萧刻三十岁生日那晚拼桌喝酒，拼着个戳了他所有审美神经的酷man，看着非常合眼缘。 三十了，岁数到了，不是二十郎当岁扭扭捏捏的年纪。喜欢了那得毫不犹豫去追，多的不必说。 “想让你给我留个刺青，我想和你共度余生。” "Tattoo" On the night of Xiao Ke’s thirtieth birthday, he shared a table while drinking. The person he shared the table with was a cool man who fit all of his aesthetic desires. It was practically love at first sight. He was thirty; he had reached that age where he was no longer the awkward twenty-something youth. He would pursue the one he liked without hesitation, no questions asked. “I want you to give me a tattoo. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”