Famous singer Xander Xi was photographed with a tattoo on his lower abdomen. The media questioned his chaotic personal life and subsequently dug up his bad ex-girlfriend. Fortunately, the picture was blurry, so it couldn't be seen that it was me. A tattoo is nothing. He still has the piercing I gave him on his chest. It's just hidden well, so no one found out. 1 I dated Xander Xi for a while. I occupied his wildest days. Unfortunately, he met me during my poorest days. If he used the skills he served me with to hook up with a rich woman, he would definitely become wealthy. I lived a life of drunkenness and dreams with him in a rental apartment for four years. One summer day, hearing the broadcast from the nearby university again, I suddenly woke up. He just graduated and has a very long future ahead. Xander turned over sleepily. One hand pulled me into his arms, the other naturally slipped into my clothes. Usually, this would be another big battle. I was still dizzy from the hangover and didn't move. Last night he said the audio he recorded went viral online. A talent agency contacted him, hoping to collaborate. I spent all the money in my bank card to buy the best cigarettes and alcohol to congratulate him. Xander doesn't smoke or drink. Neither do I. But for some reason, I just couldn't help lighting one after another. Xander was probably scared. He frowned, hugging me carefully. "Do you not want me to sign? If you're unwilling, I won't go tomorrow." I didn't speak, held his face, and passed the smoke into his mouth. The sweet mint flavor spread, and his eyes widened. He choked badly, and the reaction came strongly too. Young man, full of vigor. The sunlight shone through the curtains, casting a line, a bit dazzling. I stroked his face and looked carefully for a long time. That afternoon when he went to interview with the talent agency, I handled everything. Adults are good at leaving without saying goodbye. In the first three months of leaving, many people messaged me. Saying Xander was looking for me everywhere, asking all old friends. Some even forwarded pictures to me, saying he was partying well, but cried when he smelled someone smoking mint cigarettes. I quietly followed his media account. Rarely released songs, no signing agency. But the popularity still rose day by day. Scrolling every day, I could see enthusiastic new fans showing up in the comments section every day. Praising the distinctiveness of his voice, urging for new songs in various ways. I listened again and again, thinking the praise was right. In the sixth month of separation, I rarely thought of him. But he started appearing more and more in my life. Xander's songs became popular. No matter which street I walked on, I seemed to hear the familiar voice around the corner. Headache-inducing. Fortunately, friends accepted the news of our separation and stopped mentioning the past to me. But the quiet time didn't last long. Less than two years later, messages from old friends became dense again. This time, the words carried regret. "If you were still with him, you'd be a somebody now." "You closed the piercing shop? What are you doing now?" "Seen the hot search? Xander entered the top charts." Xander signed with the biggest agency, Skyhigh Entertainment, and completed his debut with three hit songs. At that time, I was drawing frantically in my rental apartment. Drafts piled up on the table, all abandoned halfway. Exhausted, I received a sum of money. It was hush money from Skyhigh Entertainment, asking me never to mention my past with Xander. I agreed readily. Involuntarily, I clicked on Xander's song. Voice is the most primitive spell. Clearly hadn't seen him for a long time, but that face appeared in my mind uncontrollably. I had inspiration. This tattoo design was what I thought suitable when I first met him. Spent five days refining the design to the end. The client was very satisfied. Said the artist liked the design very much, fitting the music style quite well. Paid double the remuneration. Switching from piercing to tattooing, this was my first step. 2 Relying on this design, I gained fame. Many singers following the trendy hip-hop route came to me for custom tattoos. I made a name for myself. First producing designs online, traveling between cities. Knowing more and more peers, reached cooperation with equally capable tattoo artists. Took over a shop, carried a mortgage. The shop became more and more regular, and the guests received were more and more willing to spend money. I dedicated myself to