After the adopted daughter of a wealthy family was reborn, everyone was cremated

"Don't you need to wash your hair first?" An Ran asked in surprise.

"Oh, let's wash it first." The barber aunt put away the smock again and led her into the inner room.

An Ran lay down on the massage table with the door on the far left, "Is this okay?"

"A little further up."

An Ran lay down a little more.

The warm water fell on her head, and An Ran felt a warmth. The barber touched her head and asked, "Do your parents have good hair too?"

"Correct."

An Ran couldn't help but think of her previous life, when she died.

At that time, the couple were both over sixty, but they still had black hair, which was thick and black and covered with hair, like wigs.

However, later she became an undead, sitting on the beam of the old house, watching helplessly that in less than a month, the honest man began to have gray hair on his head.

"Genetic inheritance is very important." After the barber finished speaking, he concentrated on washing her hair.

But when she started to press her neck and shoulders after washing, Anran was so painful that her whole body froze, "I don't want you to press her anymore."

She turned her head to the side. Auntie didn't quite understand why she reacted like this, "Stop pressing it? If you press it, your shoulders and neck will be much looser and more comfortable."

"No need." An Ran stood up directly, "Let's go get a haircut."

For the same money, there is no need to press your neck, of course the barber can do it.

After she sat down on the chair in front of the mirror, she praised An Ran's appearance again and again. After praising An Ran, she started to pick up the scissors and make signs on An Ran's head. After making signs, she said, "Do you want me to get one?" A picture album for you?"

"can."

If this was an era where smartphones were rampant, she could just show the hairdresser a photo and have her cut according to the photo.

Soon, a heavy and hard picture album was thrust into An Ran's hands. After flipping through a few pages, An Ran couldn't continue reading.

how to say?

The hairstyles in the barber shop catalogs in 05, no matter how popular they were, were irritating to her eyes.

Even the hairstyle that many people think is fashionable and beautiful now is still ugly and vulgar in her eyes.

"How about this one?" Seeing An Ran flipping through it, without saying which one she liked, the boss leaned over to her and pointed at one of the hairstyles and asked, "This one looks good."

She compared An Ran's head with the album and gestured back and forth, "Your hair is thick, let me help you make it thinner at the bottom."

"Cut the top hair a little bit for you."

"Don't thin it," An Ran Chou refused, "and don't cut it into pieces."

She handed the album back to her boss, "Just cut my hair straight."

"Just cut it evenly?"

"Correct."

"Do you want to dye it again? Dyeing it will make your skin whiter and look better."

"She's already very white. If she dyes it again, she'll look like a foreigner, hahahaha." The aunt who was sitting next to her doing a facial perm couldn't help but interjected.

"Dyeing is not allowed in our school." The barber finally put aside his overwhelming desire for design, "Then I will just trim it for you."

If it doesn't look good, it's none of my business.

An Ran nodded clearly, "Okay, how long do you need."

"It takes about forty minutes."

Soon, the aunt finished cutting her hair according to An Ran's request. The short hair was affixed to An Ran's head, making her look smart, well-behaved, and unexpectedly good-looking.

"Little girl, look how beautiful you look after getting your hair cut!" An old woman sitting in the back who had talked to An Ran before couldn't help but admired when she saw her getting up.

An Ran touched her hair gently and looked at herself in the mirror. She was also surprised that this aunt didn't look amazing, but her skills were surprisingly good. She smiled and said, "Auntie did a good job of cutting it for me. "

The barber boss was very happy to be praised, "It's your guidance. I have never cut a girl like this before."

"You can do it from now on." An Ran smiled.

The atmosphere in the store was cheerful for a while, and immediately a middle-aged aunt and a grandma followed and said, "Madam boss, please give me a haircut like the little girl's."

"I want a cut like this too."

An Ran noticed as soon as she sat next to her aunts and grandmothers that several of them had short hair.

"Your haircut may not have such an effect." The barber shop owner couldn't help but tell the truth.

But the aunts and grandmothers have very good personalities and don't seem to mind much, "I don't care, then I'll give it a try."

An Ran took another serious look at her head in the mirror and couldn't help but ask, "If I go back and wash my hair myself, will I not be able to achieve the same effect?"

The owner of the barber shop enthusiastically picked up the hair dryer and taught her, "I'll teach you a few basic moves, and you can just go back and follow them."

An Ran looked at it seriously for a while and then stretched out her hand, "Please give me the hair dryer."

No matter what you learn, you have to really use it and do it before you have learned it.

The aunt taught her step by step a few more times. After An Ran was sure that she could do it, she returned the hair dryer to the barber aunt, "Thank you, how much does it cost?"

"fifteen."

"WeChat or Alipay." An Ran's attention was still on her new hairstyle. Her aunt didn't hear what she blurted out, but she quickly reacted and took out a stack of pen and paper from her pocket and counted fifteen yuan. Give her money.

"Little girl, you have so much cash on you, so be careful and don't lose it all." The hairdresser's aunt saw the more than 2,000 yuan in cash in her hand, and kindly reminded her out of surprise.

"Thank you, Auntie, I will." An Ran stuffed the remaining money into his pocket again.

When An Ran received the money from An Jing, he originally thought about depositing it in the bank after cutting his hair.

But she quickly realized that she didn't have her own bank card yet, so she had to put it in her pocket and come over to get her hair cut first.

It is also very troublesome for a person not to have his own bank card.

……

An Ran slowly climbed up a hill. The tall plane trees on both sides of the road blocked the sky and the sun. The autumn sunshine filtered through the gaps and sparsely fell down.

She followed the existing traces and looked for the appearance in her memory. She had not been here for many years, and she suddenly encountered it and felt a lot.

The streets and small buildings that I once thought were shabby and old, but when I pass by them today, my mood is completely different.

She saw the second bloom of life from this old street and the small green, pink, white and blue buildings surrounded by walls beside the old street, as well as the mottled but undying traces of time.

Soon, a small white building that looked particularly conspicuous appeared at the end of the slope.

In her sight, a tall sycamore tree stood beside the small white building. As the breeze blew, the leaves of the sycamore tree fell one after another. The golden leaves were like thousands of autumn stars, gently falling from the branches. Shake it down.

A thick golden carpet has been laid on the ground.

She couldn't wait to run to the courtyard door of the small building. The courtyard door was ajar. She gently opened the door and walked in. She found that the sycamore trees in the courtyard had fallen leaves more. Each leaf showed a unique shape and texture, as if It is a work of art of nature.