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"I can't do it, I'm about to burst into tears..." Jiang Shuiyu forced himself not to look at Sheng Qiqi, pointing at the yellow-haired and short-haired girl on the sofa and asked, "Are these your friends?"

"Yeah." Sheng Qiqi lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Jiang Shuiyao, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the trumpet girl Yuan Yan staring at Jiang Shuiyao, she seemed very curious about Jiang Shuiyao, without blinking her eyes .

A sudden strange emotion welled up in her heart, and she said to the trumpet girl in a strange voice, "what are you looking at, your eyeballs are about to fall out."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Shuiyu patted the back of her head, she yelled in pain, and then heard Jiang Shuiyu laugh out lowly, "I don't care what you think."

"Hmph!" Sheng Qiqi shook his head and didn't look at her.

Jiang Shuiyuan, who had no choice but to look at it, let out a sad breath.

In the past when there were two ponytails, Sheng Qiqi's toss could be considered cute, but now Jiang Shuiyuan felt that the yellow scroll made it hurt to look at it, it was really ugly, she took a look at the small and simple facade The barber shop, I admire the fact that this kind of shop can be opened on such a big street.

"Go back?" she asked.

Sheng Qiqi glanced at her, shook his head, his face was flushed red.

Jiang Shuiyu lowered his head and pinched her face, "Excuse me? Anyway, I laughed too."

Sheng Qiqi waved away the messy hands on his face, trying to calm his frantic heartbeat, and stretched out his hands to straighten his clothes that were not messy at all, before holding back a few words: "Then go back."

"Okay..." Before he could say the word, the short-haired girl on the sofa yelled out in shock. Jiang Shuiyu was startled by the sudden scream, and reflexively went to see her.

Trumpet Girl was still staring at her, showing an excited smile: "Have you ever studied in No. [-] Middle School?"

Jiang Shuiyu froze for a moment, then nodded.

"I, I, I, I have seen your photos at school!!!!" Trumpet girl was still trembling, she stared at Jiang Shuiyu for a long time, and then put her and the abandoned teaching building in the school where she happened to be. Match the photos on the bulletin board in front of the building.

"Ah?" Jiang Shuiyu couldn't accept this divine development, frowned and looked at the girl in front of him whose face was flushed because of excitement.

"It's Laoye Building, you know? It's an excellent cadre."

The trumpet girl walked around the school after eating with her classmates that day, and went to the teaching building called "the old man's building". She was curious about the things in the old school, so she went to observe the display window, and there were several rows of stickers on the display window In the photos, as the ultimate face controler, she commented on everyone's looks, but after looking at Jiang Shuiyu's photos for a long time, she still couldn't come to a conclusion.

In the photo, Jiang Shuiyu was wearing a high ponytail, with exquisite facial features, but his eyes were half-closed, with a carefree expression, but it revealed a kind of handsomeness that belonged to girls, which was particularly prominent among the dozen or so photos.

Trumpet girl became very interested in this girl, and went to the school's post bar to search, and found a lot of them, which made her very excited.

It's like a person in a novel!

Jiang Shuiyu half-raised his head and thought about it for a long time before he remembered this, and then asked, "Are you also from No. [-] Middle School?"

"Yes yes yes."

Sheng Qiqi felt that he was about to be disgusted by the obsessed face of Trumpet Girl, so he pulled Jiang Shuiyu up and said, "Let's go!"

"Of course let's go," Jiang Shuiyuan said, "but your friend is still here, why don't you say anything?"

"Oh, let's go!" Sheng Qiqi pushed Jiang Shuiyuan out of the store irritably, and said to Tang Xiaoqi and Trumpet Girl in the house, "I'll go first, see you next time!!"

Also ignored the trumpet girl yelling behind her.

Jiang Shuiyuan, who was forced to be pushed to the street, really couldn't understand the mood of the adolescent girl who changed at any time, so she could only stand there with her bag, and there were plane trees every other way on the sidewalk. He would think about what the short-haired girl said just now, and immediately remembered his high school photos.