daily necessities, deliberately forgetting the past. Every night, I thanked the client who commissioned me that day. Until today. Seeing the tattoo on Xander's waist, I suddenly realized. The design guided by fate returned to its owner at a moment I never imagined. My colleague's guest hasn't arrived yet. She scrolled the screen, three trending topics related to Xander. "No response, could Xander still be dating that hoodlum girl?" Jen Yuan said casually, "Dug for so long and only got such blurry pictures, are these music people so tight-lipped?" Logically speaking, having blurry pictures is rare. Skyhigh's PR and methods of suppressing public opinion have saved countless tainted artists. Many people knew about Xander and me back then, yet not a single revelation till now. I lowered my head, disinfecting instruments. "Unlikely," I said, "He's so popular, must have broken up long ago." "True. Probably reporters are holding clear photos waiting for a price. But he's not an idol, dating is fine." Jen slumped back on the sofa and said, "I have a guest later, don't know if a big influencer or artist, they requested clearing the place." I responded, "Okay. I'll leave after cleaning up." Cleaning is a very mechanical job. The studio has complete disinfection facilities, some work still needs to be done slowly by people. I like doing these things. No brain needed, sufficient excuse to relax my mind. Marketing accounts' voices never ceased in my ears. I took off my gloves and clicked on Xander's hot search like possessed. It was a concert video. Water curtain on stage soaked clothes, when Xander raised his hand, the soaked white shirt moved up three inches. Screams were ear-piercing, I turned off the sound. Frame by frame closer, freezing on a dark color on his tough waist. Perfect work. I spaced out for a while, awakened by knocking. Bad. Guest arrived so fast. I put on a mask, hurriedly grabbed my bag to leave. Several bodyguards blocked the way. I sidestepped, apologizing repeatedly. "Sorry, please excuse me." No one moved. I looked up, slightly stunned. Realizing my eyes were dry, I mocked myself thinking: If I were a K-drama heroine, I should be tearful and speechless now. But I didn't even have much fluctuation, just my heart beat hard once. Intellect as usual, emotion as usual. Reaction fast enough that even when he reached out to untie my mask, I dodged extremely sensitively. Xander's hand stopped in mid-air, looking at me with lowered eyelids. Then turned his face away, swallowed. I said, "Long time no..." He bumped straight past me, walking into the studio. Shoulder aching faintly, I silenced for a long time, closed the door. Funny to say, in four years of love, I haven't seen him throw a tantrum much. Generally such people, I call used to bad luck. Used to bad luck, emotions are stable. But Xander is the opposite. He is smooth enough to make people speechless. Scratching a few lottery tickets casually can win a few hundred bucks. Perhaps the unluckiest thing in his life was meeting me. 3 When we first met, he was about eighteen or nineteen. I opened a piercing shop near the university town in Hancheng District. Storefront not big. Studio outside, bedroom inside. Couldn't call it a proper job, just muddling along. Not many customers for piercing, most just curious. Hesitating at the door for a long time before daring to come in and ask a few questions. Few came many times, got familiar with me, then gritted teeth and got an ear piercing. Most chatted a few sentences and never came again. Xander was the most exceptional. Summer is rainy. Dark clouds gathered, wind and sand rolled up, rain rustled, smell of dust on the ground. Vision instantly blurred by rain curtain, I estimated no more customers. Just reaching out to pull down the shutter, someone broke in. Wiping face, shaking head vigorously. A beautiful German Shepherd soaked by rain, this was my first impression of him. "Boss Yu." He accurately called my name, holding up his phone for me to see. "Heard from friends, your place is good." What exactly was good, I didn't quite understand. After all, since opening, piercing customers were few, but many came to drink tea and chat with me. "I want to work part-time, do you need people?" His expression was steady, as if he could calmly say okay even if rejected. I smiled, "Sorry, can't afford employees." He wiped his face again, water beads rolling down hair to chin. "Then give me a piercing." I looked up from the book, sweeping over his face. Flat eyebrows sharp eyes, broken hair