Self-guided daily life after rebirth

The little maid understood, she reached out and grabbed the hem of the boy's coat, and escorted him behind Su Tong like a prisoner.

Just like that, the three walked into the studio in front of them.

As soon as he stepped into the door, a clever staff member came up and said respectfully:

"Miss Su, why are you here?"

And Su Tong took out the black gold card that was hardly used after the application, and handed it to the staff member:

"I don't need a haircut this time... Well, I brought a friend of mine to do it."

The Su family signed a contract with this studio, and hired the studio's chief hair stylist as a personal hair stylist, who will come to serve her the next day, so naturally she almost never came here, and only got the address of the studio from Lao Su.

"Is Mr. Tony there?"

She asked.

Hearing this name, Su Tong's eyelids trembled.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

"It's there."

The staff nodded hastily, "The studio is very free today, and Mr. Tony is also resting in the studio... Shall I take you to find him now?"

"it is good."

The team of three turned into four people, shuttled through the studio which occupied a large area, and came to a closed door after a while.

The staff stepped forward cautiously and knocked on the door:

"Teacher Tony... are you there?"

A gentle bass came from inside immediately:

"Huh? Is there something wrong?"

"That's how it is," the staff explained, "Miss Su Tong brought her friends to ask you for a hairstyle."

"Oh?"

The bass was immediately tinged with surprise and joy:

"Miss Su? That's a surprise, the door is unlocked...Forget it, let me open the door."

Then, the door was opened.

What caught the eye was a silver light—no, it wasn't silver light, but a head of dazzling silver hair that was neatly combed neatly and meticulously.

Teacher Tony doesn't seem to be a young man.

There are thin crow's feet in the corners of his eyes, and there are clusters of gullies on his face, which are not obvious, but they are full of years of weather, but his face is still firm.

Like steel.

Old men are no longer young, but never admit defeat.

His back is straight, and there is a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth at any time, and he seems to be smiling happily from the beginning to the end.

Like a flame.

Su Tong stared blankly at Teacher Tony, but he couldn't help feeling a sigh in his heart.

He is really a superb old man, an old man like steel and fire.

The old man had already lowered his head, looked at Su Tong for a moment, then nodded and said:

"Miss Su is still as beautiful as ever, a beautiful girl like a flower, it really makes me, an old man, feel ashamed."

"Not necessarily."

The girl also responded with a smile:

"Mr. Tony, you are the one who is always strong and energetic. Every time I see you, I feel bright."

The old man smiled gently:

"Then I will borrow Miss Su's good words and hope that the old man can live for more than ten years—it's just that you didn't come here just to make the old man happy, did you?"

He changed the subject.

The girl also pointed to the boy beside her:

"Yes, this time I came here to trouble Mr. Tony to help him design a hairstyle."

The old man turned his head and stared at the boy.

Su Tong.

Critical

[To be continued]

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Chapter 21

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Su Tong trembled.

He was sitting in the barber's chair, wrapped like a rice dumpling in the barber's apron.

Su Tong was sitting with Niya, watching behind him and eating melons with relish, very happy.

It's just that the person who was eaten melon was not so happy.

"Is it okay if you don't want to cut your hair, I just want to grow my hair long..."

Su Tong whispered bb.

"Young people should still be refreshed."

Teacher Tony gently flicked his freshly washed hair to observe the hair quality, "Short hair will look much better than it does now. Your foundation is good. With a proper hairstyle, it can also be said to be a facelift and a new life?"

The old man made a joke.

But the boy was still reluctant.

"I still want to stay longer."

So Teacher Tony's hand stopped.

He paused, let go of a lock of hair in his hand, and then patted Su Tong affectionately on the shoulder.

"Normal people love beauty, young man."

"……Um?"

As a matter of course, Su Tong didn't understand the words that came out of nowhere.

Only Su Tong understood.

She looked at the old man and Su Tong from a distance, and there was light in her eyes:

"Sure enough, no one should be underestimated."

The girl stopped playing with her little maid's silver hair, looked at Nia with a confused face, and asked:

"Nia, do you mean that the older a person is, the easier it is to become a sperm?"

The little maid didn't hear clearly, she blinked and asked:

"Miss, what did you say?"

"fine."

Su Tong smiled and shook her head, looking at the boy and the old man with interest.

It's just... It seems that there are some things that she doesn't need to point out.

……

The old man didn't know what was going on behind him, and naturally he didn't know that he had been used as a gun.

He just smiled gently:

"It's an instinct. In short, we are all pursuing more beautiful, stronger and better. After we are basically satisfied with food and clothing, we are chasing beauty. Moving in the direction of beauty... This is an eternal need buried in the instincts of our bodies and souls."

"so what."

The boy was not persuaded.

"So when everyone is pursuing beauty, you suddenly jump out and drive backwards... Either everyone has a problem or you have a problem. Of course, it is impossible for everyone to have a problem, right?"

Teacher Tony seemed to say casually.

He didn't finish.

As far as the master's tricks are concerned, the wise man's speech is naturally half-covered-but the meaning behind the words is already clear.

So Su Tong frowned:

"Everyone is right, so am I wrong?"

"I didn't say that."

Teacher Tony shrugged:

"This is what you said yourself. Since two cars on the same track are running in opposite directions, of course one car is definitely moving away from the end point—but the earth is round, so maybe the opposite direction can reach the end point in the opposite direction to a certain extent? "

As he spoke, he picked up the barber scissors, turned the scissors out in a chic and stinky way, and walked behind Su Tong in two steps, lowered his head and gently tucked the barber cloth for him.

"So, it's decided, dear guest, do you want to cut your hair?"

He murmured in a low voice, which sounded like a devil's whisper.

Su Tong just raised his head silently.

He stared blankly at himself in the mirror.

The hair has grown to a length that easily covers the eyes and even the tip of the nose, and has never been cared for carefully. It is just combed casually and it can be regarded as a hairstyle, so the ends of the hair are split, yellow, rough, and messy like a chicken coop.

Also like his life.

It has become like this since my father passed away, everything is messy and tangled... There was a time when I couldn't tell the difference between day and night, I stayed in the room all day, holding my father's photo, and there was only a pure blank in my mind.

That was an inflection point.

It is the inflection point of the first half of life and the second half of life.

He also hated his own weakness, hated why he was incompetent, and could only live in such a numb manner when he was not reconciled.

Everyone in the world is suffering and helpless.

What can I do?

Nothing more than alive, alive, and...

Alive.

To him, death may be a generous relief.

"Cut it."

he said softly.

But the old man behind him was stunned for a moment, then confirmed again:

"seriously?"

"……Um."

The boy nodded, and suddenly thought of something, so he asked in a low voice:

"However... you also said that you are a person with aesthetic distortion, so why... don't you think I am the kind of aesthetic distortion who thinks that I am a very good weirdo now?"

Teacher Tony smiled and shook his head:

"This question is very simple. I observed you when you entered the door, so I noticed that you have seen the photos posted on the small blackboard in my studio...these are all my favorite works, and I can have a feeling for that kind of beauty. People who resonate should not be eccentrics with distorted aesthetics."

"...Is that just the way it is?"

"of course not."