My name is Ling Mufeng and I am a professional tattoo artist. Living in a society full of local tycoons and soaring prices. Everyone is amassing wealth by all sorts of legitimate or improper means. Most of them are in a hurry, and working hard to make money can make their lives better for themselves or their families. But they didn't stop to look at the scenery that passed by.
And I'm a lucky person. Have a nice wife and a lovely pair of kids. Family life can also be regarded as a well-off life. At least my family and I didn't run around to make ends meet.
In 2020, I graduated from the Arts and Crafts Department of Sichuan Academy of Fine Arts. Everyone also knows that such a profession, if you want to find a career with a stable income, you must have the support of nobles. So I started an advertising design workshop with a few friends.
After a few years of hard work, in a bustling underground mall, I opened a tattoo shop myself. I started my days of working my own. I run projects such as tattoos, eyebrow tattoos, lip polishing, covering scars, modifying tattoos, and more.
Under the care of the big brothers and little brothers, big sisters and little sisters, the income at the end of the day is still considerable. Doors are open daily at 8am until 6pm. As usual, the customers of the underground mall have left, and the surrounding shops have closed one after another. After cleaning the shop, I slowly packed up the tattoos on the table and prepared to close the door and go home.
At this moment, a low greeting came from the door: "Hello, Teacher Ling!"
I turned my head to see a woman with big eyes and a round face standing in front of the shop. Somewhat timidly looked at the shop.
(Off-topic: The lights in the underground mall were almost turned off, and the lights in my shop were brighter.) So in the strong
Under the bright light, the woman's eyes were large and dark. I prefer girls with big eyes. I stopped
The action, enthusiastically replied: "Hello, what can I do to help you?"
The woman still said with some trepidation, "That... This..." He said and looked around,
Although there are no people around anymore. I knew this woman might have something hard to say.
So I said softly, "Come and sit down and drink a glass of water." Say something slowly, don't be too nervous."
She sat down with her head down,
Use the paper cup in your hand to suppress the tension in your heart. I continued to say softly, "Don't be nervous, there's nothing to be afraid of with a tattoo." Say something and see if I can do it."
After a short silence, the woman took a sip of water and finally plucked up the courage to say, "I think... think...... Press the thighs to tattoo."
After saying this, she lowered her head even lower. You can imagine how red her face is at the moment. So I said to her:
"There's nothing shy about that either. I have several peers who are women. I'll call them and ask them to come over and get you a tattoo."
But she said, "No, Master Ling, I know your tattoo technique is very good." A friend of mine got a tattoo here. She introduced her."
"Oh," I replied, "who is your friend?"
"My friend's name is Zhao Lingling, my name is Tan Yan." I thought for a moment, "It was her."
Zhao Lingling is a very crazy girl, who came out of the society before graduating from junior high school. Work at a KTV. Crazy all day. I've had a tattoo on my side. In my vague memory, she tattooed a bright red on the shoulder of her left breast
The rose. Later, he tattooed a butterfly pattern on his leg.
"No problem, what kind of pattern do you want to tattoo?" I said and handed her a magazine with a complete collection of tattoos. She didn't take the magazine but at me
He said, "I want to tattoo a five-colored butterfly."
"Well, okay, you see it's a little late today, and the tattoo needs to be prepared for a while." Can you find another time?" I say. "Well, I'll come when I'm off on the weekend."
She said and got up and walked outside, "Teacher Ling, goodbye!" "Goodbye!"
Fast forward to the weekend (Friday to be precise) and I am getting ready to take a nap as usual after lunch.
(Because there were almost no customers in our store at this time, everyone was busy going to lunch.) Peak customer periods are around 10 a.m. and between 3 a.m. and 5 p.m. The phone rings, one
Strange numbers come into view. "Hello, which one?" "Hello, Teacher Ling, I am Tan Yan."
"It was you, did you want a tattoo?" "Well, are you busy right now?" I'll come in a minute."
I replied: Okay, there may not be any business in the afternoon, you wait for me at the exit of the mall, I will arrange the shop and come.
"Okay, we'll see you later."
