When the three of us went down, it was no longer the kind of elevator that was a mixed blessing.

Mr. Yang led Sister Yun and me to a small room at the end of the classroom.

After entering, in front of me was a small straight ladder that could accommodate three or four people.

In the straight elevator, the two of them were still laughing and laughing, and I was helplessly looking around, embarrassed and dull in my heart.

The place that comes out is on the fan wall at the sharp corner of the arch. It's amazing that people can't help but be amazed.

Mr. Yang looked at me and Sister Yun, and said enthusiastically: Let's pick up the wind for Xiaohua in the "nail in the sky", right? We haven't been in that place yet.

Sister Yun smiled and said: Okay. If the "old man with a smile" is there, he can trim Xiaohua's hair. Look at him like that, he's about to become a little savage.

Mr. Yang squinted and smiled, and hurriedly said: Your sister is good to outsiders, and she is extremely humiliating to her younger brother, so if it were me, I would no longer call you sister.

According to common sense, I should echo it: Mr. Yang said well, sister, you listen.

However, I thought in my heart: my sister beats me and scolds me, and I am happy. You are an outsider who is regarded as an artist with a little ink in your belly, who made you talk too much?

However, thinking is always thinking. I hid my unhappiness and replied with an unnatural smile: Mr. Yang speaks very well.

When the three of us walked through two rows of golden buildings and walked to a tall nail-shaped building in the fifth row, Mr. Yang smiled and said, "Nail in the sky" has arrived.

This golden nail-shaped building is about 30 meters high, and it is constantly thickened from the bottom to the top.

And even the bottom nail head requires seven or eight adults to round their arms and touch their fingertips to hold it.

The nail head is made up of three triangular inclined planes, and the lower half of each side has a triangular golden door, from which you can take the straight ladder and go up to the "nail in the sky".

Inside the straight ladder, Mr. Yang said: Xiaohua, when you go to the seventh floor in a while, you go to the "Old Man Xiaofeng" and ask her to trim your hair. Then, you come to the fifteenth floor and find me and your sister.

His voice was not high, but with a majesty that could not be denied. I think: Older people, what they say, is not easy to be pushed back.

"yes, okay."

I nodded, squeezing out a smile that made me feel uncomfortable.

Smiling is such a luxury. Laughing shallowly, not sincerely, laughing, a little fake, and to laugh so that others like it, make yourself comfortable, it really needs to let go of a lot of distractions, and relax wholeheartedly to express.

On the seventh floor, after pushing open the door, in a green room of about ten square meters, there was a slim and beautiful woman with long hair waist-length, leaning in front of the window, bathing in the breeze, her eyes were slightly closed, and she was standing quietly with a smile.

She looked so beautiful, like a sleeping fairy, that people couldn't bear to be disturbed.

The room was empty, and there was nothing but a dresser. The fragrance inside is lingering, pure and elegant, which makes people feel refreshed and happy. It is said that it is the boudoir of the girl's house, but there is a lack of beds and tables.

Hearing someone come in, the young woman's ears trembled, her eyelashes were lightly picked, her eyes were beautiful, and she turned around, looking like the wind blowing the weeping willows and rippling like ripples.

My heart was beating and I stumbled: I ...... I'm Mr. Yang...... Come...... Trim your hair.

"Oh."

The long-haired woman answered quietly.

Then she pointed to the dresser and said, "Sit there."

After sitting down, I looked in the mirror and saw me inside, with messy hair and dust, as if I had fled the wilderness.

However, his facial features are quite upright: an angular melon seed face, thick eyebrows, dark eyes, a straight nose, and broad lips.

The more I looked, the more I felt that I was not inferior to Mr. Yang with a deep face, and I couldn't help but hook the corners of my mouth and laugh.

The narcissistic person is happy before he is sober.

"What are you smirking at?"

Behind him, the voice of a long-haired woman was heard.

"Oh, nothing."

I'm back. Asked again: Is it the "old man laughing wind" who cut my hair?

The long-haired woman said "um", carried a piece of cloth in her left hand, and a sharp scissor in her right hand, and walked towards me.

I wondered: She, can't she be the "smiling old man"?

When I sent my doubts out of my heart, the long-haired woman smiled and said, "Well, I am the "old man who laughs at the wind". But my name is Duanmu Doudou, you can call me "Old Man with Laughter" or Sister Doudou.

As she spoke, the cloth was already draped over my body, and the scissors in her hand were already "clicking" in my ears.

I stared at the mirror, looked at her beautiful face like a flower, and couldn't help asking: Sister Doudou, why do you call you "Old Man with a smile"?

Duanmu Doudou glanced at me from the mirror and said with a smile: I took this nickname myself, and I am quite happy that everyone calls me like this.

Seeing that I was frowning, still puzzled, she continued: Xiaohua, do you know, I have two major preferences, one is to meditate with my eyes closed in the breeze, and the other is to pretend to be an old man and experience the time of the elderly.

I couldn't help but ask: Sister Doudou, it's okay to close your eyes and think quietly in the wind. But how could you be willing to pretend to be an old man?

What I mean by this is nothing more than to say: What girl doesn't want to be young forever, and doesn't want to be immortal? You're good to pretend to be an old man.

Duanmu Doudou grinned: In the wind, I can close my eyes and contemplate a day without dripping, and pretending to be an old man, I can spend my life happily and happily. In the wind, listening to the wind whispering, listening to the wind songs, thinking about the past, as if going back. And pretending to be an old man can slow down the body and mind, so that you can enjoy the world better.

With that, she took a stack of photos from the cabinet and showed them to me one by one. In the photos, most of them are pictures of her pretending to be old and ugly.

I was dumbfounded by her words, and when I saw these photos, I was even more incredible, and I didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Since ancient times, there have been extreme hobbies such as pedophilia, fetishism, and mother-love, but there are "wind fetishes" and "old fetishes", and these two eccentricities alone are very difficult to understand, and difficult to agree with.

After a crisp sound of scissors, suddenly, I in the mirror turned into a handsome young man with handsome hair and a delicate appearance.

The down-and-out boy turned into a rich boy.

I couldn't help but say ashamedly: Sister Doudou, your hair-cutting skills are really good, it's really amazing.

Duanmu Doudou smiled and said: It's too famous. Go find Mr. Yang.

I loosened the scarf, flicked the broken hair off my body, and headed for the door.

As I approached the door, I saw her staring out the window in a daze, as if expecting a gentle breeze.

I couldn't help persuading: Sister Doudou, don't waste your good youth.

Duanmu Doudou nodded, smiled, and said softly: There is beauty in the wind that I want, and I just hope that I will grow old soon.

After sitting on the straight ladder, I pondered the last sentence she said repeatedly, racking my brains, but I still couldn't figure it out.