Because he received the promotion notice for the next round of the competition, Song Yichen has been stinky and beautiful in the past few days.

Next to him, there was a lot of chattering.

The mood change can be comparable to that of a child, just like the weather every day, cloudy and sunny.

Under Song Yichen's tireless efforts to popularize knowledge, Han Feiyu learned that the third episode of "Song Road" will be broadcast on time on the TV station at 8 o'clock this evening.

Song Yichen had eaten breakfast, and the whole person seemed extremely excited, holding the remote control and standing next to the TV.

Han Feiyu didn't have a chance to watch the morning news if he wanted to.

Poor batch.

The sun had been exposed for nearly a month, and it was raining lightly outside the window, and the sky was gray and the sun was nowhere to be seen.

Even so, the air was still a bit stuffy, mixed with moisture, which was uncomfortable.

At least that's how Han Feiyu feels.

He added some cat food to Hua Arm's rice bowl, then went back to his room, changed into slightly drier clothes, and prepared to go out and cut his hair.

was at the entrance of the door, when he put on his shoes and was about to push the door and leave, Song Yichen's voice came from behind him.

"It's raining outside, why are you going?"

Song Yichen asked puzzled.

Han Feiyu pointed to his head and said, "Cut your hair." ”

"Oooh. Song Yichen nodded clearly, and then seemed to think of something, and hurriedly said, "Wait for me for a while, together." ”

As she spoke, she slowly looked extremely reluctant to leave the sofa, turned off the TV, and stretched out her shoes.

A small piece of white and tender skin on the waist is faintly exposed, which is particularly eye-catching in the slightly dim living room.

Han Feiyu: "......"

If you want to be together, then you should hurry up and change your clothes, the action is slow, is it an old man?

Do you need to help you find a wheelchair?

"Right away, wait for me for a few minutes, hehe. ”

Under Han Feiyu's eyes, Song Yichen laughed embarrassedly, and then ran back to the room with small steps, also planning to change his clothes.

Five minutes......

Ten minutes......

Fifteen minutes......

Han Feiyu glanced down at the time on his phone.

Good guy, is this a change of clothes? I'm afraid it's not going to make clothes!

Fortunately, he had the foresight and did not stand at the door and wait.

Han Feiyu sat on the sofa, holding his eldest brother's flower arm in his arms.

As for the flower arm, he looked at the rice bowl not far away with a pair of round Kazlan eyes.

From time to time, he struggled a few times, wanting to leave Han Feiyu's "gentle embrace".

Damn humans, vile two-legged beasts!

Let go of me, I'm going to eat!

Meow~

The flower arm that was held in his arms like a child made a pitiful and helpless and weak cry.

However, falling into Han Feiyu's ears, he couldn't control his hands even more, and groped for a while on the weak and boneless body of the flower arm.

With a smile on his face that makes it unbearable to look at.

It's cool to pet the cat for a while, and it's always cool to pet it all the time!

Finally, another five minutes passed, and the door of Song Yichen's room was pushed open from the inside, and she crept out like a thief.

"Hehe, that's five minutes, it's a long time. ”

Han Feiyu said unceremoniously and mockingly.

At the same time, he also stopped the action of petting the cat in his hand, and the flower arm also escaped, and he fell into Han Feiyu's arms with weakness and weak limbs.

Meow meow~

Damn shovel officer, go on!

I'm comfortable, why did I stop!?

"Hehe, what's the hurry, isn't there still time?"

Song Yichen smiled wryly.

Han Feiyu threw a roll of his eyes at her angrily, and immediately picked up the flower arm and put it on the ground, got up and walked out of the living room.

"Bye-bye, little flower arm. ”

Song Yichen smiled and waved his hand at the flower arm, following closely behind.

Meow~

This shameless human, despicable two-legged beast, and I am left alone to guard the house?!

Sure enough, love will disappear and become cold!

Is that right?

Meow~ What do you say, cat food!