After hanging up, I called one of my brothers, "Hadron, I have something to do this afternoon, you come and help me see the shop." (Hadron is a peer and friend of mine.) Sometimes I would help him look at the store when he had something to do. ）
When the hadron came, I went to the exit, and I saw her standing there quietly in the distance
Today she wears a black tweed coat and a thin black sweater with a larger style (no waist, straight leg). He wears a pair of plus-size pants with a straight black leg. He wears a pair of black semi-high heeled leather shoes.
I couldn't help but wonder, "Why does she like to wear black clothes so much?"
But seriously, the black set really suits her, making her look more temperamental and attractive, with big eyes and a baby face. Imagine what it is
What a look. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting." I stepped forward and said.
Nothing, and I didn't wait long." She responded politely.
So I said, "Let's go, go to my other 'workshop.'"
(Note: There are too many people in the underground mall, and you can only tattoo some places.) To protect women's privacy, I'm at one
On the 10th floor of the building, a two-bedroom and one-bathroom suite was rented, and a set of related tattoo equipment was prepared in front of the tattoo studio. Of course, health and other conditions are absolutely in line with the national quality inspection standards. The inspection is passable. ）
Along the way I learned that she was born in '84. A fashion store was also opened in an underground mall.
I relieved her tension and kept telling her jokes. She slowly became less restrained, with me
Talk more, too. Sometimes I laugh out loud from time to time. So we came to the studio on the 10th floor. I said, "Take a break, here are some of the butterfly patterns I've drawn by hand, and you can see which ones you like." I'm going to prepare the preparation tool." After handing over a manuscript, I turned and entered the house.
After a few minutes, I came out and said, "Miss Tan, get ready, are you ready?" Upon hearing this, she began to get nervous again
Come, the face also turned red. So I said, "Don't be nervous, just be your sister."
She burst out laughing when she heard this. "Yes, you won't be nervous when you smile." "By the way, what kind of butterfly pattern did you choose?" She pointed me to a few patterns. In my opinion, she is still very discerning, and the butterflies she chooses are more flowing. "Tattoo a butterfly in your private part?" "Isn't one a bit monotonous?"
she asked. "Yes, I think it would be nice to have a red rose and a little butterfly."
So I drew my imaginary group picture with a pencil in my hand, and then filled it with the corresponding color. The whole picture has undergone a qualitative change. She quickly agreed with my idea.
"Then put your pants back and lie down on the bed." I said to her. She turned around a little shyly and slowly withdrew her pants. A pair of snow-white and smooth thighs came into my eyes. Her thighs were a little thick, and it was no wonder that she was wearing black clothing in order to look thin.
Go to the bed and lie down. Hands are still habitually placed there. I smiled and said, "How do I do that?" Upon hearing this, she took away her hand with difficulty. I adjusted the position of the lights, and to ease the embarrassment, I said, "Let's talk about your romantic history with your boyfriend." Speaking of this, she seemed to be a little sad and forgot the temporary tension.
I'm not pretty, and I'm a little fat. Now men like slim, used to play one later because I was fat and I was divided
Hands on." I said comfortingly, "He doesn't know how to cherish you, and there will be better ones waiting for you." Then
I put an anesthetic ointment on her leg. And continued to chat with her. After 2 hours of work, the first tattoo was basically over. She also felt a slight pain. I said, "Basically the tattoo is done, and I'll look good for you after a few days of recovery."
She got up and got out of bed and looked in the mirror and said, "Teacher Ling's skills are really good, even better than I thought, thank you."
Customer satisfaction is my greatest support." This is, she has no previous nervousness at all, and turns around in the mirror to look at it, showing a satisfied look. I looked in the mirror and she said casually, "Aren't you fat?" When she heard this, she habitually pulled up the thin sweater on it: "You see, there is a lot of meat on the belly." There is some extra flesh on the stomach, a few round circles. But definitely not the fat one, at least the skin is very white.
In the days that followed, I finished my work and talked to her about many aspects of life.
But I didn't make any more unreasonable demands. Now she has lost weight successfully and become a veritable goddess,
Also met her Prince Charming. Leave the city and go out into the country to enjoy her happy life. And all that's left of me is the little secret between us.