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The punishment Xun Song said was of course having his hair cut, so he had to do it himself if he had such a good opportunity.

The other party continued to leave the door without saying a word, and he didn't know whether he heard it or not, so Xun Song cut him off, planning to tie him up if he didn't go.

After packing up his things, he rubbed against Li Qiang's car to go home, but they were blocked by Xu Qingtian at the school gate.

Xun Song's brain quickly reviewed the past few days. Apart from being forced to climb over the wall, he has become a model student these days. Could it be that his skipping class was revealed?

"Director, what's the matter?" Li Qiang asked, he didn't have Xun Song's leadership these days, and he was still attending classes honestly, except for being late occasionally...

Xu Qingtian looked at the serious faces of the two, then turned his gaze to Xun Song and said, "Tell your mother to come over sometime."

Xun Song: "Director, I haven't even been late or left early these days..."

Xu Qingtian interrupted him: "You can yell if you want, there are so many nonsense."

Xun Song: "..."

The two people on the road were puzzled.

Xun Song: "It's over, Xu Qingtian won't really have a crush on my mother, will he?"

Xu Qingtian has been divorced for many years, and this matter is no secret in No.[-] Middle School.

......

Ms. Jiang is rarely at home today, watching Korean dramas on the sofa.

"Why are you back?" Ms. Jiang raised her head when she heard the movement.

Xun Song: "..." Listen, does this sound like what a mother said to her third-year son in high school who finally came home?

"I haven't cooked yet, you can heat up the food in the refrigerator." After speaking, Ms. Jiang Yulan turned her gaze back to the TV.

Xun Song put on his shoes and threw down his schoolbag, walked towards the kitchen and informed his mother: "Congratulations, Ms. Jiang Yulan, I have been invited by Mr. Xu Qingtian once. Please find time to attend the appointment next week."

Ms. Jiang, who was interrupted to watch the show, was already flattered, and threw the ball of paper in her hand to the kitchen: "I don't have anything new all day, don't say it's my son when I go out."

He warmed up the food skillfully, and when Xun Song set the dishes, Ms. Jiang in front of the sofa was already crying out of breath following the heroine on TV: "Damn it, how could he do this, I'm going to kill this hero , is it human?"

Xun Song gave up the idea of ​​asking her to eat together, and touched the chopsticks to eat by himself.

Before finishing eating, Ms. Jiang, who was tired from crying, smelled the aroma and sat down at the dining table, and began to show maternal love to his only son: "You are in the third year of high school, aren't you?"

Xun Song picked up a chopstick and nodded: "That's right, my elderly mother."

In the next second, Ms. Jiang patted the chopsticks on the table.

"Xun Song, it's the third year of high school, and you were invited as a parent in the first week?" Ms. Jiang, whose reflex arc can circle the world twice, said loudly.

"Mom...it's already the second week." Xun Song rubbed his forehead, "And I performed very well this week, I learned that the dark circles under my eyes came out, who knows what kind of style Xu Qingtian has. "

"Shut up, I don't know about you yet." Jiang Yulan, who has a deep understanding of her son's peeing behavior, continued, "It's already a third year in high school and you still look like this. This time, I want to have a good chat with Director Xu."

"What was your score in the last math test?" Jiang Yulan asked suddenly.

Sensing that the aura of fucking intermittent maternal love has risen again, Xun Song speeds up the speed of cooking.

"Tsk, squeak, you."

Xun Song wiped his mouth and put down his chopsticks: "Mom, I'm full, I'm going to the store."

"The power outage in the store, what are you doing?"

Xun Song: "Why is there a power outage everywhere? I have an appointment with a customer."

"I can't help but make an appointment. If there is no electricity, what do you use to cut it for others?"

"I remember there was a clipper for charging." Xun Song said while putting on his shoes, even if the power went out, he would push Yu Fan's hair today.

"I don't know where it went." Ms. Jiang added a bowl of rice and said, "It's up to you, if it doesn't work, just use a knife to cut it."

Xun Song imagined the scene: "..." Why did his mother grow a mouth.

When we arrived downstairs, Xun Song waited for a while, holding his mobile phone, wondering if he should send a message to ask if someone had gone out, and then saw Yu Fan carrying a bag of garbage to the front trash can and throwing it away, then turned and turned towards he comes.

In the garbage just thrown away, Xun Song saw several takeaway boxes, and couldn't help asking: "You don't eat takeaway at home every day, do you?"

The other party raised his eyelids to look at him, and finally opened his mouth and hummed.

Seeing his awkward look, Xun Song couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth. He felt that this person's EQ was that of a child, at most three and a half years old.

"It's not good to eat too much takeaway," Xunsong said at a loss for words, "You can learn to make some simple ones, and your IQ will definitely be mastered as soon as you learn it."

In the next sentence, Yu Fan revealed his true colors: "Take care of me."

Xun Song: "... I'm too lazy to bother you." He secretly scolded himself for talking too much, this person just doesn't know good from bad.

The two arrived at the barber shop in silence, Xun Xun let go of the iron gate, and touched the corner to turn on the light, only to realize that there was no electricity here.

"You're unlucky," Xun Song started looking for something to say again, "The power went out, so I can only cut it for you in the dark today, so..."

Xun Song found a packing box in the bottom cabinet and opened it: "So if you don't perform well today, please forgive me."

Yu Fan just sat down on the chair: "..."

It was still early, and there was still some light in the store. From the mirror, Yu Fan saw that Xun Song took out something from a box, and then pressed it, and the thing made a vibrating sound.

