Cousin fierce

The dress is not outstanding, just a clean white T-shirt and jeans, with a crew cut.

"What kind of hair do you have? It's simply unsightly." The first sentence the man uttered was almost exactly the same as Shu Jie's. If Fan Tongtong and Shu Jie hadn't grown up together, it was sure that Shu Jie had no brothers, otherwise it would have been true. She thought this person was Shu Jie's brother, and there was no such resemblance in her speech.

Fan Tongtong was greatly hurt by what he said, and looked at Shu Jie as if asking for help.

Shu Jie said, "Sit obediently."

"You look like her mother." The man teased.

"No." Fan Tongtong raised his voice to retort.

"I know not, good boy. Wait for uncle to cut you a beautiful hairstyle, go out to confuse all living beings, if you want a man, there will be a man, if you want a woman, there will be a woman, even cats and dogs will not be spared. When you go out, you will be shining golden... "

The man talked endlessly, Fan Tongtong felt a lot of saliva splashed on her face within the range of his saliva.Went to see Shu Jie, but Shu Jie was already sitting on the chair next to her, watching from a distance.

"What kind of hair do you want to cut?" The barber finally remembered his job, but said to Shu Jie.

Shu Jie pointed at Fan Tongtong's hair, and said, "Cut the hair so that the ears can be exposed. The bangs in front should be cut short and loose. It is best to stick them up. After cutting, do some dyeing and dye it purple."

"Wine red would look better." The barber fiddled with the straw-colored hair and offered his opinion.

"It looks like a red light." Shu Jie said solemnly.

In the back-and-forth conversation between the two, their center, the adult student Fan Tongtong with independent personality and thinking, has never had a say.

Democracy is relative democracy, and Fan Tongtong does not belong to the class that has the right to speak.

Fan Tongtong began to criticize and abandon himself, thinking, forget it, you can make me into whatever you like, at worst I'll hide in your house for a few months and grow my hair before I come out.At that time, it is you who will say ugly.Just don't look in the mirror.It doesn't matter.

After comforting himself like this, Fan Tongtong's mood obviously improved. He got up and looked in the mirror in front of him.In the mirror, my hair was grabbed by the barber and stood up one by one. I was like a duck whose hair was grabbed, which was extremely ridiculous.

The barber took the scissors and began to cut. Fan Tongtong hurriedly said, "Aren't you going to wash your hair?"

"No need to wash."

"But……"

"Little sister, you don't believe me, do you?" The barber stood up straight, swinging the brand new pair of scissors, the silver light shone, and Fan Tongtong could only shake his head.

"Listen to him, he is the best barber I have ever met." Shu Jie calmed Fan Tongtong's uneasy mood.

Hearing this sentence, the man rushed to Shu Jie's side like a dog who got a bone as a reward, put his hand on her shoulder, brushed aside his bangs, and said, "I finally admitted it."

"Because he is the ugliest among all the barbers." Shu Jie said as she patted away the man's hand on her shoulder.

Fan Tongtong was puzzled, the barber's face was not good-looking, but does this bad-looking have anything to do with the hair-cutting technique?

The barber walked away from Shu Jie disheveledly, ran to the place that should belong to him, cut Fan Tongtong's hair, looked into Fan Tongtong's curious eyes in the mirror, and said, "Little sister, if I don't have a good craft , How can I get along here with my face."

"This world is tolerant to beautiful things. It is almost harsh to ugly things." Shu Jie said.

"Next time you want to find a sincere person, remember not to look for someone who is too good-looking, good-looking people are always spoiled, for example, a woman like Shu Jie, relying on her good-looking, don't put other things first In her eyes, she has a bad personality, but someone just looks at her face and rushes up to seek death." The man seemed to have a thousand emotions when he said it, as if the person in the story was himself.

"Shu Jie has a very good personality." Fan Tongtong said.

The scissors next to the ear almost missed it, and cut a bloody hole in her little white ear.

The hairdresser in the mirror had a strange and exaggerated expression. Fan Tongtong and him looked at each other for three seconds. In the end, the man was defeated and said, "You are really worthy, get married."

"what?"

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, only the sound of the hair being trimmed, like a caterpillar nibbling at a leaf.

The cloth in front of him was soon covered with golden yellow hair, yellow like the hair of a mongrel dog, it was really ugly after looking at it for a long time.

The barber seemed to be addicted to cutting. At his speed, within a few minutes, there would be only a piece of lichen on the head, and no grass would grow.

Fan Tongtong was very worried about his head.

The TV next to it was reporting the traffic accident on Wen'er Road in Hangzhou. Fan Tongtong turned to look at the screen, but the barber forcefully turned it back.

"That person is really miserable." Fan Tongtong said.

"Those turtle bastards deserve to die." The barber said angrily.

"You know him?"

"No, but they're all from Hunan. I came here to work after graduating from junior high school. If that person was me, I'd worked so hard for so long, and I was about to become a Hangzhou native. I was hit to death by a group of bastards No, ghosts won’t let them go. Don’t they just drive sports cars, relying on family power and power, other than that, they can’t even compare to garbage.” The scissors clicked, and the last bunch of long hair on Fan Tongtong’s head was wiped. After cutting off his hair, the man stuffed the scissors into his trouser pocket, and used a sponge to sweep the hair off Fan Tongtong's neck.