, "Don't you think this guy looks familiar?"
"Every handsome guy looks familiar to you."
"Guan Chengyu, are you itching for trouble?" the girl yelled.
Guan Chengyu...Oh, it's the crying little Yuer.
That girl should be Guan Chengmu.
Qiao Zhuo hesitated for a while before going downstairs.
There was no light from inside the TD glass door, and no TD projection on the bluestone slabs. Without people, the cafe was lifeless, as if it had gone bankrupt.
The first floors on both sides of the old street were mostly dark, but the second floors were brightly lit, as if bursts of laughter could be heard from the buildings in the sky from time to time.
“Hey!”
Qiao Zhuo looked over when he heard the voice and asked, "Calling me?"
"Is there anyone else here?" Old Man Guan scoffed at him, "Come here!"
As Qiao Zhuo walked over, a bag was stuffed into his hand.
The other party didn't even look at him, and said with a stern face: "It's a day like this, don't you know how to go home early? Hurry up and go!"
Qiao Zhuo touched the outside of the bag with his finger. It was hot. He sniffed and softened his tone, "Amaranth cake?"
"You have a very sensitive nose!" Old Man Guan looked at him.
Qiao Zhuo drooped his eyelids. This was Old Guan's specialty. He tightened his fingers and lowered his head, saying, "Thank you, Master Guan."
Old Man Guan was a little surprised and said awkwardly: "No need!"
Qiao Zhuo pinched his palm and raised his eyes to reply: "I mean to say thank you, Grandma Xu."
"I did it!" Old Man Guan raised his cane, "You young man are really..."
"Annoying?" Qiao Zhuo raised his wrist. "Why don't you take it back?"
"Are you trying to piss me off?" Old Man Guan tapped the ground with his cane.
"Grandpa—eat—"
"Here you come!" Old Man Guan glared at him, "Get out of here! There's always room for profit! Young people these days..."
The joy of reunion made the old man energetic, and the dim light brought out some of his youthful appearance.
Qiao Zhuo coughed lightly and smiled: "Get out of here now, and have your meal."
"Um--"
Qiao Zhuoyi sat on the motorcycle and finished the pancake while it was still hot. He hadn't eaten it for many years, and it still tasted the same, but it was only enough to fill his teeth.
The moon was rising, Lao Fan had not yet set up his stall, and the restaurant at the bridgehead had closed early. Qiao Zhuo was worried about his blanket, so he had to go home first.
He leaned back on the sofa, looked at the blanket where Chi Dehuan was eating, and said with a sour tone: "It still has to be you."
Blanket looked up at him, then buried his head and continued eating.
This dog food was bought by someone who never set foot in the villa again after his modeling career ended.
I just told him to take care of his own business first, it's his fault for disappearing!
A tattoo competition was broadcasting on TV. Qiao Zhuo threw a pillow at Xiang Yuan's face, stood up, took out a box of beer from the cabinet, and rummaged through the freezer for a long time.
Blanket, having eaten and drunk his fill, slowly came over and licked his hand. Only then did he remember that stainless steel ice cubes were used to remove fishy smells.
Back in the living room, I found two bags of peanuts on the table under the coffee table.
Oh, this was also left by that Smiling Tiger. He said that he felt too stuffy after drinking alcohol without any snacks that night, so he bought two packs so that he can use them next time he drinks.
"Next time... humph." Qiao Zhuo sneered, "You don't keep your promise!"
clatter--
A ball rolled to his feet.
“Woof——”
"Ancestor, I don't have the energy to play with you, and I haven't eaten yet." Qiao Zhuo touched his pocket. Tsk, the phone is still lying on the sofa.
He dialed from a landline instead.
"Who is it?" Fan Quan answered the phone. The background noise was very noisy.
"Me, are you setting up your stall?" Qiao Zhuo asked.
"Xiao Qiao..." Fan Quan raised his voice, saying "my good brother" to someone unknown, and then shouted, "What do you want from me?"
“You didn’t set up a stall?”
"Why set up a stall these days?" Fan Quan said, "In your sister-in-law's hometown..."
"Oh, I'm hanging up now."
After Qiao Zhuo hung up the phone, the other party came after him again after a while. He must have been a little more sober and found a quiet place.
"What's wrong Joe?"
"It's okay, eat yours."
"Didn't you go to your sister's place?" Fan Quan asked.
"No." Qiao Zhuo replied, "They are out of town."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Fan Quan said, "I just left this afternoon. You can come with us to have some fun!"
"That's nothing," Qiao Zhuo scoffed, "Okay, get busy."
"Have you had dinner yet?"
"I ate it." Qiao Zhuoyi replied immediately.
"Tsk, you're asking me if I've finished eating yet," Fan Quan laughed. "Wait, I'll have someone deliver it to you. But what's wrong with your number? Where's your phone?"
"I left it at the store. No need to bother, I can do whatever I want..."
"What a memory!" Someone on the other end called out to Fan Quan again. He responded and said hurriedly, "Don't be careless! How can we be careless on this day? Half an hour, it's almost here! Don't eat anything! Just wait patiently! Hang up!"
After Qiao Zhuo hung up the phone, he lay back on the sofa with peace of mind, letting one arm hang down and feeling the furry warmth.
I lay on the blanket beside and looked out the window. The moon seemed to pour out milk, flooding the treetops. The silver-glowing leaves shook in the breeze, mocking the lonely human beings.
“Woof——”
Half an hour later, dinner arrived on time and Blanket rushed over to pry at the door.
As soon as Qiao Zhuo got the food, he called Fan Quan back.
"What are we saying thank you for, brothers? Eat now! We'll have another drink when I come back."
"no problem."
The dual effects of carbohydrates and alcohol knocked the owner of the house down, and the sofa pillows seemed to still have a mixed aroma of grapefruit and coffee, making people drowsy.
Qiao Zhuo seemed to hear the sound of a door opening in a daze. He woke up suddenly and went to the door with some expectation, but the door was empty.
I guess he was in a hurry to eat and didn't close the door tightly.
His heart felt like it was weightless and plummeted in pain. He smiled bitterly and kicked the blanket.
Blanket walked over with his tail wagging, closed the door with his front paws, and ran back excitedly to ask for praise.
"Awesome." Qiao Zhuoyi muttered halfheartedly, turned around and went back to sleep.
Four children were hiding under the stage, chewing candied haws and laughing. Two of them were suddenly dragged away.
In the cold surroundings, some people were crying and some were cursing.
I don’t know who is still beating the drums, the sound of it is so annoying.
In the blink of an eye, a sweet-scented osmanthus tree was rustling down, and a little black dog was shivering under the tree. He walked over quietly and reached out his hand tentatively.
The puppy put its head under his palm. The warm touch made his eyes sore and tears suddenly fell.
"Blanket." Qiao Zhuoyi gently held its paw.
"Boss Qiao?"
Who is speaking?
The puppy tried to pull its paw back, but Qiao Zhuo quickly clenched it.
"Boss Qiao."
The claws scratched at his palm.
Um?
Qiao Zhuo opened his eyes a little.
The person in front of him was tall and graceful. He held one hand and raised the other hand to shake it. He said with a smile: "Get up and eat osmanthus mooncakes."
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