Hua Arm ran to the rice bowl, meowed twice, and then stuck his head in the rice basin, unwilling to leave for a long time.

......

The rain outside seemed to be much lighter than expected.

Han Feiyu stretched out his hand and watched the drizzle fall on the palm of his hand, and instantly felt that there was no need to use an umbrella at all.

He wore a light blue sweatshirt on the top, black woven slacks on the bottom, a pair of sneakers on his feet, and a shaved beard, the whole person looked like a well-mannered college student.

Han Feiyu walked on the rightmost sidewalk with an umbrella in his hand, and behind him was Tie Hanhan and Song Yichen.

Sure enough, no one likes to go out in this kind of weather, and there are very few people on the street.

"Where are we going, where are we going?"

Song Yichen still maintained her excited state, and asked curiously as she approached.

Han Feiyu was accustomed to her curious baby appearance, and said patiently: "Just ahead, it's coming soon." ”

Soon after crossing a road and turning two corners.

The two finally arrived at the barbershop.

Han Feiyu used to come to this shop often, so he was familiar with it.

The owner of this shop and him are barely fellow villagers, both from the same province.

"Yo, little brother isn't going to work today?"

As soon as he pushed open the door and walked in, the middle-aged boss took the lead in getting up and saying hello.

Han Feiyu smiled at him and nodded, he didn't say anything about his resignation, and he felt completely unnecessary when he thought about it.

"Haircut comes here first. ”

The boss called Han Feiyu to the side corner to wash his hair, leaving Song Yichen alone on the sofa in the bright hall, looking around in a daze.

"That's your girlfriend out there? ”

With nothing to do, the middle-aged boss began to find a topic with foamy hands.

"Oh, no, no!"

Han Feiyu was slightly stunned and hurriedly denied.

"What's not, are you chasing her? Or is she chasing you? Looking at your expression, I know that the relationship between the two of you is definitely not ordinary. ”

The middle-aged boss began to put warm water to rinse the foam on Han Feiyu's head, and his face was full of gossip.

Han Feiyu opened his mouth, wanting to defend but didn't know what to say.

"Not really!"

He spoke helplessly.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged boss smiled and said, "I understand, I understand, it was the same when I chased my wife, it's all the same." ”

Han Feiyu: "......"

▄█▀█● kneeling

You know a sledgehammer for Demacia!

Han Feiyu didn't bother to continue to explain, for fear that if he didn't say a word, he would make up an eight-hundred-word essay in his brain.

Let's be a quiet and beautiful man!

︿(￣︶￣)︿

Han Feiyu sat in front of the long mirror and looked at himself in glasses.

Hiss~

The next second, he couldn't help but gasp.

Why are there such handsome people in this world!

"Click, click!"

The middle-aged boss picked up the scissors and danced twice in his hand, pressed Han Feiyu's shoulder, and said heroically: "What kind of hairstyle will you change this time?"

"Hmm...... Well...... Why don't you look at it? ”

“......”

Han Feiyu was silent for a long time, and squeezed out such a sentence from his throat, which made the middle-aged boss have a headache in an instant.

"Then I'll be free to play. ”

"Hmm...... Line ......"

"Wait!"

The words "okay" just came to Han Feiyu's mouth, but was interrupted by a voice behind him.

The person who spoke was none other than Song Yichen.

I saw her happily come to the back of Han Feiyu's seat, tilt her head and glance at Han Feiyu in the mirror, and then scratched his head again.

Han Feiyu: "......"

Middle-aged boss: "......"

What kind of plane are you doing, this is me cutting my hair!

The corners of Han Feiyu's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help but not stand up and give her a burst.

Under the intently gaze of the two, Song Yichen was a little embarrassed, smiled, and said tentatively: "Do you want to burn it?"

"Don't!"

"Okay!"

It's embarrassing now, it's Han Feiyu's turn and the middle-aged boss to stare at each other.

