Among the tourist attractions of Huaxia Film and Television City, there is a rare folk performance base program. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The show was performed by an old man from an ethnic minority, and he performed a show of shaving his head with a sickle.

Every day, the old man shouts loudly at folklore performances with a sharpened scythe, inviting visitors to come and cooperate with his head-shaving stunt.

But the sickle in his hand is too scary, and few tourists who watch the performance dare to try the knife, and there are very few people who perform in this show, and this old man is in the folk performance group, and he has the least money.

But today, the head of the performance troupe told him that there was a big deal that he needed to do, so the old man carried a flat shoulder and followed the head of the troupe to a palace in the film and television city.

"Hey, Chen Broken Sleeve, I asked you to find someone who shaved his head, how did you find an old man who cut wheat?"

Guo Dalu looked at the old man of the ethnic minority who was carrying a flat burden, and wondered, "Do you use a sickle to shave your head?"

Chen Ruihu beside him shouted: "Oh, I've searched all the nearby barber shops, what kind of hairstylist, what kind of stylist, what kind of stylist, is there a person who can shave his head!

Guo Dalu was stunned for a moment, ", won't you?" If this barber shop can't even shave its bald head, then it's still a fart? Close the door as soon as possible!"

Chen Ruihu said: "Don't say it, the business of these barber shops is still very good, because they occupy the light of the film and television city, the land is expensive, and the fees are high. ”

Guo Dalu said: "There are a lot of moths in the film and television industry! This is in the countryside, you won't shave your head when you open a barber shop, so don't you make people laugh and pee?"

He glanced at the minority uncle, "I said, is it okay for this old man to shave his head? When the time comes, don't shake your hand and pull off people's ears with a sickle." ”

Chen Ruihu said: "It's okay, this old man's hand is steady, besides, I really pulled my ears down, it's a big deal to go to the hospital and pick them up again, anyway, I can't get out of my life." ”

The actors standing next to them heard the conversation between the two, and they all scolded secretly in their hearts, "Paralyzed, do you talk like this?"

The old man at the scene put down the flat shoulder on his shoulder, took out the whetstone, sharpened the sickle for a while, tried the edge with his fingers, and then nodded with satisfaction, just as he was sharpening the knife, the small stove in front of him had already boiled a pot of water sitting on the stove.

The old man took out the basin, the towel, and the knife cloth from the other end of the pick, and muttered a few words to the head of the regiment beside him, his eyes aimed at everyone on the scene.

Guo Dalu saw that the old man picked up two ends of the flat pole, one end is a small stove, the other end is a guy, it is still an ancient head shaving business, and he can't help but be surprised, ", why do you still have this craft? Pick up the burden and shave the head, this is rare now!"

Chen Ruihu said: "Isn't this a folk performance, now this is still preserved, and you can't see it at all in normal times." It was only when I saw this old man who shaved his head that I realized where the phrase 'shaving his head is hot and hot' came from. ”

Guo Dalu laughed, "Okay, just try this old man's craft." ”

A person standing next to the old man asked, "Uncle said, you can start, who will shave first?"

Guo Dalu stretched out his hand and pointed at Chu Tiange, "You come first!"

Chu Tiange's frightened body trembled, and he looked at Guo Dalu with a look of fear, "Guo ...... Guo Ye, it's okay to shave your head, can you not use a sickle? This is too scary?"

Guo Dalu said: "What are you afraid of?

In order to maintain their so-called perfect body shape, the company has strict arrangements for what they eat and how much they eat every day. Even the styling of movies and television is handled by a team, for fear that they will suddenly become ugly, causing fans to be disgusted, which will cause the occurrence of de-fanning incidents.

This kind of so-called business supported by a single piece of skin can be described as a beautiful castle built on the beach, although beautiful, but fragile and vulnerable, any small flaw is enough to destroy their perfect image, thus causing a large number of fans to be dissatisfied and lose a large number of viewers.

Now that Guo Dalu asked Chu Tiange to shave his head here, he was naturally unhappy, but even his own boss agreed, what could he do?

Resign or don't do it?

Don't say that he doesn't have the courage, even if he has the courage, he has to have the strength.

The whirlwind company single-handedly made him a popular star, and the material and manpower spent was not ordinary, so the contract was signed not ordinarily harsh, and the amount of compensation he had to pay was astronomical if he wanted to get out of the whirlwind company.

These little fresh meat are god-like existences in front of fans, but in essence, they are just the company's money-making tools, not only are they called by the company's boss to come and go, but even their peers look down on them, and they barely maintain their brilliance in front of people.

Now even the boss Shi Haiping is a little trembling in front of Guo Dalu, how dare he Chu Tiange be disobedient?

Chu Tiange glanced at Guo Dalu a few times, and then at Shi Haiping a few times, and finally hesitated to walk to the old man with a shaved head and sit down slowly, letting the old man press his head in the basin and rub it, and when the old man put the fast-sharpened sickle on his forehead, the handful of hair on the top of Chu Tiange's frightened head stood up.

Seeing Bingbing's sickle sticking to his hairline, Chu Tiange's skin trembled, his eyes were closed, and he didn't dare to look at anything.

After a while, the scalp suddenly cooled, and there was a soft sound of "brushing", and this coolness extended from the hairline to the top of the head, and then a strand of hair fell from front of him and stuck to his face.

Chu Tiange exclaimed, and his whole heart was so frightened that his throat flew out of his eyes.

Then his scalp tightened, and the old man with the sickle rubbed his scalp a few times, and muttered a few words.

The translator next to him said: "Brother, the old man said to be honest, if you call again, what if he slips his hand and cuts your head?"

Chu Tiange didn't dare to say anything, his lips were tightly closed, and his body trembled slightly.

He only felt his scalp loose for a while, and the sickle rubbed back and forth against his scalp, as if after a century had passed, the old man pressed his head into the basin of water again and scrubbed it, and finally wiped his whole head clean with a hot towel, patted him on the head lightly, and muttered a word.

The person who served as the old man's translator next to him smiled: "Okay, after shaving, open your eyes, next!"

Chu Tiange slowly exhaled a breath, slowly opened his eyes, and wanted to get up to get out of the way, but his whole body was weak, and he couldn't stand up for a while.

He was terrified!