I took off my clothes according to his instructions, and unbuttoned the pants and pulled down a little down, exposing the sacrum.

"If I could take a picture of you sitting on a stool, playing the cello with your upper body naked, or lying on the ground with your arms around the cello like a lover, the picture would be better and more storytelling, but unfortunately Mr. Sakamoto doesn't need it." Yang Yi laughed Said, "Everyone wants their own work to be more perfect, which is probably human nature."

Indeed, just like I don't want my cello to accompany me at all, this may be human nature.

All Sakamoto needed was a perfect high-definition photo that showed the details of his work. There was basically no difficulty in shooting, and Yang Yi was soon finished.

"I don't know why I have to shoot." Yang Yi looked down at the camera screen and asked me to get dressed and take a look.

I'm just an ornament, just posing, how can there be any room for beak? Yang Yi flipped through a few pictures, but I didn't think there was any difference. He nodded and said "good" and "very good".

Of course, Yang Yi didn't need my approval. He enlarged every detail of the tattoo, and finally stopped on the rabbit and snake on my waist, and asked, "Do you know the meaning of this tattoo on your back?"

I shook my head, indicating that I wasn't sure. Sakamoto didn't even tell me anything about the tattoo at first, so why did he explain the meaning to me?

I'm just a canvas, and I don't need to know so much.

"Snakes, flowers, and skeletons are very common materials in tattoos, but dead rabbits are rare. They are still dead rabbits entangled by snakes. Sakamoto said that rabbits represent innocence." Yang Yi pointed to the one in the picture. Rabbit and Snake said, "Wisdom is born from innocent bones."

"So ... what about camellia?"

"Camellia is also known as 'Tsubaki flower' in Japan. Since it does not wither in pieces, but the entire calyx and corolla fall off, it is considered to be a very heroic flower that is quite graceful and withered." Yang Yi said. A photo of a red camellia on the back said, "Generally... a metaphor for death."

Death ... It is also in line with the tone of this work.

After filming and saying goodbye to Yang Yi, Ran QingZhuang personally drove me back to the Red House.

When I was in the car, I was immersed in my embarrassment, and I didn't dare to look at him at a glance. My mind was chaotic, and I didn't pay much attention to his physical condition. When I was in the elevator, the space was even smaller, and he stood in front of me again. As soon as I cough, I noticed it. In retrospect, I found that he was in the car ... No, he started coughing when taking pictures.

"You ... are you cold?" Yesterday I pulled him into the shower room and poured a lot of cold water. After that, he surrounded me with a bath towel, but he wore a long time of wet pants. It is easy to catch a cold.

"No." Saying this, while the elevator door was opened, he fists again with a low cough between his lips.

What is not, this is obviously sick?

I hurriedly chased out, and I was embarrassed and shameful. I grabbed the palm hanging on his side and felt the temperature of his palm.

Fortunately, it's not very hot.

The door is close at hand, but considering that there is still monitoring in the inside, it is inconvenient to speak. Some words can only be said to him in the corridor.

"Yesterday ... I'm sorry." I stared at the lines of his fingertips and didn't dare to look at him.

The fingertips moved slightly, Ran Qingzhuang seemed to want to take back his hand, hesitated for a while, and gave up again.

"Sorry, should you say thank you more than me?"

right. Thank you ... Thank you must say that Ran Qingzhuang helped me a lot. I grew up so big. Except for my mother, my mother took me to urinate, and he took care of my two meats like this.

I raised my head and whispered to him, "Thank you ..."

He looked at me for a moment, slowly pulled back his hand, and replied, "You are welcome."

One night, thank you for the two of us, and you were very polite.

After entering the house, Ran Qingzhuang said that he was a little tired. He had to rest early and let me not quarrel with him.

I promised that when the door was closed, I called the restaurant downstairs and asked if they had ginger juice.

"Ginger juice? There is ginger, you can call the kitchen for a freshly squeezed cup."

I thanked each other and asked him to send me as soon as possible.

Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell outside the door sounded, and my special ginger juice arrived.

The kitchen is also very sincere, squeezing a large glass, or filtering away from the residue.

I am afraid that this cup is a bit too powerful. After pouring into the pot and heating and cooked, one -third of it is poured back to the cup.

With a small glass of ginger juice, I rang Ran Qingzhuang's door and waited for a while, and I didn't hear any movements inside. I was worried, and knocked more hard again, but still did not move.

Can't you faint?

He couldn't control whether he would be angry, and I twisted the door and pushed in.

Ran Qingzhuang pulled the shading curtain, and the bedroom reached out without seeing the five fingers. Fortunately, my room was the same as his pattern, and the switch was in the same position.

Press the switch, the lights are on, and a hills on the bed move, and Ran Qingzhuang buried his face into the quilt.

Well, I can be sure that he didn't have a faint, just didn't want to open the door for me.

I pursed my lips, I walked to the bed, put the cup on the bedside table, and gently pulled the quilt of Laran Qingzhuang.

"I asked the kitchen for some ginger juice.

Like the stubborn oysters, he decided to shrink his warm shell, and no one wants to dig out him.

"Just a small mouth ..." I sat on the edge of the bed, and persuaded, and took out the patience of coaxing the little girl when I was young. "I added sugar, not difficult to drink."

Finally found the gap that could be leveraged, I picked it up, and finally picked up Ran Qingzhuang's head from the quilt. He closed his eyes, his eyebrows twisted slightly, and he didn't know if he was uncomfortable, or because of my noise.

I touched his forehead and confirmed that he did not have a fever, and let go.