When Mu Xuan heard this, his melancholy face was filled with a sense of confusion, and his melancholy eyes were mixed with a hint of surprise.

"Sister, are you sure you want me to blow your hair?" Mu Xuan looked at Zhang Yue, his dark and deep pupils and extremely melancholy eyes were facing each other, Mu Xuan was also stunned, and asked in an uncertain tone.

"What? You don't want to? Zhang Yue's deep eyes darkened, and he bit his rosy lip and said. The tone was mixed with condescending, and it seemed that Mu Xuan could not refute it.

"No, I don't want to, it's just that I don't know how to blow my hair at all..." Looking at the old lady's expression, Mu Xuan's words came to the end, and a trace of bitterness appeared on his melancholy face, and he responded.

Mu Xuan is a person who will never make a promise to something he is not sure of, because he deeply understands that there is a huge distance between imagination and reality, and that distance is sometimes like a ravine, which is difficult to cross. Mu Xuan likes the feeling that everything is within the control of his brain, so that there is an unusually clear outline in his mind, and this feeling makes Mu Xuan enjoy it very much.

This is Mu Xuan, a Mu Xuan who pursues the truth of the avenue, Mu Xuan believes that there will only be one truth. Obviously, this way of thinking now has a certain impact on Mu Xuan, if he can blow his hair, then there will be no apprenticeship in the barbershop, obviously blowing hair is also a technical job, although with Mu Xuan's smart brain, this kind of trivial matter is obviously not a problem.

"Can't blow your hair? So how does your hair blow? Zhang Yue was also a little speechless when he heard this, and then said again.

"Well, in fact, my hair hasn't been blown..." Mu Xuan's words fell, feeling that what he said was a little ambiguous, so he added: "No, I mean that my hair has never been blown after washing it and drying it..."

"Huh? So how do you style it? When Zhang Yue heard this, he also had doubts, and after thinking about it carefully, he had indeed never seen Mu Xuan use a hair dryer in the morning, so he asked.

"I don't need to shape, my head is good-looking, and he automatically shapes it every day when he gets up, alas, it's hard to explain, anyway, you don't understand..."

"I don't bother to listen to your evil ways, and I don't require you to have a professional level, you just need to dry it and pass the test..."

"Then don't blame me for blowing my hair scorched." Mu Xuan moved the purple blowing wind in his hand and said slyly.

"Hehe, no, I don't blame you, I'll whip you." When Zhang Yue heard this, his tone was harmless at first, and at the end, Mu Xuan could clearly hear the creaking sound of the silver teeth shaking.

When Mu Xuan heard this, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and he was silent, and the wind in his hand began to buzz.

Mu Xuan's white fingers curled slightly, and a strand of hair flew under the dance of the blowing wind...

Mu Xuan hasn't blown it, hasn't he seen it? The barber's every move was also completely stored by Mu Xuan's extraordinary memory, and then reappeared.

In the living room, except for the humming of the wind, it seems extremely calm.

"Mu Xuan, what kind of man do you think is mature?" Zhang Yue's abrupt and inexplicable words suddenly broke the tranquility between the two.

"Mature?" When Mu Xuan heard this, he stopped dancing, and his melancholy eyes were also dazed, presumably Mu Xuan was also in a state of contemplation, and then he whispered the word maturity in his mouth.

Zhang Yue was also silent, and Mu Xuan's stagnant movements rose slowly.

When the word maturity is mentioned, Mu Xuan's mind is full of confusion, what is maturity, thinking for a long time is also fruitless, and immediately, Mu Xuan's mind appeared Zhang Yue's calm appearance on the podium, this is another understanding of his sister since the beginning of school, because what Mu Xuan sees in Zhang Yue is maturity, and the charm of maturity should not be underestimated.

If Mu Xuan hadn't seen Zhang Yue's side, I'm afraid this question would be extremely easy to answer, but now Mu Xuan's definition of maturity has become extremely vague because of this.

On the day of the interview, Mu Xuan really felt the distance between himself and his sister, that distance, Mu Xuan could clearly feel that it was absolutely inseparable from the word mature, why the sense of distance, Mu Xuan also did not know.

"I don't know..." Many of the previous definitions of maturity in Mu Xuan's mind have now disappeared cleanly, Mu Xuan said.

"Maturity is not just two words, it is a process, and everyone's maturity is different, and there will be distance. Because that process is real, the sense of distance is of course unusually real and very vague. Zhang Yue said quietly.

"The meaning of this can only be understood and experienced if you have really experienced and experienced it, and it is impossible to understand its true meaning by relying on other people's explanations..." (All readers too, who won't understand without experiencing it.) ）

"I know..." This sentence does not mean that Mu Xuan understands the true meaning of the word mature, but understands the reason why he will not understand the true meaning of the word mature if he has not experienced it, Mu Xuan's extremely melancholy eyes revealed a blank meaning, and said.