"There is electricity, so lucky." Xun Song began to roll up his sleeves, "Come on, take another good look at your hairstyle, it will be gone in a while."

Yu Fan: "Do you cut your hair with your mouth?"

"..." Xun Song reacted for a moment, and felt that his mother's proposal seemed very good, and really wanted to cut him.

He gestured the clipper in his hand twice and replied, "I advise you to be more polite to your barber now."

Don't you understand the reason that you can't offend the barber if you offend anyone?

"Get up, wash your hair." Xun Song kicked the stool.

Naturally, the water heater can’t be used without an electric water heater. This didn’t bother Xun Song, so he borrowed two pots of hot water from the next door, adjusted the water temperature with his hands, and said to the sitting human: “Lie down.”

Yu Fan lay down on his back, glanced at the person above and closed his eyes, he looked like a lamb being slaughtered.

Xun Song admired his rare appearance for a moment, and then began to wash his hair.

While washing the pine, I thought, why is he serving him instead of being punished?

The person lying down suddenly said, "Don't grab it."

Xun Song: "What?"

"Your hand," Yu Fan said impatiently, "don't scratch it."

The old man in Xunsong subway looked at his mobile phone: "What's the point of washing your hair if you don't scratch it twice? Don't you never scratch your hair when you wash it?" That's just too scary.

Yu Fan's ears were inconspicuously red: "...I just washed it this morning." Of course he would wash his hair carefully after washing himself, but he just realized that it would be so itchy when others scratched his scalp. Breathing is a little difficult.

It wasn't so itchy last time, didn't he wash it off in the morning?

"I should have said it earlier." Xun Song flicked the water to rinse off the shampoo for him, then wrapped his head with a towel and lifted it up, "Rinse it again later."

Xun Song put the water in the posture of raising his head, then bent down to reach the hot water bottle on the ground, and immediately took up his jacket, revealing a white waist, which looked straight into Yu Fan's eyes.

Feeling that his throat was a bit dry, Yu Fan cleared his throat: "Is there any water?"

Xun Song adjusted the water temperature and took him to lie down: "Screaming daddy is there."

Yu Fan stopped talking.

After washing their hair, the two moved to the mirror, Xun Song took the fader and was about to show off, when he suddenly thought of something and said, "Oh, it's a pity to see my work disappear, why don't you take a photo of it to commemorate it?" ?”

Before Yu Fan could respond, he took out his mobile phone and took a picture in the mirror, and kindly made a rabbit ear behind Yu Fan's ear.

Putting away the phone under Yu Fan's staring gaze, Xun Song finally started to work formally.

Accompanied by the buzzing sound of the fader, a strand of jet-black hair fell to the ground, and a part of the bangs of the person in the mirror was instantly missing, and Xun Song's shoulders began to shake.

Seeing the people behind him holding back their laughter, Yu Fan couldn't stand it and closed his eyes.

"By the way," Xun Song smiled, "Do you like Pikachu?"

Yu Fan, who felt that there was nothing good about him: "I don't like it."

Then I heard the voice behind me: "That's great."

The buzzing sound finally stopped, and Xunsong's shoulders trembled from the beginning to the end.

"Hey," Xun Song tapped his shoulder, "Open your eyes and have a look." His voice was a bit depressed, not at all the excitement at the beginning.

Yu Fan opened his eyes, saw his new hairstyle in the mirror, and raised his eyebrows.

The eyebrows and eyes of the person in the mirror are delicate and delicate. He usually looks gentle with bangs, but now the bangs are completely gone, revealing his entire forehead. His soft hair stands on end, and his eyebrows and eyes are sharper. There is no doubt that this is not Punishment, but welfare.

Xun Song, who felt that he had cheated himself again, was disheartened, what was he doing this for?It was obviously a punishment, not to mention that it didn't achieve the punishment effect at all, and I served him again for no reason, I was so stupid.

Depressed, Xun Song threw the sponge to him: "Wipe it yourself." The young master stopped serving.

Yu Fan's expression softened a lot at this time, obediently took the sponge and wiped it twice, then took off the apron and got up: "How much is it?"

Xun Song said impatiently, "Wu Price, hurry up." He didn't want to look at his face now, he wanted to strangle himself to death just by looking at his face.

Seeing that Xun Song was unhappy, Yu Fan curled his mouth instead, and he stretched out his hand to rub someone's hairy head: "Thank you." Then he went out before someone jumped.

"Damn it..." Xun Song kicked the chair leg again, full of anger and nowhere to vent, he stretched out his hand to ruffle his hair, is he really an idiot?

The mobile phone in his pocket beeped, and there was a news coming in. He took out his pocket irritably, and only after seeing the news did he remember that he still had an appointment today.

Qin Yuan—Brother Song, do you have time today?

It is not accurate enough to say that the appointment is not accurate enough. To be precise, there is still a favor to be repaid.

This favor is still owed because of Yu Fan.

In order to take Yu Fan to skip class, he asked the people in the next class to help. Naturally, the help was not in vain. The other party's condition was to let Xun Song take him to score in the game.

What's the matter, Xun Song is autistic.

Now he is not in the mood to play games at all, so he made an appointment with the other party tomorrow. He had already pushed back and forth because he was studying, but fortunately, the other party was easy to talk, and he readily agreed.

Xun Song held his mobile phone and bit his back molars, thinking that Yu Fan must not be taken advantage of.

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