A dead tree was barely attached to Han Jue's arm.

The trunks do not grow straight, and their growth is unpredictable at the left and right. However, the branches extend horizontally and there are no leaves. There are a few crows scattered on them. Because they are black, Zhang Yiman calls these birds crows. Some crows stand and stare, some look at each other, some flap their wings and want to fly, and some have already flown.

As the cuffs were slowly lifted up, the pattern in front of me was revealed bit by bit.

Because of using candles to create an atmosphere, the light was not too bright without turning on the headlights in the room. In the dim light, Zhang Yiman held her breath, opened her eyes wide, and was looking at Han Jue's arm carefully without letting go of a trace. There was an indescribable sadness in her eyes.

Zhang Yiman has studied everything related to couples, and tattoos are naturally included.

When Zhang Yiman was a student, she witnessed that the young couples around her would tattoo their lover's names, related symbols, or patterns with extraordinary significance that only the two of them understood. Once someone asked what the pattern meant, the person being asked would tell a romantic story with a smile, which made the person being asked uncomfortable.

Zhang Yiman is the one who asked.

Although most of the couples who had tattoos later broke up and their tattoos were washed off or covered, Zhang Yiman still dreamed of having a boyfriend and then tattooing them together.

After confirming a relationship with Han Jue, Zhang Yiman even named their two children in the future. How could she never think about having a tattoo with Han Jue? She thought about a lot of patterns that only they understood.

However, I didn't expect that Han Jue already had a tattoo, a tattoo that had nothing to do with her.

【ah……】

Looking at the slightly mysterious trees and crows under the warm candlelight, Zhang Yiman felt a regret that he was one step late and was very sad.

For a moment, Zhang Yiman felt the oppression from the Great Demon King Weng Nanxi for a long time.

But Zhang Yiman was not sad for too long because she had seen Weng Nanxi's micro-tee with a small trumpet yesterday. She saw photos of Weng Nanxi attending a charity event recently. She was wearing a dress and had a smooth wrist without any tattoos.

Zhang Yiman breathed a sigh of relief and was a little excited. He kept comforting himself that Han Jue's tattoo might not be related to his ex. Maybe he was tattooed only if he looked good?

But this doesn't explain why Han Jue hid this really beautiful tattoo, so that in summer, he would rather wear long sleeves than cover the tattoo.

[It's very beautiful, why should I hide it?] Zhang Yiman is not sure.

Han Jue is no longer an idol artist, he doesn’t need to be a good boy, and his image is no longer subject to economic company, so he can be tattooed openly.

【Is it because of the flawed pattern and dissatisfied?】

Zhang Yiman thinks this pattern looks very beautiful. The dead trees and crows have harmonious composition, and the composition of points, lines and surfaces is very high. People who obviously design this tattoo have received artistic training...

[Pei Qing!] Zhang Yiman's eyes narrowed.

Now that Zhang Yiman sees anything related to painting, he can think of Pei Qing, so he naturally guesses that this may be the pattern designed by Pei Qing for Han Jue.

In Zhang Yiman's heart, Pei Qing's threat was immediately comparable to Gu Fan.

Zhang Yiman resisted the idea of ​​biting Han Jue's arm and lamented that he was so tired. So many passionate enemies were all very powerful in both open and secret, and they were all too careful.

[One Gu Fan and the other Pei Qing, you should just be together and don’t harm my uncle! If I dare to come, I will win over one first and then fight another...]

While thinking about how he played with his love rivals between his palms, Zhang Yiman stretched out his index finger and slowly stroked the trunk of the dead tree with his fingertips.

As she touched her, she suddenly felt a little strange. She woke up from her fantasy and touched Han Jue's tattoo several times.

[Huh? Why does the branches and trunks feel different to the touch? Wow~~What technology is this?]

Zhang Yiman sighed that his tattoos are now too three-dimensional.

But why do tree trunks and crows just touch?

Zhang Yiman touched the slightly raised branches with uniform and straight directions, one, two, three, four...

Zhang Yiman thought of a possibility in panic. When his heart stagnated, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and his breathing became rapid.

She is not a fool who knows nothing, and in the cruel literature and romance of youth, the word "suicide" actually appears.

But Zhang Yiman never thought that such a thing would be so close to her and would happen to the uncle who was extremely powerful and had a heart as strong as a steelmaker in her eyes.

All the doubts a few minutes ago were answered in an instant.

