Know--, know--......

In the middle of summer, the weather is already unbearable, and the cicadas outside are constantly screaming all day long, making people who want to take a nap irritable. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bai Song slept on the bed, ignoring the sounds of his acquaintance, and even the buzzing of mosquitoes could not affect his sleep, he was too tired.

Half past four in the afternoon.

This sleep made him sleep directly until half of the afternoon, and it was not until the alarm clock rang that Bai Song got up from the bed with sleepy eyes.

Reaching out and grabbing his neck, it turned out that there was a pimple bitten by mosquitoes, Bai Song walked to the small bathroom and washed his face directly with cold water.

It is said to be cold water, but it is actually warm water, and it has only been the hottest roast at two or three o'clock in midsummer.

Call.

After washing his face, Bai Song looked at himself in the mirror, his hair was a little long, and his stubble was growing wantonly, and he looked like a rough and rough person.

Thinking that he would go to his daughter-in-law's mother's house with Liu Jing for a while, Bai Song sorted out a fairly acceptable dress and shorts, put on his shoes and went out.

Bai Song walked to a barber shop in Lao Cai, which had been open for decades, and was run by an elderly couple in their fifties and sixties.

"It's you, please take a seat." Seeing Bai Song enter, the man stood up from the bench.

"Uncle Chen, I thought I was going to line up." Bai Song apparently knew his boss.

Uncle Chen sighed after hearing this: "Hey, business is not good. ”

Bai Song didn't say anything more after listening, sitting on the old-fashioned stool, Uncle Chen wrapped him with a blue covering cloth, which had a small hole in it, but it could also cover the falling hair.

The whole storefront is a brick house, slightly brushed with white and green paint, and a large fan spinning on the top, which is not very hot.

Uncle Chen's skills are still very superb, twenty or thirty years of craftsmanship, although he has not studied those fashionable discoveries, but if he really wants to study and make them, he will not be worse than those young barbers.

Many people say he is stubborn, but he never says anything about change.

At this time, an old woman walked in from outside, and when she saw that it was Bai Song, she glanced at Bai Song coldly and hurried out.

That person is Aunt Zhang, who is Uncle Chen's wife, obviously Aunt Zhang knows a little about Bai Song's deeds, and has never given Bai Song any good looks.

"Xiao Song, don't care, your Aunt Zhang has been worried about my family's blind date recently, not for you." Uncle Chen explained to Bai Song, then sighed and said, "Hey, my son really doesn't know when he will find his wife, Xiao Song is still hello, at least he has a wife and children." ”

Uncle Chen's son Bai Song knows a little bit about it, he is diligent and honest and quite tall, but he looks a little silly, and he is bald in his twenties. Last time, Bai Song didn't know, and almost thought it was a man in his forties.

"Uncle Chen, don't make fun of me, my family's situation ...... Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read. Bai Song also sighed.

There was no one in the store, and at this time, Uncle Chen suddenly sent the tools in his hand, and there was only the sound of a fan turning in the air, and Bai Song turned his head in confusion.

"Xiao Song, since you were more than ten years old, you have been getting a haircut here with me, and I have something to say to you today......" Uncle Chen said in a tone: "I have also heard a little about your family, originally this is outside my scope and has nothing to do with me, but I have known each other for ten years, think about it, I have never said anything about you." ”

"But whether you like it or not, I want to say it."

Uncle Chen took the scissors and comb in his hand and sat down on the chair next to him: "In this life, it is like scissors and combs, the comb tidies everything, and the scissors concentrate on one thing." ”

But at this time, Uncle Chen suddenly broke the comb, and broke the scissors in half, and then put them in front of Bai Song: "The comb is broken, and the remaining part can be barely tidied up, but the scissors are about to break, and this hair can't be straightened." ”

Bai Song looked at the broken scissors and combs in front of the mirror, and Bai Song's hands trembled a little and picked up the half of the comb. Looking at himself in the mirror, Bai Song's eyes suddenly became a little moist, and he figured out a lot of things at this moment.

From the half-comb, Bai Song remembered Su Qiuyu's somewhat rough hands, if it weren't for Su Qiuyu's support for him during that time, he might have finished playing long ago, and he wouldn't even have a chance to be reborn.

Before, Bai Song wanted to escape Su Qiuyu's feelings, but he felt that it was too heavy, and this period of time was slowly becoming a bit of a wind and water, Bai Song actually began to have other thoughts in his heart.

Bai Song, who was knocked on the head by this stick, finally realized clearly, who can be like now?

Maybe Uncle Chen didn't mean that, but the beautiful yearning for the truth in these words remained the same, and it was like a treasure for Bai Song.

In fact, it is normal for him to have thoughts before, how many men can say with a clear conscience that they can still be content with the status quo after they have money and ability?

Keeping the original intention is very simple, but it is difficult to do.

Do you want to get out of this life?

"No!"

Thinking of Su Qiuyu and Duoduo, Bai Song gave himself the answer.

Uncle Chen watched the change in the expression on Bai Song's face, and knew that Bai Song should have woken up, so he joked at Bai Song easily: "You still haven't finished your hair, but my scissors and combs are gone, so you have to go home and cut it yourself." ”

Bai Song stood up and solemnly thanked Uncle Chen.

"Uncle Chen, this pair of scissors and this comb has been with you for many years, right?" Only then did Bai Song look at the damaged scissors and combs: "It's a pity." ”

Uncle Chen smiled absently, put away the scissors and combs that had been broken, and then put them into an iron box with paint off.

"If something is broken, you can buy a new one, but if a person is broken, there is no place to buy a new one." After Uncle Chen finished speaking, he smiled and said, "Let's go, I can't get my hair cut today, you come back tomorrow, and I'll fix it for you." ”

Bai Song shook his head and signaled no, this hair rubbing Bai Song didn't want to cut it, if he was confused one day, he would be sober by looking at this hair rubbing.

"Uncle Chen, how much are these things, I'll give them together." After Bai Song finished speaking, he took out a hundred from his pocket.

Uncle Chen accepted it, but in a blink of an eye, he took out the change from the drawer, no more, no less, just 94 yuan and handed it to Bai Song.

"After so many years, it's all six yuan, have you forgotten?" Uncle Chen waved his hand and said, "Let's go, you should have your own affairs." ”

In the shops on the street, you will charge 10 yuan or 20 yuan for any haircut, and in some large barber centers, there are even 56 yuan for a haircut, so that 6 yuan a time is basically 4 or 5 yuan in addition to the water and electricity bills.

Bai Song didn't refuse, but this gratitude was kept in his heart.

Stepping out of the door, a fresh breeze blew, and it seemed that the troubles of midsummer were all gone with this breeze and gradually drifted away.