Faced with the old dragon's sarcasm, I walked briskly up the stairs.

Xiaoxing led the way in front, and after a corner, finally the catharsis of the DJ gradually faded away, and I avoided the embarrassment.

There is only one corridor upstairs, and on one side of the corridor is a row house, presumably this is the staff dormitory that Lao Long said.

Xiaoxing suddenly patted me on the shoulder and pointed to the top of the first room, and I looked in the direction he pointed, and it turned out to be a sign in black and red letters: Xiaoxing.

I nodded, and realized that each room seemed to have been assigned by the old dragon, and the name of the owner of the house was written on it.

Then came the second room, and unsurprisingly saw my name.

I pushed the door in, turned on the light, and briefly browsed through a board bed, a desk, a stool, a wardrobe, and that's it. However, despite the simple furnishings, the interior of the house is very clean, as if it has been freshly cleaned.

The house is not big, but it is also a place of refuge, at least you don't have to spend extra money to rent a house in this city. Besides, I like simplicity, simplicity is purity, and it is easy for me to calm down and create.

Of course, this matter has to be discussed at home in the long run, after all, my adoptive father is home alone, and the heart problem has not been solved, so I can't rest assured.

Thinking of this, I walked out of the house.

Since I came up, I also took a look at the other two rooms by the way.

One of them, of course, has a sign of the shopkeeper, while the other has an unfamiliar name.

Long Zixi.

Patting Xiaoxing on the shoulder, I pointed to the name of "Long Zixi" and asked him if he knew him.

However, Xiaoxing shook his head and shrugged at me.

Perhaps, it's an employee who hasn't joined the company yet, I guess.

I couldn't help but be curious about the stranger, and to see if the old dragon was biased, I gently pushed the door open.

I can't tell which fragrance it is, but when I smell it, it makes me feel refreshed.

As far as I can see, it's a bed, a desk, etc., and it's basically the same as my room. It's just that the bed is covered with a futon, which is pink with patterns.

Woman's room?

I thought it was an empty room, for those who had not yet joined the company, but when I saw the smell of people living in the house, I quickly exited the room and closed the door. After all, it is rude to break into someone else's room without permission, especially if it is a woman's room, which is even more embarrassing.

In this way, he confirmed the dormitory arranged by Lao Long for himself, turned around briefly, and returned downstairs with Xiaoxing.

"Old Dragon, when will our hair house officially open?"

At this moment, the old dragon was closing his eyes, swaying his body to the rhythm of the DJ, and the ponytail was also flicking around rhythmically, very casually, "If you open...... Tomorrow!......"

As soon as the old dragon's voice fell, everything stopped, the music stopped, and the old dragon's dancing body also stopped.

"Hmm...... Guests, you should familiarize yourself with the business before opening. ”

Then, the old dragon sat down at the small bar.

It's not open yet, and it's such a remote place, what kind of guests can there be.

I was talking and playing as an old dragon, that is, I just wanted us to watch the store.

However, not long after the old dragon finished speaking, a voice came from outside the door.

It's the sound of a quarrel, a man and a woman.

"What kind of thinking are you thinking in your hometown! It's been almost a month!"

"I don't care! I listen to my mother anyway. ”

"Okay, okay, I'm too lazy to care about you!"

"You have to take care of it, where are you going, don't follow me!"

Hearing the voice, a man and a woman walked at the door. The man walked away, looking angry. The woman walked into the old dragon hair house.

I can't believe that it is really as Lao Long said, there are customers.

"What are you doing, hurry! Keep ......"

When the old dragon saw me there, he glared at me, and then threw a booklet in his hand.

Hair styling book?

When I saw the name on this booklet, I immediately understood that Lao Long was asking me to entertain customers.

In most cases, the customer gives the barber a description of the hairstyle they want, or asks the barber to look at the shape of their face and design their own hairstyle. And now, the only barber in the shop, Xiaoxing, is a deaf and mute person, and this task naturally fell to me.

However, it is only in order to make money that customers are sent to look at design brochures and sell them some hot and expensive hairstyles. However, I clearly remember that Lao Long's hair house is a free service, and I really don't understand what the hell Lao Long's marketing strategy is.

Without much hesitation, I took the booklet, immediately put on a smile, and walked to the door.

In front of her was a woman, about thirty years old, with a large bulging belly, obviously a pregnant woman. She walked slowly with her hands behind her back, and from time to time she looked around the shop.

"Hello, ma'am, do you need a haircut?"

The service should be more modest, and I speak in a gentle tone with a smile on my face.

The female customer didn't seem to buy it, sulked in the previous quarrel, ignored my inquiry, and continued to move on.

"Madam, you are about to become a mother, and mothers usually choose some short hairstyles to facilitate confinement. Sit down. ”

I kept smiling, supported her slightly, and walked to Xiaoxing's chair.

"Indeed, young man, you are a father? ”

The female customer sat down, looked at me, and finally smiled.

"No, just listening to some friends. Embarrassed, I smiled wryly and continued, "Don't worry, our barbers here are amazing, and we have a wide variety of hairstyles for you to choose from. As long as you like. ”

After saying that, I felt weak for a while, after all, it was the first time to do sales, and I didn't know what Xiaoxing's craftsmanship was.

No diamonds, no porcelain work. Now that I've said it, I'm pinning all my hopes on Xiaoxing.

Luckily, I have a hairstyle book, and I can at least introduce a few to her and show her, and as long as the female customer has a hairstyle, my task is complete.

But when I swore to open the brochure and prepare to introduce it to the female customer, I was dumbfounded.