Ah, I was so ignorant back then, I was so young.

Just as she was thinking, her arms were held by someone, and the little girl with yellow curly hair was staring at her. The yellow light of the street lamp seemed to be quenched into her eyes, and every blink was extremely dazzling.

"What are you thinking!?"

"I think about the time when I was studying." She stepped forward and sighed slightly. She felt that the time passed quickly, and suddenly the school building became the old man's building in other people's mouth. The display windows may be dilapidated, but the photos have long been Flourishing, people are also drifting away in time.

"What is there to think about when reading, it's boring!"

While talking, Sheng Qiqi looked at Jiang Shuiyu furtively. A woman with long hair was walking under the lamp. The warm yellow light enveloped this slender figure. She had a straight back and was full of heroism when she walked. With a little rigidity, she became particularly noticeable.

Touching her failed hairstyle, she didn't know if it was because she was obsessed with listening to Tang Xiaoqi's words that she dyed it. Anyway, she regretted it very much now, but Jiang Shuiyu didn't mock her as hard as she imagined, which made her feel a little guilty and felt that Do you think you think too badly about this person?

Fascinated, Jiang Shuiyuan caught Sheng Qiqi's gaze.

He jokingly asked, "What happened to little yellow hair?"

Sheng Qiqi who reacted angrily scolded: "You're an idiot!"

"Well, well, Boss Sheng is extremely mighty even with yellow hair!"

"Did you not take your medicine?"

"Boss Sheng is right in everything."

"Then go to hell!"

Jiang Shuiyu: "..."

It seems that it is rare to see Jiang Shuiyu speechless, Sheng Qiqi couldn't help laughing, Jiang Shuiyu's eyes lingered on Sheng Qiqi's head for a moment, hesitated and said: "Why don't you hurry up and burn it back !"

"I want to get it back too, big sister! But it's almost ten o'clock the whole time I go, and the shops are closed..."

Thinking that I might have to wear this disgusting hairstyle tomorrow makes my heart ache, and I feel even more that I shouldn't allow Trumpet Girl to go out today.

"Ah, this..." Jiang Shuiyu threw the bag to Sheng Qiqi, and walked forward quickly, "Then let's go to the store I often go to!"

Sheng Qiqi, who took the bag subconsciously, was a little confused, seeing Jiang Shuiyu walking faster and faster, he could only trot forward.

……

The shop that Jiang Shuiyu mentioned was not the kind of resplendent shop that Sheng Qiqi thought it would be filled to the brim.

It's just an ordinary barber shop, of course, it's much better equipped than the famous traffic light house in Zhuxian middle school circle.

She hoped that the price would be similar to that of the traffic light house, she thought. Although the workmanship of the traffic light house was a little poor, it was cheap. It only cost [-] yuan for a haircut!

The unprincipled Sheng Qiqi who hoped for a cheap haircut muttered, "If I knew it, I wouldn't have it permed, and I could save money and go to an Internet cafe to have a game!"

"Come on, it's at your level!" Hearing Sheng Qiqi's muttering, Jiang Shuiyu sneered, and expressed deep contempt for the poor game level of this inspirational little girl who is the leader of bad students.

"you!"

Sheng Qiqi, who was choked and unable to say anything else, could only walk into the shop angrily.

The boss who was sitting on the sofa watching TV stood up, saw Jiang Shuiyuan following behind, and smiled, "I haven't seen you for a long time!"

"It's been a long time." Jiang Shuiyuan smiled and pointed at Sheng Qiqi, "You can dye her hair back and straighten it by the way."

The boss is a woman in her 40s. Her reddish-brown hair is neatly combed behind her head and tied low. When she smiles, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes are particularly obvious. She walked over and wiped Sheng Qiqi's hair. Q: "Just dyed?"

Then he turned around and asked Jiang Shuiyu, "Your sister?"

"Ah yes." Jiang Shuiyuan nodded.