"Ahem, brother, I think it's a pity that your hair is cut, or it's not too expensive. ”

The middle-aged boss coughed twice, and then began to tactically persuade.

Han Feiyu: "......"

I believe you are a big-headed ghost, and you just want to cheat the little money in your pocket!

"Boss, he didn't speak, that's a tacit acquiescence. ”

Song Yichen didn't forget to encourage him on the side, with a wicked smile on his face.

"Well, then I'll open up!"

The middle-aged boss happily put down the scissors and began to prepare the tools for the perm.

"Song Yichen, can you sit there honestly for me, there is you everywhere, big brother, come back quickly, I'm not hot!"

"Briefly, don't listen to him, I'll have the final say. ”

The middle-aged boss stood there for a while, not knowing what to do, and asked, "Who are you two listening to?"

"Of course it's me, it's not him, it's me who cuts my hair!" Han Feiyu said with a smile.

Song Yichen suddenly stepped forward with a straight face, covered Han Feiyu's mouth, looked at the shopkeeper with a smile, and said, "He has a little problem with his brain, listen to me, the boss go and prepare." ”

"That'...... Okay. ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged boss turned around and continued to prepare the perm tools.

"Song Yichen, you! you!"

Han Feiyu, who finally gasped for breath, was so angry that he stammered, and he couldn't say anything.

"What's wrong with me, I'm doing this for your good, Xiao Yuyu!

Song Yichen clasped his hands on his shoulders, stood behind him, his eyebrows fluttered, and he stuck out his tongue mischievously.

"Drop a fart girl, no, you have to be like me!"

"What's the same?"

"Hairstyle !!"

"Okay, I just want to change my style, will you pay me?"

“......”

Why is there a feeling of falling into a trap.

Song Yichen, a hateful woman!

Han Feiyu gritted his teeth and looked at Song Yichen, who was smiling like a demon projected in the mirror, and immediately felt pained and said, "I will pay, who is afraid of whom!"

After speaking, before Song Yichen could react, he shouted loudly again: "Boss, change my friend's hairstyle, you have to push off all the shiny ones!"

"Get out, you!"

Song Yichen bit his lip and kicked Han Feiyu's seat.

"Come on, come on, don't worry. ”

The middle-aged boss walked over slowly with a lot of things, followed by a woman who was the same age as him, but still charming, was his wife.

"Wife, you go and entertain this beauty. ”

The middle-aged boss commanded, and then began to pound Han Feiyu's head with a quick movement.

"Little beauty, come and sit here. ”

The proprietress beckoned Song Yichen to sit down on the chair next to her.

Song Yichen happily agreed.

My sister speaks so nicely.

"Sister, get her a big bald head. ”

Han Feiyu, who was sitting on the chair and couldn't move significantly, said viciously.

"Hmph. ”

Song Yichen glanced at him with great disdain, said a series of nouns that Han Feiyu had never heard of, and talked with the proprietress with laughter.

Han Feiyu: "......"

Why do you suddenly feel like a turtle mentally retarded?

Damn it!

(> dish <)

A few hours later.

Night falls.

The barbershop door was slowly pushed open from the inside.

Han Feiyu walked out with a loveless expression, followed by Song Yichen, who was full of energy.

"Xiao Yuyu, don't be like this, I didn't lie to you, this hairstyle is really handsome. ”

"I don't listen, I don't believe. ”

"Hey, you'll know slowly, my vision will never be wrong. ”

"Hehehe. ”

With your Song Yichen's vision, I'm afraid it's not decades of presbyopia.

The hair on this head is made like noodles, can it be called very handsome?

Fool it!

Han Feiyu pursed his lips and walked towards the front.

The air is full of freshness that is unique to the rain after the rain.

Walk under the dim street lamps.

Han Feiyu is in front, and Song Yichen is behind.

"Scumbag and scumbag", a tin foil perm, a big wave.

The shadows of the two overlapped and were stretched longer and longer.