I always look at the unfading track clouds in the sky, always thinking that the future is far, far away, but in a blink of an eye, I am at a loss, but with a little expectation, looking forward to the next time..........

In a small but unusually dimly lit room, the sound of keyboard tapping and mouse clicks can be heard from time to time. Accompanied by bursts of slashing sounds unique to e-sports games.

"In Short!!" At this time, a voice came from downstairs, not big but extremely penetrating, at least for Jianyan, the voice was a little hoarse, that is a kind of middle-aged man will have a unique voice, and he has not even seen him, just listening to the voice, the old-fashioned appearance of the voice owner can appear in his mind.

The young man in his twenties, thin cheeks, slightly long hair, and the appearance of not waking up, like most boys of this age, are addicted to online games, addicted to their own world, and do not want to communicate, do not want to go out, and do not want to ....... But unlike others, he was only on vacation, to put it simply, on vacation........

It's just that at this time, his eyes were bloodshot but unusually calm, his eyes were focused on the computer, but his hands never stopped for a moment, and he simply ignored the sound.

"Tata Tower......" The sound of heavy footsteps came from the stairs. The pace was very slow, but unusually firm, at this time the young man frowned, staircase-staircase-corridor-door, quickly stood up the moment the door was pushed open, sorted out his clothes, and looked at the middle-aged man in the uninvited suit and leather shoes in front of him, dressed elegantly. Slowly spit out a sentence: "What's the matter?"

"Go downstairs!" The middle-aged man's glasses glowed with a chilling cold light, glanced at the other party, glanced at the display screen on the computer that had not yet ended, and the word "failure" appeared suddenly. Taking a step forward, he pulled the curtains open at once, letting the warm afternoon sunlight slant into the room. The strong sunlight made Jian Yan unconsciously cover his eyes, it was a "messy" room, except for the computer desk neatly arranged, the rest of the place seemed to have a big explosion.

"What are you doing downstairs?" Jian Yan leaned sideways, crossed his hands on his chest, frowned tightly, and asked again with sharp and angular sword eyebrows.

"Peng—" The middle-aged man closed the door.

directly ignored his son's impatience, and replied in the same tone: "Haircut, it's almost the end of the year!"

"I don't want to go! My hair doesn't grow. Jian Yan refused, and even said it very neatly, and then turned around to re-enter his safe room.

The final result was: he reluctantly got into the car despite his father's words.

"Where is this going? Isn't there a barber center that doubles as a casual one?" asked in the passenger seat. It was found that the car was driving in the other direction. It was the gateway to the countryside, a place that, in short, was not much fun.

Ignoring Jian Yan's question, the middle-aged man held the steering wheel in both hands, looked at the front with his eyes motionless, and drove the car intently.

Seeing his father like this, Jian Yan didn't bother to be verbose, leaned sideways slightly, took out his mobile phone, put on headphones, listened to relaxing music, and looked at the scenery outside the window.

For a moment, the car fell into silence, and in short, such an atmosphere I thought I was used to. "How's the car practice?"

"Huh?" the drowsy Jian Yan half-squinted. Immediately came to his senses, and without even taking off the headphones, he said perfunctorily, "It's okay! Haven't I already passed the driver's license?"

"What is the speed limit for motor vehicles on country streets?"

"Uh...... I don't know, you're so annoying, and you ask me such a simple question?" Jian Yan turned his head in annoyance.

...........

The setting sun is setting,

"Get out of the car!"

Jian Yan got out of the car one step ahead of the other party, looked up at the empty sky, and lost his mind.

"What are you bringing me here for?" asked Jian Yan in confusion, his face twitching slightly for a moment, his expression flustered.

"Haircut!" replied the middle-aged man without raising his head.

"You've got enough fuel to drive here for a haircut many times!" Jian Yan said with a forced smile as he endured his indignation. Knowing that even if you don't cooperate, you still can't change the result.

This is not anywhere else, but the place where he lived before he was ten years old, Wuzhen, with that part of his childhood memories.

"Don't be stunned! come!" Seeing his father waving at him with a smile, Jian Yan thought about it and slowly followed.

The outside is dilapidated, like a legacy of the last century, and the surface of the house smells of time, covered with moss, and out of place with the surrounding buildings, but perfectly matched, as if only such a historical product is worthy of everything here. Inside, however, there was a cave in the sky, a clean and tidy floor, and at least a mirror with a flat mirror, with the characteristic smell of a traditional barbershop, with modern elements in it, which smelled like shampoo and some kind of spice, evoking memories in the depths of Jane's memory, not much, but fresh in memory, as if it had happened yesterday.

"Three...... Third grandmother!" Jian Yan looked back at his father, who was deliberately lagging behind, and walked into the barber shop with a smile.

"Huh, isn't this a little talk?" exclaimed the gray-haired old woman who was giving a customer a haircut, and then shouted with joy, causing the customers who had been waiting in the barbershop to suddenly cast their eyes on Jian Yan.

If it weren't for the plastic film on his hands, Jian Yan really believed that his third grandmother would really pounce on him to give him a bear hug, but fortunately, such an embarrassing thing had not happened.

The person in front of him is resolute, and his hands and feet are so sharp that he can't tell that he is in his sixties, if he doesn't deliberately dye his hair, some people will believe him if he is in his forties.

In contrast, Jian Yan turned his head and looked at his father, who was still lagging behind, with two-thirds of the silver thread and the rest of the poor black hair, and if it weren't for revealing a smooth face with no wrinkles, looking from behind alone, one would think that the person in front of him was at least fifty years old.

Stroked his glasses, Jian Yan could rarely see the father who walked up to him showing a very embarrassed smile, like a teenager who had just entered the world, and the third grandmother pretended to be angry while getting a haircut, and what she said was nothing more than that the two of them hadn't come to see her for a long time. Even though it is a double purpose, there is no mistake in the movements in the hands. On the contrary, the customer is curious!

After a few words of greeting, Jian Yan saw his father pacing out, leaving Jian Yan to watch TV with other customers in every possible way, there seems to be no wifi here, Jian Yan took back his mobile phone after confirming it, and swiped around the screen again. On the contrary, the third grandmother in his mouth asked him a long question when he saw this. In short, he seems to be very restrained, he doesn't come often, and occasionally comes a few times during the New Year, but not much, and there is an instinctive resistance in his heart.

"You're really like your dad!" said the third grandmother with sudden emotion.

Jian Yan glanced at her father, who seemed to be walking outside the store, and looked at her with a little interest. As if he hadn't noticed the surprise in Jian Yan's eyes, after a while, he added: "Except for the hair, everywhere is it like?"

"Except for the hair?" Jian Yan asked strangely, puzzled.

"That's what I said!" The third grandmother laughed suddenly, and said in a mysterious voice: "You don't know that your father was like this when he was as young as you, his hair was like this, gray like a little old man, at that time I advised him to dye his hair, young people dress up a little more fashionably, but he is good, he has to be like a little girl......." The third grandmother said very nostalgic, as if she was talking about yesterday's events, and then she laughed to herself, and the customers in the store were also amused, and they all talked about it. The discussion was nothing more than what to eat for the brunette, and at this time, Jian Yan noticed that the customers waiting for the haircut were all elderly people without exception.

"My hair, sist," he said, touching his shiny black hair.

At this time, Jian Yan once again cast his eyes outside the door, looking for the back, thinking that he was dazzled, the store was empty, and his father had long since disappeared.