Walking down the street, listening to the constant sound of car horns in my ears, I suddenly thought of some past events, similar to those of the wavy curly-haired man before.

Unlike him, I've been writing books all the time.

Thinking of this, I stopped, and suddenly felt a little lost.

I don't know if there are exactly two identical leaves in the world, but I do know that there are always things that are similar, like me and him, both failing at what we wanted to do the most.

In contrast, I seem to be fortunate that I came into contact with psychology in the process of writing the book and developed it into my career, while he was always obscured by the crowd and eventually became a murderer because he could not bear the burden of life.

But am I really much better than him?

I asked myself, but I couldn't find the answer.

"Young man, do you want to take the car?"

Just as I was still thinking, a voice interrupted me.

Looking at the man's slightly gray hairline, I suddenly thought of my father at home, so my heart moved and I nodded.

After giving the address, I was about to take my hat off, but when my hand touched my hair, I realized that I had forgotten it before leaving.

I couldn't help but let out a laugh and shake my head.

Which old driver saw my expression through the rearview mirror, and suddenly opened his mouth: "Your hair is so good, I think when I was young, I also had such long hair, but at that time the hair was too long and it looked too rebellious, and my family was strict, give me a good beating, and then I broke this thought, and now I have a family, the children are old, I want to raise my hair again, but I found that when people are old, they always lose their hair, and they can't raise it." ”

Listening to his sudden words, I was slightly stunned, thinking about the man's previous words, and opened my mouth: "But this seems to be very unfavorable after all." ”

"Young man, what you said is not right, Lisuo is not looking at hair, it is about appearance, just like you, handsome, with long hair, it is called flowing and chic, and if I have long hair, then I may be called an old rascal."

He was obviously very talkative, and I couldn't help but laugh at one sentence.

"But I'm still going to cut it, in fact, I don't like long hair very much, this hair is deliberately kept by me to meet someone, and I have seen him today, so there is no need to keep it."

Thinking about the plan I had two months ago when I was on surveillance and interrogation, and thinking about the man's words today, I smiled.

"People's decisions are their own, and since it is a long hair for others, it will be cut if it is cut, and it will be cut, not distressed, this person, go with his heart, it will be much easier after all."

I was very impressed with his words, looking through the rearview mirror at his slightly aged countenance, the corners of his mouth began to rise, and he made me feel like talking.

"Master, you must have been a very chic person when you were young, right?"

"Haha, you young man is really good at talking, but you can't talk about chic, after all, after so many years, you have deceived the child, and now that I am old, the children are married, I can't be chic, so I simply retired, but I still can't be idle, so I came out to find a job."

"That's good, there's something to do, it's not too boring after all, I think you're almost old enough to hold your grandson, right?" Thinking of the big things that my family had been urging me recently, I asked.

"I also want to hold my grandson, but my son will not get married until Chinese New Year's Eve this year, why do you have to wait a year, besides, when they really have children, I am not ready to give them children every day, you see that now this education development is multi-piece, let us old people hold children, and we must not raise children stupidly?" I've always felt that if this hometown has to watch the children, that's irresponsible. ”

"Oh?" Listening to his words, I had a look of confusion on my face.

"Think about it, a mother who gives birth to a child, if she doesn't raise it herself, how can she understand the suffering of being a mother? Today's young people are too squeamish, they haven't suffered anything, it's rare to be parents, don't let them experience it, won't they have something missing in their lives? ”

"But what if they're too busy? After all, there is too much pressure on employment now, and you always have to give up your job to see your children. "I was thoughtful about his words, and they spoke about the general state of society today.

"I also understand this, so I still have to discuss it when the time comes, after all, employment is too difficult, but if she is also willing to hold the child by herself, we will give them subsidies for so many years of savings, and we can't let them stress too much, and to be honest, when the hometown is unwilling to hold the child, but the thinking of the older generation is not suitable for this generation of children, we can't be too selfish, and if you are not afraid of your jokes, my daughter-in-law is too late for me to pet herself, I can't let her take the child again when she is old, how tired, in case you don't bring it well, If you complain about your children again, it will also affect the relationship between your mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. ”

Speaking of this, he himself couldn't help laughing, and his smile was extremely bright.

"You have such a good relationship, your daughter-in-law is lucky to meet you." I laughed along, a little envious.

"Feelings are slowly cultivated, I was tempered back then, and the two fought a lot, but this person, after all, the more he lives, the more he understands, the one who accompanies you to the end is not his wife, if it doesn't hurt, then regret it."

I nodded, approving.

The old man was very talkative, and we talked a lot along the way, which gradually eased my slightly depressed mood.

When he got out of the car, he smiled when he picked up the money: "Young people, don't always stress things in your heart, it's too tiring to live like this, now that the Internet is so developed, it's really not okay to chat with a girl, talk about it, and it will be more comfortable after all." ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but be stunned, then I burst into laughter and gave him a thumbs up.

"Actually, you're not old at all, you're still quite chic."

Hearing this, he laughed out loud, waved at me, and moved away from my sight.

With a deep breath, a smile appeared on my face, and I suddenly had an idea for the criminal psychology report to be completed tonight.

But before that, I'm going to go to the barbershop.

When I was young, I longed for a bald head and flower arms, but now that I work for the police, I can't get a flamboyant flower arm tattoo after all, but it's still okay to have a bald head.

So when I came out of the barbershop, I was already a bald head, and the head that had been beaten looked extremely bright under the streetlights.

Looking at the sideways that passers-by couldn't help but look at me, I reached out and touched the bare head, and suddenly felt that this kind of hand was also good.

It made my mood even happier and I couldn't help but whistle.