"Zheng Zheng, you can take your little brother to cut his hair sometime this afternoon." "..." "Did you hear that?". "Well, I knew I was not made of this material." Song Zheng Kankan deleted the yellow advertisement that jumped out, opened the nail, and waited for class. "It's too bad. I regret that Wenzhuli changed." Song Zheng looked at the "Physics Group (Wenzhuli)" displayed on the nail page and thought of the class teacher of Class 25. He was worried. Forget it, I'd better learn physics. "Second sister, take me to have my hair cut. My mother said that he had a card in the 'birthplace' and just reported his mobile phone number." Song Zheng sighed slightly, but she didn't want to go out. "Let's go."
It's raining outside. It's no small matter how big it is. Song Zheng saw the coming rainstorm yesterday and hurriedly put on her raincoat. She looks at Song Ziping, who has a round face, and finds a raincoat to put on him. Alas, I really spoil him. Boys should be caressed by the heavy rain. "Let's go." Song Zheng is riding an electric bike with Song Ziping behind him, walking steadily and quickly on the road. The birthplace is not far away, just opposite the Qiming Middle School near Song Zheng's home. After arriving at the destination, the rain stopped. Song Zheng was a little depressed. She liked rainy days, especially rainy days, which made Song Zheng feel an inexplicable sense of security and steadfastness. After entering the birthplace, there were three male apprentices, about the same age as Song Zheng. According to my mother, they all graduated from junior high school and failed to enter high school. They learned a craft to support themselves. Who knows whether they are or not. "Haircuts?" One of them was all black and cut his head. His voice was a little hoarse, very pleasant. "Yes, he cut it." Song Zheng turned and pointed at Song Ziping behind him. The sky blue skirt turned round. "Wash your hair first." "OK, go ahead." Song Zheng nodded and motioned to Song Ziping to obey the command. Next to him came a man with black hair, white shirt on his upper body, black and white checked trousers on his lower body, and a pair of Converse on his feet, leading Song Ziping to wash his hair. The boy in black walked by and sat down with the slightly fat boy with pink hair beside him playing games. Song Zheng takes back her eyes. What interests her is the black hair. It doesn't look like Grandma, which is very consistent with Song Zheng's taste. Song Zheng just stood and watched the black hair - milk dog - boy washed Song Ziping's head. Just when Song Zheng thought it was a "one-stop service", the inch boy took over and began to cut his hair. Song Zheng was stunned and looked at the black hair - milk dog - boy sitting next to the pink haired boy playing games, probably because Song Zheng could not understand the game page or play games. Song Zheng just stood and watched the boy with his hair cut. Very boring - the door of 'Crunch' was pushed open, and a middle-aged man came in with a sharp face, like malnutrition. A girl wearing a white floral dress and ginger high heels came out of the inner room and enthusiastically shouted, "Brother *, come to cut your hair, I call Master?" The man called Brother * nodded and walked to the place where you wash your hair without saying a word. The black haired boy dropped his mobile phone and started working. However, Song Ziping's haircut has not been completed yet. "Alas, how long will it take?" Song Zheng murmured in a low voice. The barber shop owner came out, took the scissors skillfully and cut them with a 'click click'. It was not long before they finished cutting. Maybe this is the difference between master and apprentice. One sits on a stool, and the scissors come and go freely. The other, uh Dawdle? No, that's called not familiar. Song Zheng, Song Zheng, why are you so irritable? You begin to think of others with a dark side. Let's face Song Zheng. Then another boy came in. Song Zheng felt that the dark boy looked familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen him. The boy with pink hair also began to practice his hands. After a while, he finished cutting. Ah, this and this, both of them have finished cutting. Song Zheng thinks that the young man with a short head is intentional. "Sit down, don't stand all the time." The boss said as he passed Song Zheng. Song Zheng can only smile. She is so irritable now. Song Zheng turns his head and sits in Song Ziping's symmetrical seat, upright and upright, to show that I'm not in a hurry. Take your time.
