Don't look at this young man looks very tender, but his haircutting skills are quite skilled, so old and spicy that even Yuan Wei nods frequently.

In their town, Yuan Wei's father is the leader of the barber industry, although because of the age, the more trendy techniques and hairstyles are relatively rusty, but the basic skills are quite solid, and he has brought out many apprentices, and he has been exposed to it since he was a child, even if he didn't really learn, he also has a good skill.

Under the operation of the young man's Yun Cutting Rufei, Peng Qiao's hair was quickly repaired.

When it was Jiang Cong's turn, he looked at Peng Qiao's hairstyle and felt that it was not bad, so he applied it directly.

Peng Qiao added on the side: "We all cut the same hairstyle. ”

The boy didn't say a word, and another wave of shears flew like flying, and he cut the same shape in three or two clicks.

It's just that when it was Yuan Wei's turn, the barber made a difficulty, and after looking at it for a long time, he looked embarrassed: "Brother, it's good to trim your hair a little, it's not good to cut it short." ”

Yuan Wei sighed, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Cut it, cut it like them, it can be regarded as a great luck in misfortune." ”

The hairstyle cut by Peng Qiao and Jiang Cong is slightly long in the front, and it can be regarded as bangs when it is slanted down, for Yuan Wei, as long as the hair after it is not erected, it can barely play a role.

"Oh well. The barber reluctantly complied, and at first when he fell, his movements were very slow, but the speed of cutting and cutting became faster, as if he had broken the preconceptions in his heart.

Yuan Wei closed his eyes, and after the young man said that after cutting, he closed his eyes and was silent for a minute or two, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing himself in the mirror, he sighed faintly, put on a smile with great difficulty, turned around and patted the barber on the shoulder, and walked out of the barber room alone.

Jiang Cong and Peng Qiao glanced at each other, and hurriedly chased out, as for the money for the haircut, when Yuan Wei closed his eyes and was silent, Peng Qiao had already settled it.

After they caught up with Yuan Wei, they immediately followed him to his left and right, and walked silently towards Qinqi together.

Seeing that Qin Qi was in sight, and there were only two portals, Yuan Wei suddenly smiled, looked left and right, and said self-deprecatingly: "Did it become ugly in an instant?" ”

"Actually, it's still very handsome. Jiang Cong looked at it very seriously and said very seriously.

"What you said earlier was an exaggeration. Peng Qiao also said seriously.

"Where is it exaggerated, as soon as the hair is cut short, it shows a horse face, and it is handsome!" Yuan Wei shook his head with a wry smile, his tone was full of sadness.

Jiang Cong pouted with Peng Qiao, in their opinion, Yuan Wei was still very handsome, although he was not so handsome.

I have to say that the hairstyle and face shape are indeed a very important factor.

Like this hairstyle, which is said to be called Mao Cun, it is especially suitable for Jiang Cong, and it looks a little handsome.

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After hesitating outside the store, Jiang Cong and the three of them still entered the piano and chess.

When she pushed the door open, Wang Mei, who was sitting behind the bar, habitually looked up, and lowered her head indifferently when she saw that it was them, and quickly raised her head when she felt that something was wrong......

Her gaze lingered on a few people for a moment, and then she locked her gaze on Yuan Wei, although there was nothing on her face, there was a thick surprise in her eyes, and she really lost points after cutting her hair short!

I don't know if it's because of the few people who changed their hairstyles, it's too subversive of her cognition or what, or after changing their hairstyles, several people began to become sensitive, whether it was Wang Mei, Jiang Cong or Yuan Wei, they all felt uncomfortable, as if someone was watching them all the time.

As for Peng Qiao, he didn't sit in the living room for a long time before he was called by Wang Li to go to the massage room.

In the middle of the afternoon, the old witch boy had free time and shook over from the massage room.

Because they were in a sensitive period, Jiang Cong and Yuan Wei were the first to notice his arrival, but no one was interested in covering up for their idleness, so they leaned back on the sofa casually, as if they didn't see him as a person.

The old witch man turned his hands behind his back, looked at them for a few seconds, then turned around and staggered away, and it could be seen from his steps that he felt very satisfied, and he did not have the consciousness of his employees to be passive and slacking off.

In the afternoon, time slipped away like wasted time, and in the evening, the two shifted their positions, climbed onto the roof of the kitchen, and silently blew the wind and looked at the starry sky.

Halfway through, Jiang Cong felt bored like this, so he found a power strip, flipped out the tape recorder, and began to play the tape and listen to the song.

This is the first appearance of this tape recorder in a foreign country, and it has its own neon signs, flashing in the song, adding a touch of style to the night.

The song was ghostly, and after several tape changes, time flew by again, and in the blink of an eye, it was closed.

And during this period, several people followed the singing, standing at the backyard door and looking at them curiously, Wang Mei didn't need to say it, Wang Li and Li Xiaoman also shook over, and even the old witch man came to check......

For their blatant negative sabotage, the old witch man still didn't have the consciousness of the boss, and after watching quietly for dozens of seconds, he turned around and left.

He was in such a happy mood that he was still humming softly to the rhythm of the tape.

Maybe it was because he was upset for too long during the day, but at night, Jiang Cong and Yuan Wei quickly fell asleep, and Peng Qiao, who had worked hard to push the sofa together, was speechless.

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"This is the noodles you have to make us get up to eat?" Peng Qiao slammed the bowl he was holding on the wooden table, and looked at Wang Mei who was looking at them as if he was inviting merit on the side.

Having learned the previous lesson, they didn't open the curtains before going to bed, thinking that they could sleep until ten o'clock, but they were stunned by Wang Mei early in the morning and shouted at the door, insisting that they eat the delicious noodles she cooked.

"What's wrong with this noodle? I think it's delicious. Wang Mei was not happy when she heard this, her smiling little face immediately turned cold, her willow eyebrows were upside down, and she glared back not to be outdone.

"Delicious? You asked Jiang Cong, see if it's delicious. Peng Qiao sneered and stretched out his hand to point at Jiang Cong.

"Is it delicious?" Wang Mei immediately looked at it.

"Uh......" Jiang Cong silently took a bite of noodles and muttered something indistinctly.

"Do you think it's delicious?" Wang Mei turned to Yuan Wei again and asked with an expectant face.

Yuan Wei pursed his lips tightly, was silent for more than ten seconds, and suddenly asked, "It seems that it is your turn to cook today?"

Wang Mei nodded vigorously and said unashamedly: "Otherwise, I will cook noodles early in the morning?"

"Have you ever eaten this noodle?" Yuan Wei was silent for a few more seconds, his gaze swept over Wang Mei and then fell on Wang Li.

He is very adaptable, and after just a few days, he already talks and laughs at the employees of Qinqi, including Li Xiaoman, the locals who don't come to the pedical, and the old witch.

Of course, the old witch man is a mountain that he can't cross, and this guy always has an inexplicable hostility towards him and Jiang Cong.

Wang Mei and Wang Li nodded together, and Yuan Wei asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious. Wang Mei and Wang Li nodded together again.

"I'm in a bad mood today, so let me cook. Yuan Wei sighed, and after saying this, he put down the dishes and chopsticks and got up from his seat.

Peng Qiao sneered, snapped his chopsticks, and followed behind Yuan Wei.

"Hey, wait for me. Jiang Cong gently put down the dishes and chopsticks, wiped his mouth casually, and quickly chased after him.