The old man's cloudy eyes looked at the two people in front of him: "The two of you have good hair, what kind of hair." ”

Gui Yuxi pointed to the hair hanging on the wall and said, "Where did you get all this hair?" ”

"What the hell are you here for? Smash the field. The old man was annoyed.

"These are all dead men's hairs, and what do you mean by giving them the hair of the dead to the heads of the living! Women love beauty and cherish their hair, and it is a great sin for you to cut off their hair! Gui Yuxi's voice was sonorous, and he asked angrily.

The old man swung the rusty sickle on the wall and swung it at the small melon.

Jun Moyan's eyes lit up, spun into the air, and kicked on the old man's chest, and the old man lay on the ground panting roughly.

"Say, otherwise, this king doesn't mind handing you over to the government."

The old man gasped: "I'm just begging for food." ”

"Who's your boss?" Gui Yuxi asked, why did he do such a lack of morality.

"Yes, it's the old Sun's funeral home on Shangxing Street." The old man spit out the truth: "Many women sent it to him, and he secretly cut his hair, and I knew how to do it, so he sent it to me, and asked me to give some young ladies and ladies from big families to receive hair, and we got three or seven cents of silver, and I also wanted to make a living, don't blame me, don't blame me." ”

"Don't do this kind of lack of morality in the future." Gui Yuxi and Jun Moyan took off those hairs, wrapped them in talismans and burned them.

"This king thought you would hand over this old man to the government." Walking on the depressed path, Jun Moyan said.

"He has received too much of this hair, and there are too many obstacles in his hands, and seeing that his days are short, he will only live for a few days." Gui Yu Xi said.

She took a few steps back, and suddenly a squeaking sound sounded in her ears.

Gui Yuxi lowered his head and snorted: "Consume ...... Mouse, big mouse. ”

The whole person jumped on Jun Moyan.

His legs were wrapped around Jun Moyan's waist, and his arms were around Jun Moyan's neck.

Jun Moyan held her little buttocks: "It turns out that you are afraid of mice." ”

"It's so big, well, uncle, it ran away, you let me down." Gui Yu said awkwardly.

"Hold on, perhaps, there's still one ahead." Jun Moyan smiled darkly.

The little noodle melon really shrank in his arms, and said glutinously: "Uncle, wouldn't it be bad for us to hold it like this?" ”

"No, this king only treats you as a child."

"Oh."

"Uncle, you have to keep the money that the prime minister gave me."

"Little wealth fan, this king won't want it."

"Oh."

The moonlight was pervasive, and the light spilled in along the branches.

Jun Moyan hugged the small noodle melon as if he was holding the whole world.

*

In the early morning of the next day, Gui Yuxi planned to take Jun Moyan to the Sun family's funeral home to have a look.

The funeral site involves a wide range, and some large families will send the deceased to a special place for funeral, prepare a coffin, prepare paper ties, help cry and so on.

The two of them walked on the street, hawkers, and the smell of food attracted Gui Yuxi to look around.

"Mother, I hurt, I don't want to pierce it." A five-year-old girl sat there with tears in her eyes.

Jun Moyan followed the prestige.

This is a stall with pierced ears, and women have to pierce their ears when they are young.

Jun Moyan looked at this scene, thoughtfully, and asked the little noodle melon looking around: "All women want to pierce their ears?" ”

Xiao Mian Gua was stunned: "Yes, yes, men don't need to wear those, but women do." ”