The next moment, Zhang Yiman quickly covered Han Jue's tattoo with his hand, swallowed, and wanted to pull down Han Jue's bathrobe sleeves, but was worried that he would be too deliberate, so she slowly pulled the quilt up.

He pulled it until the quilt covered her entire head and Han Jue's arm.

Zhang Yiman was extremely upset and felt that his movements were too late. From the beginning when he lifted his sleeves, if the camera could capture his arm, he might have already photographed the tattoo.

When she looked back at Han Jue, Han Jue had woken up at some point, looking down at her calmly. I don’t know if she woke up very early or if she was too strong to cover her tattoo just now, which caused him to wake up.

"Uncle..." Zhang Yiman called out softly and stopped talking. At this time, she had a lot of things to say and wanted to ask, but she couldn't say anything. Zhang Yiman, who had a strong control over the vocal cords, understood that if she said a few more words, the choking in her voice would be taken in by the microphone, and then she would be heard by others, and everyone would wonder why she cried, and finally traced back to the secret in the tattoo. This was not good.

In the end, Zhang Yiman just turned his head and looked at Han Jue without saying a word. Tears became more and more abundant in his eyes. Finally, he fell down, flowing from his left eye into his right eye, and then slid down to Han Jue's chest.

Han Jue sighed softly, stretched out his other hand, and hugged Zhang Yiman in his arms tightly with both hands.

He woke up when Zhang Yiman touched the scar with his finger.

Han Jue knew that the silly girl was covering him now, so he didn't pull down the quilt and comforted the silly girl, asking her not to cry.

Han Jue just tightened his arms, hugged the silly girl with his left hand, and gently patted her back through the quilt with his right hand.

He looked at the TV and said slowly:

"I wasn't born a bad person. I used to be a good student and wanted to be a useful person for society. But suddenly something happened. I was disgusted by relatives, pointed at by neighbors and classmates, and lost the intention to study. Why did this happen to me? At that time, I couldn't figure it out, so I didn't like anything in the world and felt annoying to everyone. Later, no one taught or raised it, and I returned all the knowledge to the teacher. I was no longer interested in being a useful person for society. I started to do things and break the rules. After accidentally finding that I had the ability to fight, I started to look for people everywhere, either to beat people or be beaten, and I had a sense of existence. People gradually became bad. I am not blaming the original family for the bad things. I just wanted to say that things in the world are impermanent, and that was the first turning point in my life."

"I thought I would go on like this and go so hard, and get worse and worse until it was so bad that the country came forward to deal with me. But I was lucky. At about fifteen years old, a friend who lent me money was a trainee of [Blue Whale]. At that time, I supported myself alone, relying on part-time jobs and... borrowed money, and I was so poor that I felt that being a star could improve my life and easily earned money. There were thousands of people calling me names and liked me. At that time, I was moved and wanted to be a star, so I signed up. This was my second turning point."

"Things started to get a little better. I seemed to have some talent for singing and dancing, but this was what I discovered later. When I first signed up, the interviewer passed my face when he saw my face. Later, I often stopped reading and practiced, and wanted to be a star. [Blue Whale] was also very good to me, tolerated many problems and taught me a lot of skills. Later, the company set up a talent show and selected [.n.5], and I participated in the competition and became a champion along the way. Then there were many people who liked me, and there were also team members. I also met my best friend. But later I did a stupid thing, which hurt many people's hearts. Things began to get bad again. This was the third turning point."

Han Jue has never revealed these words about the past for so long.

Whether it was the person in the next room or Zhang Yiman, they all listened to Han Jue's speech quietly.

"I'm too inflated and too stupid. After I arrived at [Jinsha], I was praised too high, arrogant, ignorant, unscrupulous, and unscrupulous, thinking that I was the center of the world, and I would be forgiven no matter what I do, and it was just right to be forgiven. But this is not the case. After being exposed, I shouted and beat and killed online and offline, and soon no one liked me. Ordinary people who liked me no longer liked me and did not know me also began to scold me. I was so conceited, how could I accept this gap? I refused to accept it. I shouted, sang, and hoped that others would look at me. In fact, in the eyes of others, I jumped around like a clown, which was very funny."

When Han Jue talked about [funny], he actually chuckled, his tone was as plain as talking about someone else’s story.

But it was this irrelevant attitude that made Zhang Yiman, who had seen the scar on his wrist, feel so heartbroken.

She stuffed her face into Han Jue's chest, bit her lips, and let tears flow without making any sound.

