Pretty Girls Love Slovenly Men

Underneath the dirt are roses Before my brother died, he left me a tattoo parlor with a rough guy employee covered in tattoos. On the first day of the opening of the new store, the delicate lady came in holding her nose and said: "Wash off the tattoos on my body, no matter how much it costs." The rough man held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at the roses on her snowy back: "It can't be washed. If you want to cover it... You have to use a larger pattern." She nervously asked what she wanted to cover, and he put out his cigarette butt and chuckled: "I have to get my name tattooed." Three months later, she lay on the bed crying: "You are a liar!" He bit her earlobe and whispered: "I can't help it. Who asked your brother to tell me before he died..." "We must let his most annoying sister also have a taste of being bullied." --- The rolling shutter door was stuck halfway and made a harsh creaking sound, like a chicken being strangled by its neck. Chen Mo cursed in a low voice, raised his foot and kicked the rusty door panel gently. With a bang, the door reluctantly rose up. Dust swirled in the afternoon sun, like a belated snow. The stale smell of disinfectant, ink and tobacco mixed in the store, making it suffocating. His brother Chen Feng left this dilapidated tattoo parlor to him, just like a worn-out gown thrown away, along with the mess of the room and a few dusty tattoo chairs with cracked leather in the corner. On the most conspicuous chair, there were several pieces of unwashed work clothes piled up, exuding the smell of overnight sweat. Chen Mo turned on the old radio and tuned it to a loud rock channel. Then he grabbed a rag and scrawled the floating dust on the glass counter. During the movement, the forearms were covered with thick ink.