various essays

This is Yan Ze's seventh visit to the barber shop this year, and the fifth time he called Ling Yan.

At first he liked the barber's taciturnity. Unlike other people's endless questioning and chatter, Ling Yan always waved the scissors quietly, with a focused and stern expression, as if he was not facing a boring man. It is not a guest but a precious work of art.

Later, he hoped that the barber who cherished words like gold would make an exception for his regular customers and say even one more nonsense.The inexplicable longing made Yan sit on the uncomfortable leather chair as soon as his recently dyed hair just started to turn black.

He carefully observed the people behind him through the mirror, yes, Ling Yan was different from everyone else, without colorful hair, messy tattoos, and trousers of different lengths, he looked so clean and tidy.Perhaps the most characteristic feature of a barber is his pair of slender and flexible hands, which are now stroking his head gently.

"I actually don't suggest you cut it now," Ling Yan said, "It's too early."

In a word.

Yan Ze silently counted in his heart. Their highest dialogue record is five and a half sentences. I don't know if there is a chance to break it today.

"Really, can you fix it a little bit?" Yan Ze paused and added, "I mean refinement, it's not easy to see, but it does take a lot of effort."

It took a lot of work, preferably long enough for you to get to know me.

Ling Yan nodded as an answer.

Yan Ze lowered his head regretfully and asked him to pinch the shawl behind his neck.It seems that the record cannot be broken today.

Ling Yan accurately carried out Yan Ze's time-consuming wish. He patiently and carefully trimmed those short hairs little by little, but Yan Ze lost his previous patience.

Would his customers complain about his dullness?He thought aimlessly, would anyone like his taciturnity as much as he did?

No, he had had enough of his silence.

"Do you like the haircut job?" Yan Ze asked.

Ling Yan nodded.

"Don't you think it's boring day after day?"

"will not."

second sentence.Yan put a cross on the "one" in his heart.

There was another long silence.

"Don't you like me too much?"

Ling Yan paused, stopped moving, looked at him in the mirror and slowly shook his head.

"But you just don't answer me." The moment he blurted out, Yan Ze suddenly understood what the emptiness and dissatisfaction in his heart was.

Ling Yan pursed his lips, still shaking his head.

"If you don't talk, you must not like me." Yan Ze repeated in a low voice, "Yes, you don't like me."

Ling Yan put down the scissors in his hand, and shook his head stubbornly.

"You only need to say one word, no," Yan Ze said, "four words, and I will never bother you again."

He turned around, no longer looking at the reflected light in the mirror, but at the real person.Four sentences, after four sentences, he will walk out of this barber shop, leaving without looking back sadly.

Ling Yan also looked at him, they didn't look at each other through a mirror, they really met each other's eyes.Looking at each other briefly, Yan found that his eyes were even more beautiful.Maybe after four sentences, he will leave sadly, and then muster up the courage to sit on the uncomfortable leather chair again.

"I don't talk because I can't tell you too much." Ling Yan took a deep breath, "It will make me nervous."

"Why?" Yan Ze tightly gripped his wrist, he felt that his heart was bulging and filling his chest, and something was about to come out.

Ling Yan lowered his eyelashes, avoiding his gaze: "When I'm nervous, I stutter, like now."

"Why?" Yan Ze asked stubbornly.

"because……"

"I like you."

At that moment, Ling Yan raised his head differently, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

"I like you."

It is the voice of words.

As he repeated this sentence, he thought in a trance that it was already five sentences, and he was about to break the record.

Just a little bit.almost...

He let go of his hand, stared fixedly at the opposite person, and waited with bated breath.

The distance between them was only one step, and Ling Yan easily crossed this short distance, filling the gap between them.

The record of five and a half sentences was not broken today.

Still, who cares?

All the unspoken words melted into this soft kiss.