MTL - Not Spare the Years-Chapter 102

It's getting late.

The two came down from the mountain, rode their bikes back to the small courtyard, and changed to an off-road vehicle.

Mu Xueyi gave a position, it was in the nearest city, and it would take an hour to drive there.

The positioning is just a street, not specific to the facade.

So Zhou Zhenyue didn't know what she was going to do, she only knew how to go there with Mu Xueyi.

It was only after that street that Zhou Zhenyue realized that the street was very narrow. There are old shops on both sides, and a few fallen leaves blowing in the wind from time to time on the brick road. No one, a bit remote. The billboards are all mottled and desolate.

Cars can't get in, so they can only park at the intersection.

"…This is where?"

"You'll be fine with me."

Mu Xueyi leaned on a cane and led Zhou Zhenyue to a hidden shop at the end of the street.

The shop is too low-key, and the billboards on the lintel don't even have a specific category, only the thin word—

fleeting time.

Entering the store, a wind chime was on the door, making a crisp ding-dong sound.

The female boss in the sofa raised her eyes and looked at the visitor with a habitual "Welcome".

"Miss Mu?" The female boss was a little surprised and got up and walked over, "Why are you back?"

Zhou Zhenyue took a brief look at the store. The walls are covered with all kinds of paintings with a strong sense of design. If you look closely, you will find that those paintings are all painted on the human body. It's just that the arms, arms, ankles can't be seen at a glance because the drawing style is very contrasting black and white.

The store has reclining chairs, drapes, and an instrument and light machine, standing beside the chairs.

It is not difficult to see that this is a tattoo parlor.

Listening to the boss's tone, it should be a very close old acquaintance with Mu Xueyi.

Can't help frowning.

"Aqing, long time no see."

Mu Xueyi smiled and shook hands with the other party, and introduced Zhou Zhenyue by the way.

"Her surname is Zhou, and she is my fiancee."

Mu Xueyi said to Zhou Zhenyue again: "Her name is Qi Qing, a good friend I met here. She is also the last person in all my social relationships in Gaochuan who didn't know you existed."

In other words, it means:

My whole world has now been introduced to you.

Zhou Zhenyue heard Mu Xueyi say this, the displeasure just now dissipated, and she gently shook hands with Qi Qing, "Hello."

Qi Qing looked at Zhou Zhenyue with a smile, and clicked his tongue twice, "I've always been curious about how good a person is to be worthy of a girl as good as Miss Mu, it turns out that she has to look like this in order to be accepted by her. Miss Mu, take a look."

Mu Xueyi immediately said, "Aqing."

She shook her head at Qi Qing and motioned to her: It's rude to say that.

Qi Qing smiled embarrassedly, "Miss Zhou, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to belittle you. I haven't read any books, and I'm open-mouthed, don't take it to heart."

Zhou Zhenyue didn't care: "It doesn't matter."

Qi Qing invited them to sit down, poured them tea, exchanged a few words, and asked the real question:

"Miss Mu, come all the way to me, what's the matter?"

"There is indeed something I would like to ask your help for."

Mu Xueyi sat up straighter, stretched out his left arm, and pointed to the cloud pattern in the corner of the golden handcuffs on his wrist.

"I want to get this pattern tattooed on my body."

Zhou Zhenyue froze when she saw Mu Xueyi's proposal to tattoo her family crest.

She immediately grabbed Mu Xueyi's wrist and pulled it back.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

She whispered a warning.

Mu Xueyi held Zhou Zhenyue's mouth with her backhand, squinting her eyes and smiling.

"Of course I know, this is a gift for you."

"I always do what I say to my wife. Since I promised you to have your family crest tattooed on your body, you must do what you say."

Zhou Zhenyue pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time. With extremely complicated emotions, he whispered:

"But isn't it fake between us?"

"...There are only two days left. After two days, it's time to wake up from the dream."

Zhou Zhenyue's throat moved up and down, looked away, and looked at the ground.

"You really don't need to ... burn the things in the dream onto the skin of reality."

Mu Xueyi's five fingers sank deep into the flesh in the palm of his hand, as if bloodstains had been dug out.

A suffocating tightening of the chest.

It turned out... she was delusional.

She also fantasized about whether she could keep a little bit of warmth in these five days and leave a trace.

Like the trail of a plane passing through the clouds.

The plane can go far, but the tail can still carve the bond with the wind in the sky.

Even if they returned to the days of torturing each other two days later, as long as Ah Yue looked at her tattoos and remembered any good thing in these five days, they could always deceive themselves for a moment.

But Zhou Zhenyue's attitude...

So clear.

Dreams are dreams, reality is reality.

After consolation, there should be no more nostalgia.

"...Okay," Mu Xueyi smiled relievedly, suppressing all the gloom in his eyes, "I'll listen to you. If you don't want tattoos, then don't get tattoos."

Seeing that Mu Xueyi promised not to get a tattoo, Zhou Zhenyue breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't want Xueyi to get a tattoo so easily just because she wanted to flatter herself.

Tattoos are a big deal, especially for a more traditional family like the Zhou family. Zhou Zhenyue has been fascinated by her parents since she was a child. She doesn't think tattoos are a bad thing, but she thinks it's at least a very important thing. Can't be impulsive.

She didn't want to see regret in Mu Xueyi's eyes two days later.

Qi Qing tilted his head and asked Mu Xueyi, "Then, do you want tattoos?"

Mu Xueyi held up a smile: "Didn't you hear what my wife said? She doesn't call me tattoos."

