Chapter 39 The Story of the Retard (2/2)

I called him: “Do you want me to call the police for you?”

I just wanted to do something for Wu Hua. Li Muzi was such a vicious woman, I felt nervous thinking she was out there.

Wu Hua shook and said: “No need... no need... I had only the wrong beginning with Muzi. Now I am free, so just let it be. In any case, I felt very happy during the first month when we were in love... Without her, I would always have lived in the shadow of my parents' death, and I wouldn’t have been free then, either.

“Time for me to go now, I have to reincarnate. Thank you, Mr, Yu, you are the only person who knows the story between Li Muzi and me. Now you can just regard it as a scene where this retard is telling you a story that make you laugh. Good bye.”

After that, this fool became a retard again and smiled fatuously to me, drooling extensively.

I said goodbye to this fool and left the football field, then I went into my studio.

It was for the best that Wu Hua told me not to call the police. It’s better to avoid stirring up trouble.

For this couple, it started in honey but ended up with ‘psychological illness’. Psychological illness was really such a terrible disease in the city.

Since then, I had never seem Li Muzi, but only heard of her from Liu the Sixth.

He told me Li Muzi got crazy now.

She was either crying or scratching the wall, or even chanting sutras. She was always saying things like “I can see nothing but Buddha chanting sutras”.

I can see nothing but Buddha chanting sutras.

I just thought this chant was taught to Li Muzi by the ‘tattoo spirit’ in the Ananda Buddhist Ring.

The Ananda Buddhist Ring symbolized pure love, but for Li Muzi it was never like this, and such a tattoo might cause trouble rather than benefit for her as time passed by.

This might be a case where I created a Yin tattoo effect with a Yang tattoo.

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That afternoon, l left Li Muzi, Wu Hua, and that retard, and went back to my tattoo studio.

I was there sighing for Li Muzi and Wu Hua.

But I was too busy to sigh for so long. Soon came new customers asking me to draw a tattoo for them.

I was very busy the whole day, and was about leave when I got a strange guest.

This guest was a woman.

She was wearing black tights, which pressed against her breasts and made her cleavage more obvious.

Her face was half covered by her hair.

“Hello... Yin and Yang tattoos, the tattoos for Yin and Yang; for death and life; riches and honor; safe travel. So, are Yin and Yang tattoos so amazing?” that woman asked me.

I replied: ‘Why do you want to have this Yin and Yang tattoo?”

That woman said: “I’ve been seeing something strange... I had been given a tattoo here before, now I came to you when I got the ad via WeChat.”

“Oh? You’ve been here for a tattoo before?” I looked at her for some time but couldn’t recall her name.

It might not be so. I had many customers, but why couldn’t I remember her since she was so unusual?

Even though I couldn’t recall her, I would remember those big breasts, right?

She pulled up her sleeves and exposed the tattoo on her arm.

It was the tattoo of a ‘Yin and Yang ring’. It tattoo was traced with elements of Tai Chi.

I remembered this tattoo.

I also remembered the story then.

That woman was a basketball fan. She liked the start of McGrady, and on her left arm there was a “ring tattoo”, which was very beautiful.

That woman told me she wanted that tattoo to commemorate the retirement of her favorite star.

I told her at that time: ”Your arm is very thin and the skin is very white. It would make you imposing if you had that western style ring tattoo.”

Then I drew an outline of that “Yin and Yang ring” and asked her whether she could accept this style.

She liked that ring very much and told me to give her this “Yin and Yang ring” tattoo.

She spent one thousand Yuan for this tattoo. I was impressed by both the tattoo and the money.

But two years ago, this woman didn’t have such big breasts. Maybe there have been some bad omens that gave her a second development?

I shook my head and got rid of those ideas. Then I sat down and asked her: “Oh, oh... I remember. So have you seen something strange recently?”

“Yes.”

The woman said: “I can always see a fire pot, and it is here too.”

Then she pointed at my tattoo couch: “The fire pot. Very fine copper basin, the fire is very strong there.”

“It’s good when you get a vision of fire.” I told her: “Everything will become prosperous... Is that bad?”

She shook her head, for everyone else, seeing fire is a good omen, but for me, it is bad. I even nearly lost my job recently because of this.