cut very casually. Maybe because of youth, facial lines still slightly blunt. Not a very well-behaved look, but didn't have the stray dog temperament of people like us. Not mocking. Those coming to me for piercing, male or female, were always rebellious and seemingly homeless, poor with only freedom left. Xander obviously didn't belong to this category. "Okay." I didn't ask much, "Where do you want it?" He thought for a while, didn't speak, took off the soaked black T-shirt. I whistled low. Couldn't tell, playing contrast. I moved my gaze away, trying to look at his face while speaking. "Not everyone is suitable for piercing, need to confirm conditions. If possible, you pick the stud you like." Talked a lot about precautions. Whatever I said, he just nodded. I sighed, pointing to the bathroom inside. "Forget it, go take a shower first." Soaking wet, don't dirty my work bed later. He hesitated, brows furrowed tightly. "Is it inappropriate?" "..." I rubbed my head, "Don't overthink. Disposable items are inside, go." Although said so. When he undressed and lay on the work bed, I still overthought. Skin smoked by steam泛ing pink. Exposed to air, uncontrollably tightened. "Piercing here will hurt a lot." I said, "Newbie, better change a place." He didn't speak. Red from neck to face, grabbed a pillow pressing on face. Rain outside heavier. Smashing on shutter door, clattering ceaselessly. I bent down preparing to disinfect, every touch of cotton swab made him tremble three times more. Heat after shower faded, chest gradually turned white. Glaze-like skin color, clean. I moved the pillow on his face away. 4 "Don't cover face, look at mirror." I held him down, marking points, "Style and position, you confirm." He was red-faced, suddenly grabbed my wrist. "You..." He closed eyes tight, "You stay away a bit, I'm ticklish." I pulled up mask, confirming breath wouldn't fall on him. He looked briefly, then decided the final effect. When penetrating skin, he suddenly arched his back. I let out the first loud laugh today. Should let the chick see what pain is. "Done, you have one more chance to choose. That side, do or not?" Xander curled up, panting heavily. I patiently changed needle, waited for a long while. He was full of cold sweat, shook head weakly. I was quick-eyed and quick-handed, blocking his hand touching the wound. "Can't touch, haven't put on gauze yet. Remember, no water before healing, spray saline frequently. Come to me if problems, I offer after-sales service here." "After-sales service...?" He opened eyes, breathing rapidly, "What after-sales." I wanted to laugh thinking what I was going to say. "Of course it is," I kept a straight face, "Pierce you again." Xander's tense waist completely broke. Leaning back on bed, hissing hoarsely. Young man's redness represents everything. I wrapped gauze while laughing, kindly waived his bill. "Leave when rain stops." I took off gloves, "Otherwise inflammation when back, pain is killing." Result rain poured all night. I took out remaining beer and dishes, cooked a hasty meal. Xander clinked glasses with me with pale face, looking like dead. Thought he would come to remove it soon, didn't expect he really kept it, healed. Because of that stud, he became a regular at my shop. Got familiar, mentioned first meeting. He leaned on recliner watching shop for me, asked me abruptly. "You alone here, won't it be dangerous?" I buried head in front of computer, answered casually, "Why dangerous?" "Here... many male customers right." He turned back, "You have no vigilance at all." Such question usually no one asks. Struggling in society for years, always have some ways. I teased him deliberately. "Doing this line, where are good people?" He took it seriously, pulled my computer chair in front, looked up for a long while. "Earning food with own hands, is good person." I was speechless. Thought for a long time, had to say: "Indeed students are easy to fool. Go back to school quickly, don't you have major class in afternoon?" He nodded and left. Not long after turned back, carrying several portions of cut fruits. "Saw on road, quite fresh, you eat." I paused for a moment, forked a piece of thin cut orange. Refreshing sour taste. Ate all, I pressed chest, felt maybe I was easier to fool. Heartbeat is matter of course. Although only three points. But discovered by Xander, he could climb up, forcing to hand over seven points. Day window paper poked broken, I just advised him not to conflict with people.
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