Han Jue looked at the TV screen and continued, "I only started to realize it when things could not be saved, and I regretted it. But [Blue Whale] had no face to go back and had no other friend around me, so I suddenly realized how pitiful and lonely I lived. At that time, I accidentally had a girlfriend and felt that I was redeemed."

Han Jue said this and stopped.

Because the contents afterwards are not recorded in the previous diary.

But Han Jue paused for a moment and continued, "But what are the highlights of a waste like me? After breaking up, nothing is gone. Life is hopeless, and I don't know what to do. Fortunately, God has not yet killed me. In this strange world, I met you. Meeting you is the last turning point in my life."

Zhang Yiman's little face was buried in Han Jue's arms, crying loudly, and his body shook.

Although Han Jue's tone was light and light, as Han Jue's remarks were heard all the way, Zhang Yiman could imagine how desperate Han Jue had thought of abandoning the world several times when he was hopeless in his life. He could also tell from Han Jue's last tone what Han Jue would do if she had not met Han Jue.

It turned out that the uncle said before that she was a reason for him to live in this world. It was not an ordinary love word, but a fact.

"After meeting you, many things began to become meaningful to me. I also gradually learned to get along with this world from a cynical, barefoot person, began to meet new friends, have a new relationship, have become more and more gentle in character, and have also taken in apprentices. This is all because of you."

Han Jue felt the silly girl in his arms hugging him tightly.

"Let's live a good life in the future." Han Jue smiled and hugged Zhang Yiman tightly, patting her little head through the quilt with his right hand.

"Um... um!" Zhang Yiman bit his lip under the quilt, nodding desperately, and staying desperately.

Zhang Yiman didn't know that the scar on Han Jue's arm was the latest, but she didn't want to worry about it. Now she only knows to live the rest of her life with her uncle.

She couldn't bear to add any more branches to the dead tree.

...

...

By the time the recording ended, Zhang Yiman had already exposed his little head.

Although the eyes are red, they are no longer suspicious.

The staff came in and began to turn off the cameras in the house one by one, and then turn them on tomorrow morning. Although the final scene of the show was two people sleeping in embrace each other, they actually had to sleep separately, and there would be something big about it if they didn't sleep separately.

The master bedroom is sleeping with Zhang Yiman, and Han Jue sleeps with a guest bedroom.

But when Guan Yi and Sister Qin also walked in, Han Juezou gave Zhang Yiman a reassuring look, and then pulled Guan Yi to the double room where Guan Yi and Xiao Zhou were sleeping.

"There is no camera here, right?" Han Jue asked.

"No," Guan Yi replied, "What's wrong?"

Han Jue didn't say anything, so he raised his sleeves and revealed his tattoo.

"Tattoo? It's okay, you can reveal it now." Guan Yi said.

Guan Yi knew about Han Jue’s tattoo last year. His current idea is probably that Han Jue is no longer an idol, and tattoos are not a big deal. As long as you don’t have the same appearance as some rappers, you can do it all over your face.

However, Han Jue stretched out his hand, his index finger and middle finger were put together, and under Guan Yi's gaze, he slowly stroked his wrist through his bathrobe.

Guan Yi was a little confused.

Han Jue stroked slowly again.

Guan Yi narrowed his eyes and understood.

Han Jue stopped moving.

Guan Yi left a sentence "Wait for me", then turned around and walked outside, wanting to go to Director Wang to play back the scene of watching the movie together.

Now Han Jue and Guan Yi are both glad that Zhang Yiman lit the candlelight, hoping that the tattoo under the candlelight will not be so clearly, and that it will not be found even if it is enlarged. If it is taken clearly, then Guan Yi will have to take the exam and delete the content again...

When Guan Yi went to find Director Wang, Han Jue walked to the window, looked at the night view outside, and slowly exhaled.

During this trip to Qiong Province, Han Jue knew that the tattoo might not be hidden. But he prepared a plaster patch, put it on his arm, and stick it in other places. Even though everyone knew about his tattoo, he would not know that his tattoo was used to cover the scars.

As for the silly girl, Han Jue believes that since he is preparing to have a serious relationship with the silly girl, it is better to know sooner or later than to know it earlier.

Han Jue has been looking for opportunities to talk about this matter in person, but he didn't expect that it would be like this today.

After a while, Guan Yi returned and said, "The camera was not taken clearly."

Han Jue breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Guan Yi stopped Han Jue, and he placed his eyes on Han Jue's arm and said, "Talk about that tattoo."

Han Jue raised his breath again.
Chapter completed!