On the morning of the weekend, it was about ten o'clock, * got up, opened the curtains, and turned around to look for the eyes, only to find that the eyes were crushed last night, but fortunately they were not scratched by the broken lenses.

The good mood of the day is gone, because a pair of glasses is not a small price, enough for me to earn for a week.

So I had to make do with lunch, ate some boiled noodles, no green onions, no eggs, the taste was faint, and then climbed into bed and played with my mobile phone, planning to wait until four or five o'clock in the afternoon, go out with a pair of glasses, and buy a little more food to fight the tooth sacrifice.

The weekend seemed to be half of the usual time, and it passed quickly, I got up and packed up and prepared to go out, and I searched for an optical store according to the map, the price was right, the evaluation was good, and when I walked into the store, it was an optical store opened by two old couples, but their son came over later, and it looked like it should be a family business.

The aunt is very talkative and kind, and the uncle seems to be a traditional old man influence and has a very stubborn temper.

And today's story comes from a sentence from my aunt: Alas, little brother, are you from the barbershop?

Mistaken for a barber shop brother, I think it's quite interesting, as for hair dyeing, naturally it doesn't exist, because not long ago I felt that I should change my hairstyle, so I was in a nearby barber shop, permed my hair, but because I couldn't keep up with nutrition since childhood, I lacked calcium, iron, zinc, selenium, vitamins or something, and my hair looked a little yellow, but after the perm, there was a little bit of wine red on the side of the color, which looked very good.

After all, a good-looking hairstyle is still very important to her, and it is worth being happy to make a good-looking hair, and no one wants to face their gray hair.

But I accidentally broke her illusion, and I'm really sorry to be honest.

After a few years, my hair has become thinning and gray, and I will dye it too, and make it as fashionable as a young man, don't laugh at my stupidity, after all, it is the love of life, the yearning for youth.

The hipster guy in the barber shop is hitting his hand, please wait a moment,

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