Old Injury - Chapter 73

    [Speaking of which, Song Bailao and I should be typical “good boys” and “bad boys”. My only rebellion is the tattoo on my stomach. 】

      The acquaintances did not dare to recognize her at first sight.

    “I don’t want tattoos…” The last time, and the countless times along the way, I reiterated my wishes.

    Ning Shi didn’t even look at me: “Come on, I’ll come to you after I park the car.”

    I pursed my lips, turned and walked towards the tattoo parlor behind me.

    When the glass door was pushed open, the other hand just happened to be on the metal handle. When I looked up, I saw a beautiful omega, about my age, with short hair dyed to purple-pink at the end, and a pair of smiling almond eyes.

    “Are you here to get a tattoo too?” he asked me.

    I pushed the door into the store with some strength. In the face of his enthusiasm, he was just vigilant, and made a light “um” sound less enthusiastically.

    “I’m almost done, this is the last time.” The omega lifted his right sleeve and showed me the tattoo on his arm.

    It was a nearly finished unicorn, with a cartoon shape and bright colors. The unicorn’s mane was still iridescent. Exaggerated, but unexpected…it just feels right for him.

    “Beauty, I’m here again!” He walked to the front desk, greeted him familiarly, and went straight into the studio of the single room inside.

    Before walking, he turned around and waved at me with a smile.

    The front desk asked me to fill in my personal information, and then asked me if I had a favorite tattoo artist, I said no, and she took me into a spare single room.

    The tattoo artist who organized the tools half turned, a young female beta.

    After the front desk left, she asked me to sit down: “Which part do you want to get tattooed on?”

    I put my hands on my lap and gradually clenched them into fists. I lowered my head and didn’t say anything for a long time.

    “Guests?”

    Slowly began to move, lift up the clothes, revealing his waist and abdomen.

    “I want to tattoo here…” The fingertips touched the lower abdomen and fell exactly on the raised scar.

    Since it appeared on me, I have often paid attention to it, and now I can describe its hideous shape in my heart without looking at it.

    It is like an ugly centipede, clinging to my skin, slowly eroding my body and even my soul with venom.

    The tattoo artist was silent, and after a while asked me: “Do you want to cover the scar?”

    I put down my clothes and whispered: “Yes…”

    The tattoo artist fiddled with the computer on the table, and after a while, pointed the screen at me and said, “These are some cases of tattoos made by previous guests. Are you interested?”

    The screen is full of pictures, the scars are different, and the tattoos are even more strange. Some cleverly turn the scar into a part of the tattoo, which is quite creative; some are much simpler and cruder, directly covering the scar with a strong color, so that people can’t see what it is at a glance, and they don’t care about the beauty and ugliness of the tattoo.

    Ning Shi should also want the latter effect.

     But for me, no matter what shape it becomes, no matter how bright the color is, the scar is still a scar.

    “Others don’t know what it is” is such a self-delusional and sad idea.

    I never rebelled against Ning Shi, but it was the first time I didn’t do what she said. She wanted me to pretend that nothing had happened, to hide the scars and forget the pain, but I didn’t want to.

    I want everyone to know I’m in pain, I’m hurt, and I have a **** scar on my stomach that will never go away.

    “Please tattoo me… a wound.”

    After I made my request, the tattoo artist confirmed to me again and again, and asked me if I should not be so realistic after drawing the draft, and suggested that I use other colors to express flesh and blood.

    “No, that’s it.” I looked at the terrifying sketch and lay down on the tattoo chair.

    Three hours later, the tattoo artist took the tools and told me that the tattoo was done.

    I sat up, looked down at the red and swollen tattoo on my abdomen, and looked at my lower back in the mirror. The two tattoos run through the front and back, just like a draft, exactly the same.

    Now, this will be a wound that will never heal, both for me and for others.

    The tattoo artist walked out of the single room with me. Ning Shi sat in the waiting area, flipping through a magazine impatiently. Seeing me coming out, she threw the magazine and stood up.

    “How?” She pulled my clothes directly.

    I raised my hand to block it, and felt it was unnecessary, so I simply let her lift her clothes.

    When she saw the tattoo on my abdomen, her whole body suddenly stopped, and two seconds later, her chest heaved violently and glared at me angrily.

    She raised her hand and gave me a slap, knocking my face away.

    “Ning Yu, what are you doing?”

     I covered my face and said nothing.

    The rest of the tattoo parlor all looked at us, everyone seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and even breathed lightly. Ning Shi got angry, it was really scary.

    “If you don’t want to make progress and want to be a waste, you should be yourself. Don’t implicate me.” She pointed at my nose and scolded, “From now on, I will treat you as a son!”

    After she finished speaking, she stepped on high heels and turned away coldly.

    “Husband…” I looked at her back, followed two steps forward to chase, but was caught by the tattoo artist behind me.

    “Guest, you haven’t paid yet.”

    I was stunned and embarrassed. What’s even more embarrassing is that I dug out my pocket and only found less than a hundred dollars in cash.

    The tattoo artist stared at the pile of banknotes in my hand, his face darkened: “Guest, we are embarrassed…”

    My cheeks were hot, and I stammered: “Yes, why don’t you go home with me to withdraw money?”