"Sister, if you have anything, just say it..." Mu Xuan paused, and contacted Zhang Yue's many unusual actions, such as asking for his own help to blow his hair, which had never appeared before, and then said some inexplicable and wonderful words, Mu Xuan was a little skeptical.

"The little brother is really smart enough, and now there is an opportunity for you to experience the true meaning of the word mature..."

"What chance?" Mu Xuan also had some doubts in his heart when he heard this, and immediately said.

"The school will hold a gala every semester, of course, the performance program is an indispensable content, and the program of the student union is indispensable, and as a member of the student union, have you ever thought about making a contribution?" Zhang Yue explained.

"Ahh You're not asking me to perform on stage, are you? Mu Xuan was full of surprise when he heard this, and said.

The difference between high school and university is that in high school, teachers are the main force, and everything in college is presided over by students, therefore, there are not too few activities in high school that can exercise students' abilities, when Mu Xuan understood Zhang Yue's meaning, he was also a little surprised in his heart, and faintly afraid, yes, even fear, Mu Xuan can also feel it clearly.

"What? Don't dare? It seems that you are really a little boy..." Zhang Yue's tone was full of provocation and questioning.

"Yes, I came from that experience, my mother told me to take care of you, I have to do my duty, and I know very well, what do you need in college? Instead of figuring it out on your own, I'll let you take as few curves as possible. Zhang Yue did not hide these words in his psychology, but chose to tell Mu Xuan these combinations, if he didn't do this, Mu Xuan's growth would seem to be much slower.

As the saying goes, there is no motivation without pressure. If you don't tell Mu Xuan these reasons, Mu Xuan should also do it according to his own wishes, without subjective initiative, and have a strong desire to change himself, the nutrients absorbed by him will be greatly reduced, and only by doing so can the benefits of this exercise be maximized.

"What should I do?" Mu Xuan's face was calm, maturity was what he needed, since there were so many mysteries in it, of course, Mu Xuan couldn't let it go.

"Perform the show, and experience the process in detail." Zhang Yue said.

"Yes." Mu Xuan still didn't have any expression, only the mature and charming figure echoed in his mind for a long time, looked down at the old lady with beautiful hair, and said softly.

"That's good, you prepare for it in the next few days, and there will be a dress rehearsal then." Zhang Yue said in a relaxed tone, obviously he didn't want Mu Xuan to participate in the performance of the party, it seemed that the purpose of the other layer was also achieved.

"Well, got it, my hair is blown." Mu Xuan turned off the blow dryer, looked at his dark and straight hair, and said quickly.

"So fast?" Zhang Yue heard this, and then stretched out his jade hand and touched it, and said, "Why is it still a little wet?" ”

"Blow-drying is not good for the scalp, and it's summer, so it'll be dry in a while." Mu Xuan put down the purple blowing breeze, sat on the sofa, and explained. Mu Xuan blows her hair every time she blows her hair, and of course, blowing her hair for her sister is no exception.

"Uhh Zhang Yue said.

"When is the gala?" Mu Xuan looked at Zhang Yue with melancholy eyes and said.

"October 10th, that is, after the National Day comes..."

"Time is still quite tight..." Mu Xuan thought for a while. Today is September 23rd, which means there is still a week to rehearse.

"According to the experience of programming programs in the past, there is still plenty of time, and college is not the same as high school, and it will take a few weeks to arrange a program." Zhang Yue explained.

"Oh, then on National Day, isn't it okay to go home?" A happy smile appeared on Mu Xuan's melancholy face.

"Sister, won't you go back this time?" originally looked happy, but when she thought that the old lady hadn't been home for a long time in order to work part-time, she was dark, and then asked again.

"Well, you're still young, I'll have to send you home." Zhang Yue showed his crescent eyes and said with a smile.

"Why am I so young, aren't you a child?" Although Mu Xuan knew that Zhang Yue was indeed a lot more mature, he still refused to admit defeat.

"Okay, I'm small." After speaking, Zhang Yue got up and walked towards the bedroom.

"Cut, it was supposed to be..." Mu Xuan's melancholy face showed a smile at this time, and the old lady finally went home.

After Zhang Yue left, Mu Xuan also returned to his bedroom, sat in front of his computer, and after several days of rest, the slightest pain left in his mind disappeared very completely, and never appeared again, but his head became more and more relaxed, so the nervous Mu Xuan relaxed.

Whether it's because I've used my brain too much, I'll be able to see it today, and if that still happens, I'm afraid I really need to go to the hospital...

PS: Ask for recommendations, collections, some of the truths may be a little difficult to understand.