Sure enough, as Ran Qingzhuang said, Sakamoto's canvas are not so good.

Maybe I moved too much, Ran QingZhuang grabbed my thigh with one hand, and pressed the other hand on the back of my neck, like a fully automatic immobilizer, restraining me by exerting force to ensure that it would not affect me.Sakamoto.

"Don't be motionless if you don't want to die." He used Chinese that I could only understand.

I pulled the clothes on his back hard, and my toes curled up, and my voice trembled: "But ... it hurts."

It is so painful that the tattoo becomes a kind of torture, a torture, and it is so painful that I will die immediately, and I don't want to be suffering from the pain of this ant poet.

Pressing the strength of my back neck was aggravated a little bit, rubbing the flesh regularly.

"Bears, it's over soon."

This may be the first time that I have lied to me so much about Ran Qingzhuang on the island. He could see the progress of Sakamoto, which could calculate the remaining time of the tattoo. He clearly knew that there was no "soon" at all.

In the next five hours, again and again, Ran Qingzhuang firmly tied me in my arms. When I couldn't bear it, I would tell me to end soon. However, it was soon and always never come.

Later, I was so painful that I lost wisdom and completely collapsed. When he told me "soon" again, he bite his shoulders with anger. After he was completely dead, he couldn't wait to bite a piece of meat from him.

He snorted and started to bite me. Later, when I saw me died, I inserted the five fingers into my hair root, grabbing my head to launch force with force.

"Songkou," he said.

I still didn't let go, my hair, face, and body were all covered in sweat.I naturally sweated on my back, and every time I sweated, Saki would wipe my back with a piece of gauze soaked in disinfectant at Sakamoto's reminder.The disinfectant itself is not irritating, but every time the gauze scratches the wound, even if Saki does not use much force, it is like a delay to me.

Before the tattoo, I never thought about it, and I was beaten again by my mother. But where is this? How much does my mother hate me to hit me for ten hours?

Perhaps realizing that I was no longer listening, Ran QingZhuang gave up communicating with me and instead asked Sakamoto, "Mr. Sakamoto, how long will it take? Ji Ning may not be able to last."

Sakamoto said: "It will take at least an hour. This time I used a new pigment, which I funded and developed. The pain may be more obvious, but the effect is better. Saki, wipe the sweat."

With his order, a dramatic pain rose quickly on his back.

"Hmm ..." I sobbed, and the pain of pain in my eyes was uncontrollable, biting the meat in my mouth even more.

It may be one minute or only tens of seconds. When I release my teeth again, the roots are slightly sour.

A bloody smell was filled with the empty cavity, and I didn't know if my teeth had blood, or I bit Ran Qingzhuang.

"I'm sorry ..." I apologized subconsciously, but I couldn't make a sound weak at all.

There was a sigh in my ears, Ran Qingzhuang padded my strength and pressed my palm to my hind neck again, and hugged me tighter.

There are uneven dark spots in front of me, and consciousness seems to be gradually pulling away. I know that I am going to faint, and I feel joy from the heart.

You don't have to support this hour.

Fingers loosened the tipped clothes a little bit, and I fell into the dark with gratitude.

"I'm sorry!" The classmates in charge of the prop ran away, "Are you okay?"

My elbow was holding back, and I looked at Ran Qingzhuang, who was blocking me above me. A cluster of props made of hard cardboard on the side. If Ran Qingzhuang just rushed over a second later, this thing hit my head.

"You, are you okay?" I stretched out my hand and didn't dare to touch him.

Ran Qingzhuang frowned tightly, trying to get up, and when he moved his arm, there was a touch of pain on his face.

He was enough for his left scapula, and his tone was indifferent: "It's okay, just wipe a little."

Then the big props fell from the sky, but it was incredible.

"I'll take you to the medical room?" I was going to help him, and he waved it.

"It's okay." He moved the lower joint, confirmed his injuries, and swept to the person in charge of the props that he didn't dare to be closer. Do you lying up? Do you want me to teach you how to fix it again? "

The other party was asked by Ran Qingzhuang for a while, and he said a series of sorry, greeted people to lift the props of the props.

"Are you okay?"

Looking back, he found that Ran Qingzhuang was looking at me, stunned, and then he knew that he was talking to me.

hand?

I turned my hand and checked it, and checked one of the bruises on the right elbow. It was not serious. I didn't even have blood.

It should be that just fell to the stage and accidentally fell off.

"It's okay, don't hurt." I moved my elbow in front of him.

Ran Qingzhuang saw this eyebrows a little loosely: "It's okay."

Later, the teacher came to check the progress and knew that he had a safety accident. He was shocked. He deliberately approved Ran Qingzhuang to take a notice to the classroom to rest, and he did not have to sell his physical strength to prepare for the party.

Ran Qingzhuang didn't even pretend to quit, and left the broom and swayed.

The literary party will remove the third year of high school. It is co -organized by the other two grades. Each class will be transferred to five people to help, divided into director groups, props groups, preparatory groups, and so on.

On the day of my party, there was a show and lack of surgery, and I was assigned to the cleaning group with Ran Qingzhuang to maintain the cleanliness of the site during the rehearsal stage.

With a sound shell on the edge of the stage, I squatted there and heard the whispering of two high school girls not far behind.

I didn't pay attention at the beginning, and then accidentally heard the familiar names, and found that they were talking about Ran Qingzhuang.