Qi Qing said helplessly: "You said that the two of you came all the way here and didn't discuss it in advance. It's a waste of time, right?"

Mu Xueyi: "Come and see you, it's not a waste of time."

Qi Qing: "Come on, I won't open a shop today, let's go, treat you two to a meal."

Mu Xueyi smiled: "You made money? Why don't I invite you."

Qi Qing: "Do you underestimate me? I have money now."

Qi Qing pulled the two of them, closed the shop involuntarily, walked to the street and got into the car, giving a position.

It is a very ordinary restaurant in the city, not extravagant, but not simple.

Most of the dishes here were things that Zhou Zhenyue had never seen before. According to her taste, Mu Xueyi helped her order a lot of Gaochuan specialties that she should like to eat.

At the dinner table, Qi Qing and Mu Xueyi were reminiscing about the old days, chatting casually.

Zhou Zhenyue only eats vegetables, rarely interrupts, and listens carefully.

She tried to assemble the fragments of Mu Xueyi's life in the past year from those words.

After listening for a while, she probably got some results.

That tattoo parlor used to be a massage parlor, and it was filled with uneducated ladies, most of whom were trafficked here and forced to do that kind of dirty business. Qi Qing is one of them.

Mu Xueyi stumbled upon this dark corner of the city. She could have nothing to do with herself, but she still thought of all the ways she could think of. Against the risk of being retaliated by those underworld forces, she stabbed the store directly with the police and rescued all the people inside. A woman forced to sell herself.

The others went home after being rescued. But Qi Qing and her sister Qi Yan were orphans, and even if they escaped from the sea of ​​misery, they couldn't find a place to go.

So Mu Xueyi bought the facade, demolished the original massage shop, and after asking Qi Qing's intentions, changed it into a tattoo shop, giving Qi Qing a livelihood.

Since then, Qi Qing went to learn the craft of tattooing and became a tattoo artist here.

Qi Yan, on the other hand, followed Mu Xueyi as one of her right-hand men.

When it came to Qi Yan, Mu Xueyi's eyes were lost for a moment.

...for Qi Yan, she always has guilt that cannot be erased.

She knew that bed affairs could be said to be the main part of Qi Yan's shadow in the first half of his life. She didn't want to use Qi Yan for anything at first, she just wanted to keep her by her side and be an assistant like Ge Wei Nong.

But when she was choosing a candidate to seduce Mu Guocheng, Qi Yan offered to go.

She said: "I'm not that vulnerable, I don't care about being slept with another man. I'm prettier than the ones you chose, and I know how to please men better. And you're kind to me, and I won't be greedy for Mu Guocheng. Money betrays you. Let me help you do this big thing, otherwise, I always feel that my sister and I owe you too much."

For the sake of Qi Yan's words, Mu Xueyi had no reason to refuse.

But sometimes, she can't figure out whether this decision is right or wrong.

Mu Xueyi put aside those messy thoughts and put a few chopsticks on Zhou Zhenyue's plate.

Zhou Zhenyue stuck Mu Xueyi's chopsticks with her chopsticks to prevent her from leaving, and asked in a voice that only the other party could hear:

"Qi Qing is here, where is Qi Yan?"

Mu Xueyi replied in a very relaxed tone: "Being a little mother for me at my house. If you talk to her in the past two days, I'm afraid you will call her mother-in-law."

Zhou Zhenyue pursed her lips, was silent for a moment, and murmured, "...you have to stay away from her."

Mu Xueyi: "Why?"

Zhou Zhenyue stared at Mu Xueyi lightly.

"It's always easy to fall in love with your savior, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Mu Xueyi couldn't help but smile when she heard that Zhou Zhenyue was questioning Qi Yan's feelings for her.

"You will think that she may like me because you like me, so you will think that I am very good, so that those who come into contact with me will fall in love with me."

She paused and laughed a little bit of self-deprecation.

"But... Compared with you, I'm just an ordinary person with no charm. How can I be so good."

Zhou Zhenyue frowned and looked at the minced meat on the plate.

Stir with chopsticks in the minced meat.

Like a little anxious. After a while, the minced meat was stirred into a paste.

After a while, she stood up abruptly.

He took Mu Xueyi's hand and walked straight out.

Seeing that they suddenly got up, Qi Qing smiled and said nothing.

He lowered his head and continued to eat.

Zhou Zhenyue pulled Mu Xueyi to the corridor that was empty.

She turned and faced her, holding each other's shoulders with both hands, gazing intently into those warm and humble eyes.

"Xueyi, you are fine."

Seriously and firmly, she said word by word:

"You deserve to be liked by anyone in this world."

Mu Xueyi was stunned.

Zhou Zhenyue tightened her fingers and held her tightly.

"Do you remember?"

The brows furrowed even tighter.

Mu Xueyi recovered, her expression gradually softened, and asked in a low voice:

"Others like me, won't you be unhappy?"

"Of course I'll be unhappy." Zhou Zhenyue lowered her eyes slightly and paused, "...but I don't want to see...you deny yourself more than jealousy."

She looked up again.

"Do you remember what I just said?"

Mu Xueyi stroked Zhou Zhenyue's hair on the temples, her eyes were filled with water and ripples.

"you…"

Her voice was getting softer.

"...How long do you want me to remember?"

Zhou Zhenyue stared at her.

For a long time, the eyebrows slowly stretched. With his arms closed, he took her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"I hope, whether in two days, or two years, or twenty years..."

"Whether it's not me who will be with you in the future..."

"You have to remember."

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