After another week, Zheng Beili got up in the morning to wash up, looked at his hair in the mirror, and felt a little messy.

"Do you think it's time to cut my hair? It feels a little too messy. After Zheng Beili finished washing, he sat on a chair and faced Zhou Wanqing, who was putting on makeup.

Zhou Wanqing was wearing lipstick, and when she heard this, she glanced at Zheng Beili, and then nodded: "It's really a bit messy, but it shouldn't be cut." ”

Zheng Beili was a little puzzled: "Why shouldn't the chaos be cut?" ”

Zhou Wanqing continued to look at herself in the mirror, carefully painting the edge of her lips: "Are you still going to keep your hair short?" Hurry up and get ready to grow your hair long. ”

Zheng Beili pursed his lips, opened his mirror and put it on the table, then stared at his hair in the mirror for a while, and decided to cut it.

"Let's cut it first." Zheng Beili opened his mouth and whispered, "Tomorrow is the weekend, can you accompany me to the barber shop to cut my hair?" ”

Zhou Wanqing put on her makeup, closed the mirror and glanced at Zheng Beili, knowing that she had already made her own decision, so she didn't say anything, just nodded and said yes.

Early the next morning, the two had breakfast together in the cafeteria, and then Zheng Beili checked several high-rated barber shops in the city and took Zhou Wanqing with him.

"How are you going to cut it?" The barber asked Zheng Beili with a word.

Zheng Beili hesitated, opened the photo album of his mobile phone and showed the barber a few pictures.

It's the kind of cool girl short hairstyle that is slightly shorter.

If Zheng Beili had known that this barber was new, maybe she wouldn't have been so impulsive.

Zheng Beili sat motionless on the chair, and Zhou Wanqing pulled over a bench to sit next to her and chatted with the barber.

"I've only been in the store for a short time." When the barber said this, Zheng Beili chuckled in his heart.

Although he is a novice, he will not cut his hair like a dog gnawing, but it doesn't look very suitable for Zheng Beili.

Or it is very unsuitable for Zheng Beili.

"You, what are you cutting?" Zhou Wanqing was frightened by Zheng Beili's new hairstyle, and her speech was a little slurred.

Zheng Beili stood in front of the mirror and looked up and down, feeling that his face was almost twice as round as before.

Zheng Beili sighed helplessly, sat back in his chair, and casually took out a photo of Lin Sheng from the album.

"Please cut it for me according to this."

Zhou Wanqing came over when she heard this, and looked at Zheng Beili with a question mark on her face, Zheng Beili spread her hands helplessly, saying that she had no choice when her hair was cut like this.

The barber was still smiling, not realizing Zheng Beili's sadness, and pointed to Lin Sheng, who was smiling happily on the mobile phone screen, and said, "Isn't this person the singer whose name is?" ”

Zheng Beili nodded with a smile, and asked politely, "Yes, can I cut like this?" ”

As he spoke, Zheng Beili also stretched out his finger and pointed at Lin Sheng on the mobile phone screen.

The barber nodded, picked up the scissors and got back to work.

It took a long time to cut her hair short, and Zheng Beili was almost asleep in a daze as she sat there.

After the cut, Zheng Beili looked at himself in the mirror, and the tears of regret could only be swallowed in his stomach.

It wasn't until he walked out of the barbershop that Zheng Beili leaned weakly and half leaned on Zhou Wanqing.

"You can go buy a hat with me, I don't think I can see anyone now." Zheng Beili reached out and wanted to pull his hair, but he could only grab a little.