When Wang Fan was in college, he had the best poems and the longest hair. He decided to buy the book of Pushkin's poems because of the portrait of the poet on the front and his long, curly hair. He almost thought he would be like this in the future, except that his hair wouldn't curl.

By mistake, he was assigned to the city ** office after graduation. On the day of his report, he glanced inside at the gate of the city government compound and saw many well-dressed people, carrying or holding briefcases, coming and going with their necks twisted, and thought they were performing a puppet show. couldn't help touching his long hair sweeping his shoulders, and almost became a visitor from outside the world. can only endure the pain and cut off the love and shave off the poet's temperament. He was just about to turn around and walk towards the barbershop when he caught a glimpse of the old man in the communication room looking at him with a blazing gaze and a very wary look. He couldn't help but smile. With this smile, the old man in the communication room thought that he was provoking him, and his eyes immediately made a triangle to show that he was righteous and awe-inspiring.

Wang Fan took a small flat head. After looking in the mirror for a while, I realized that I was unrecognizable and couldn't get out of the barbershop. It turned out that he was very tall, covered by his hair for many years, and as white as a woman's neck, and compared with his face, it was black and white. This Facebook mask is simply a cartoon. What made him break out in a cold sweat the most was the back of his head, which he couldn't see. He knew that the base of his skull had been born irregularly rugged, and now that his hair was short, he must have been exposed. I remember reading in a book that all traitors are born with anti-bones, so I unconsciously touched the back of my head, thinking that the ridge was anti-bones. After that, he kept long hair and covered up the backbone. It's not that I'm afraid of being recognized by others as a rebellious minister and thief, just to be chic. Now that the anti-bones are blatantly exposed, mixed with the city government organs, do you want to confront **? He thought so humorously that he received a miracle effect, and his whole body became relaxed, and he walked out with this ease. As soon as I arrived at the door, the barber shouted: "Flattened haircut, haven't paid yet!" He reached into his pocket and asked, "How much?" The barber probably didn't bother to answer, and only cocked his thumb and little finger. Wang Fan took out six cents and handed it over, thinking, this world is really reversed black and white, such a large workload of straightening the head, only six cents, in the past, slightly trimmed the sideburns, and actually received a piece of five.

Suddenly thinking of the barber just now calling him "a haircut", this tone was obviously a little disrespectful. He thought that the people who were leveling their heads might be people with low consumption levels, and of course they would charge less. Be polite to such people? Since ancient times, there have been no less than ordinary people. He wanted to laugh.

It's at the gate of the city compound again. The old man in the communication room asked very politely: "Comrade, who are you looking for?" "The gaze was soft. Wang Fan said: "I am a new college student, and I report today. The old man's face immediately put a smile on his face and said, "Alright, well, let's go in." ”

Wang Fan thought, I, a little flat head who was snubbed in the barbershop, was so warmly welcomed when I arrived in the city. The city government offices and the outside are really two worlds. He couldn't help but look at the old man again. The old man's gaze was still soft, and even a little kind, not at all the same kind of gaze that had insight into the enemy's situation.

Wang Fan walked towards the office building. I felt like I was losing my bones.