Last night, although I was very tired after making a fuss for most of the night, Fan Ya and my grandmother had their own bad intentions, and they couldn't fall asleep until the early hours of the morning.

Yang Ping was tired of running west for Fan Yadong in the past two days, and she overslept in the morning. I made an appointment with Fan Ya to pick her up in the morning last night, but it was late.

But when I arrived at Fan Ya's house, the doors and windows were closed, and the house was quiet. But their yard was now lively, and the chickens, ducks, and pigs were already so hungry that they were fluttering and screaming.

Yang Ping felt strange in her heart: the chickens, ducks, and pigs in this courtyard were all Mrs. Fan's treasures, and she would rather starve to death than let these little animals go hungry. Early this morning, where did their grandparents go? Or did the grandparents and grandchildren deliberately hide because they didn't want to go to school in the county seat? Usually the old lady gets up early in the morning, what is going on today? The doors and windows are closed, are you going out? Where did Xiaoya go?

No matter what, knock on the door and shout a few times to try it. Thinking of this, he first slapped the door a few times with his hand, kicked the door a few times casually, and shouted a few times: "Xiaoya-Xiaoya-Xiaoya, are you at home?" Xiaoya - aunt - aunt"

Fan Ya and her grandmother were in a daze at the same time, feeling that someone was faintly knocking on their door and calling them.

Grandma got up first with sleepy eyes, opened the window and poked her head out: "Who?" Who's knocking on my door? ”

Fan Yake didn't care who came, pulled the quilt over her head and continued to sleep.

At this time, Yang Ping saw Grandma Fan squinting and hadn't woken up yet, and she was poking her head out of the small window on the low second floor and asking who! I thought: I didn't expect that this family was still sleeping today, later than me. Shouting upstairs, "Auntie! It's me! Yang Ping! I'm here to pick up Xiaoya and go to school in the county seat. ”

As soon as Grandma Fan heard that it was Yang Ping, she felt a thrill all over her body, and immediately came to her senses: "Oh-oh! I'm called Xiaoya, Xiaoya gets up, I'll go downstairs - I'll go downstairs - open the door for you. "Grandma suddenly felt so flustered! At a loss, Fan Ya was about to leave her to board, very reluctant, nervous and stammering.

Turning around, I saw that Fan Ya was still sleeping with her head covered, and she couldn't bear to disturb, forget it! Let her lie in bed again, it will be difficult to get out-

Guan went downstairs and opened the door to Yang Ping: "Ping'er! Why are you here so early in the morning? Have you eaten? "Grandma thought it was early in the morning?

At this moment, grandma heard the chickens, ducks, and pigs in the yard all making noise, and scolded these little animals: "What the hell are these little things alive this morning?" Or are you going to rebel against me today? "Grandma doesn't know that time is real, and she is a little angry with these innocent little animals.

"Auntie! I've eaten, what time is it now? I forgot to sleep, why is your family later than me!" Yang Ping smiled and continued to say to Grandma Fan, "Auntie! What time is it, you haven't fed these little things yet, it's no wonder they don't make a fuss? What about Xiaoya? Still sleeping? Yang Ping looked at why Xiaoya hadn't come down for a long time, and asked curiously.

"Oh! Look at me in a daze! I've now fed the bunch of little things. Apple! Lesser! I'm still asleep! Go upstairs and call her yourself! After Grandma finished speaking, she hurried to feed the animals.

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Yang Ping carried a large bag and a small bag, took Fan Ya to the county seat, found an acquaintance first, and put the big bag and small bag first.

took Fan Ya to a barber shop on the street, and Fan Ya felt strange: Didn't my aunt let me transfer to another school? Why are you here, it won't be me who makes her angry, it's me who will be a child laborer! Thinking of this scalp numbness, I still watched too much TV at Fan Yu's brother's house.

This was the first time Fan Ya came to the barber shop in her life, so she stood timidly by the door, watching everything in the shop be so novel. There was a special smell that Fan Ya had never smelled before, and there was a pungent smell mixed with incense; There were many, many big mirrors; In front of each mirror are large and small bottles and cans; There are also some machines that I can't understand, and there are many people in them, and they are still playing music.

There were a few men and women standing or sitting on the couch on the other side, or someone had already done their hair.

There are those who are cutting hair, and with the scissors "Click-click!" Hair is falling out; There was a guy who was blowing his hair, looking at the guy who could blow the wind, "Whew!" It didn't take long for a beautiful hairstyle to appear; There were curly hairs, red, green, and yellow with small thorns, one by one, arranged on the scalp like a private, revealing a white scalp; Some are getting a haircut, buzzing with a small thing, and keep pushing it around on the scalp like this, and after a while, a board brush head like Kunshan appears; What surprised Fan Ya was that someone was lying down and asked others to wash his hair, which was curious!

"Xiaoya! Lesser! What a daze! Come on, it's your turn! Yang Ping shouted this one in front of her, wearing a washed white school uniform with some worn cuffs, two braids tied with two red bands on her head, only the white cloth shoes on her feet at home, and the front was a little worn, revealing red socks that appeared from time to time, and she was a little girl from the countryside.

After turning over Fan Ya's clothes for a long time in the morning, only this school uniform is slightly better. While she was rummaging through Fan Ya's clothes, the old lady tied her granddaughter's hair, which really made her drunk, and she didn't like the old man in person. I also plan to give this child a good dress from head to toe, and don't go out and let others bully him as a hillbilly.

When Fan Ya heard her aunt call her, she was stunned for a moment, thinking that she had heard it wrong, and asked puzzledly: "Auntie! What's my turn? ”

"Come here! It's your turn!" Yang Ping urged again, turned around and talked to the barber next to her.

"Oh!" Fan Ya saw that the aunt was just urging her, but she didn't explain it, and saw that the aunt was talking to the one next to her, who looked like a man and spoke and moved very much like a woman, a person who was neither male nor female, what did the two keep talking? She was a little confused and slowed over.

Yang Ping saw Fan Ya coming over and pulled her to wash her hair: "I cut your hair today, it's more convenient, now let my uncle wash your hair first, lie down!"

"Auntie! Why do you want to cut it, I don't cut it. Fan Ya's cowhide anger was about to come up and shouted loudly.

Fan Ya's naturally loud voice and such a sentence shouted actually overshadowed all the voices in the store, and everyone looked at her, and when she found that she was a little ashamed, she lowered her head and whispered: "Auntie! I can't stop cutting. ”

Yang Ping looked at this Fan Ya who made her head hurt, so many people looked at her face hotly when they looked at her, and she could only endure her temperament and patiently explain: "Xiaoya! Think about it, you have to go to live in the teacher's house later, do you wash and comb your hair every day? It's not that you have grandma to help you do it at home, you have to rely on yourself when you go out, your aunt asked your uncle to cut your hair short, you just need to wash your short hair, you don't have time to comb your hair and pull it with your fingers, how convenient!"

Hearing that there was no need to pull the scalp pain because of combing her hair every day, Fan Ya nodded happily and agreed.

Anyway, there is an aunt staring, Fan Ya, she doesn't understand, let alone worry.

That's it, listening to the barber's lay, the uncle who is neither male nor female washes his hair. I stared at the ceiling and found that the ceiling here is so beautiful, it is actually a blue sky with countless stars on it, and a dazzling moon. I couldn't help but praise in my heart: The person who painted the ceiling is really amazing, he can confuse the real with the fake, and how many years will it take to learn to reach this realm.

To be continued......