    The tattoo parlor did not accept my proposal, thinking that it was not the way it was done, and almost had to call the police.

    If Liang Qiuyang heard the news and came out to watch the fun, he rescued him in time and paid for the tattoo for me, I might have become a baker with a criminal record.

    I opened my eyes with difficulty, and when I came into contact with the light, I closed my eyes with a tingling pain, and tears were oozing out of the corners of my eyes.

    Consciousness gradually returned, all body senses slowly returned to normal, and pain began to become prominent.

    I raised my hand to touch my stomach, but was grasped by a large hand next to me.

    “You’re finally awake.”

    The line of sight was deflected, and at a glance, Song Bailao was sitting on the edge of the bed, a little haggard. He was no longer wearing the hospital gown, and the gauze on the back of his neck seemed to be gone.

    “Did I sleep long?”

    He held my hand and pressed his lips between my fingers: “It’s been a few days. Your fertility sac suddenly burst and bleeds heavily. Fortunately, you were in the hospital at the time, and the rescue was timely, otherwise It’s going to be dangerous.”

    I moved my fingertips and said hoarsely: “Son, where is the child?”

    “I took it out and put it in the incubator now. Luo Mengbai said she will stay until the end of spring.” Song Bailao said, “She is so ugly, red, like a little mouse.”

    I glared at him and tried to withdraw my fingers, but I was not strong enough to pull.

    Song Bailao continued: “She is a little girl, her eyes are very similar to you, she should be very beautiful when she grows up.”

    Hearing this, I was a little relieved.

    “Mom!” At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Song Xiao led Song Mo in. When Song Mo saw me awake, he flew to the bedside.

    “Mom, you’re awake!” He said excitedly, “I just went to see my sister, she is so cute, small and pink!”

    Look, look, a child’s language ability is ten times stronger than Song Bailao. The same thing, the feeling of hearing from the mouth of the two people is so different.

    Song Xiao also came to the bedside: “We’ve been waiting for you to wake up for the past two days, but you didn’t wake up. I didn’t expect you to wake up just after walking away for half an hour. Is there anything uncomfortable?”

    “Stomach pain…”

    He touched my forehead and smiled: “You have slept for the most painful two days, and the pain will be gone in two more days. The doctor completely removed your fertility sac this time. Except, this is the last time, and you won’t have to suffer this sin in the future.”

    Thank goodness.

    The pain of a ruptured fertility sac is terrifying, I have experienced this once in my life, and I really don’t want to experience it a second time.

    After another two days, my incision is not so painful. During this period, Liang Qiuyang came to see me and brought a series of baby products he bought for Ning Xi, including pacifiers, feeding bottles, and even more than a dozen baby clothes ranging from one month to eighteen months.

    “Is this good-looking!” He took out a small pink dress from the bag and showed it to me.

    I nodded, “It looks good.”

    Song Bailao snorted, “Ugly.”

    Liang Qiuyang frowned suddenly, turned over his clothes and looked carefully in front of him, pouted and muttered: “Isn’t it good-looking?”

    Luo Mengbai and I both sent a “death ray” to Song Bailao.

    Song Bailao looked away casually, and did not comment after that.

    “Isn’t it good-looking?” Liang Qiuyang showed Luo Mengbai the dress full of flowers and asked her for her opinion.

    “It looks good.” Luo Mengbai said immediately, “It looks so good that I want to wear it.”

    Song Bailao sneered in his throat, but it was not obvious, maybe only I could hear it when I was close.

    I glanced at him, and he grinned at me with a provocative smile, as if to say: “I just laughed, but I also know you can’t do anything about me.”

    I really can’t do anything about him.

    After I was able to get down, Song Bailao helped me to the nursery to meet the children.

    Although I don’t want to admit it, as soon as I see it, it’s small, red, and wrinkled, it’s really…not so…beautiful.

    “She’s sleeping.” Song Bailao tapped the glass with her fingertips, “Do you think her eyes look a lot like you?”

      She came out looking like mine.

    Thinking like this, I still nodded.

    “Well, like me.”

    He held my hand and his eyes were very gentle: “The nose is like me.”

    I looked at Ning Xi’s underdeveloped nose, which seemed to be more slumped than other children, and echoed in a complicated mood: “…Well, like you.”

    The day I was discharged from the hospital, the three-day parliamentary elections began.

    As expected, Luo Qinghe leads the way in the number of votes due to his high popularity in the beta. If there is no accident, he will become one of the four new members of Xiangtan.

    I used to be quite afraid that he would suddenly come to the hospital to see my child and bump into Song Xiao, but later I felt that I was thinking too much, and the campaign was so busy, how could he make a special trip to the hospital to see my child. As a result, the day I was discharged from the hospital, he really came. After only staying for ten minutes, he looked at Ning Xi through the glass outside the nursery, and quickly left. Song Xiao was not seen.

    When he looked at Ning Xi, I noticed that he smiled. It was very light and faint, and it turned and disappeared, as fast as a hallucination.

    I can count the chances of this expression appearing on his face with my fingers, or with one hand. So even if Song Bailao told me that Luo Qinghe did this purely to show the importance he attached to my beta “daughter-in-law” in front of the public, and to set up his own character, I still think that he should be somewhat sincere when he came to see Ning Xi.