What kind of hairstyle design book, just the cover of the words "hairstyle design book" is just a few words, open it and take a look, the content in it basically does not match the hairstyle design.

"Annoying hairstyles, worry-free hairstyles, broken mourning hairstyles, literary creation hairstyles, popular hairstyles, and ...... faces"

As soon as I finished the first page, I was completely confused. There are only some titles on it, and then some notes are attached, and there is not even a picture. Moreover, there is not a single hairstyle that I know, so how can I introduce it to customers.

"Show me! I'll pick one myself. ”

The female customer was stunned when she saw me, so she took the album herself.

"Huh...... Why is there no picture?Shaving annoying hairstyle, this hairstyle can remove the customer's troubles, only one event. Worry-free hairstyle, this hairstyle can make customers carefree for a period of one month. Broken mourning hairstyle......"

The female customer muttered as she watched, turning page after page.

"Young man, your hairstyle is really creative! But if only there was a hairstyle like this, I could ...... it."

Before she could finish speaking, the female customer lowered her head and stroked her bulging belly with her hand.

Actually, I know that it is obvious that what is written in the brochure is impossible, and some of the words in it may remind the female customer of the annoyance.

"Yes, yes, yes, there's all the hairstyles here!"

The old dragon didn't know when he appeared behind me, and hurriedly accompanied me with a smile, as if my service was very poor.

"Long Fifteen! I hired you to come, not to smash my signboard. You won't introduce these hairstyles!"

In the face of Lao Long's rebuke, I was speechless, what kind of hairstyles are they, let me introduce them.

"Alright. Given that it is not officially open for business, forgive you for once. Learn to ......"

After speaking, Lao Long looked at the female customer again and introduced it with a smile.

"Hello dear customer, I'm sorry just now, he's new here, and he's not familiar with the business yet. Actually, we're not officially open until tomorrow. But since you have come, you are our God. Also, the hairstyles in this booklet are all real. Moreover, our hair house is free of charge. ”

"Really, boss, you're not kidding, are you?

"Look at what you said, people are here to make money, but my old dragon is to contribute to society and mankind. It's true, a small business, no money, as long as you sign and press a handprint. However, each person can only have one service opportunity at our hair shop, and only one hairstyle can be chosen. In addition, you are a pre-business customer of our hair shop, as the boss, I will give you a benefit, you can choose two hairstyles, mix and match!"

When the old dragon spoke, he raised his eyebrows, but he always maintained a low-profile service attitude, like an experienced salesman. Then, he added, "It doesn't cost money anyway! Let's try it! Give you a mix of shaving hairstyle and perfect face, not only can you get rid of your troubles, but also make you have a more beautiful face, and it is not a problem to be a teenager younger!"

The more I listened, the more I couldn't listen to it, this old dragon was really a god, invincible! I simply raised my head and pretended not to hear anything.

However, perhaps it was because of a woman's love for beauty, perhaps because of her habit of being greedy for cheapness, or perhaps because she really had a troubled matter that was difficult to solve, and she made the decision helplessly.

"Okay! I'll listen to you!" said the female customer.

"By the way, you just have to think about it during the haircut. Just one thing, oh or that, it doesn't work. ”

Seeing this, the old dragon said another sentence, and then shouted: "Xiaoxing, get a haircut!"

For this god stick, I simply admire the five-body throw. This female customer and the old dragon are really "the old dragon fishing, and the willing person takes the bait"!

"I said Dragon Fifteen! Why are you still stunned! It's time to draw a dragon! Hurry up!"

Obey the customers in every way, turn to me and scold me, this is the old dragon. I couldn't help it, I hurriedly gave Xiaoxing a place, and went to the coffee table by myself.

Xiaoxing put on a haircut apron for the female customer, holding an old pair of scissors in her hand, her eyes were empty, staring at her hair, motionless.

The old dragon laid out the paper and prepared the ink for me, and I also picked up the pen and prepared to create. Lao Long also explained that I had to find inspiration from the customer's hair and draw dragons, so that I could get the performance salary for each dragon painting.

Looking at the little star pestle there, thinking about some of the unbelievable things that the old dragon said before, I can be 100% sure that everything is fooling.

It's clear, no one told Xiaoxing what kind of hairstyle he wanted to cut for his guests, and it was definitely impossible to cut his hair for customers casually. And what Lao Long said can eliminate troubles and perfect his face, I only think he is nervous.

Because I wanted to find inspiration in my hair, I kept looking at the female customer's long shawl hair, and I could also see Xiaoxing's every move.

However, in the next second when I guessed and made a judgment, I was slapped in the face again!

Xiaoxing's eyes suddenly widened, his empty eyes instantly became smart, and he held scissors in his hand, cutting them very smoothly.

At first, I was really worried that it would be bad for Xiaoxing to cut it randomly and anger customers, and I would have no money to make in the future if I smashed the business.

However, when I tried to get the old dragon to stop it, I actually saw the old dragon smiling with great satisfaction, and nodding his head, his ponytail swaying up and down.

"Draw yours quickly!"

The old dragon smiled and turned his head sideways, looked at me just in time, and immediately closed his smile and glared at me.

The boss died by himself, and what could I do as a clerk could only be left to my behalf.

Draw my dragon and let them do it!

I turned my head, dipped my pen in ink, and looked at the long, shiny black hair from a distance.

Seriously, what inspiration can be found in the hair of the dragon, I really question the old dragon's advice.

However, when it comes to my performance salary, I still calm down.

As Xiaoxing's scissors closed one by one, stretched and closed, the waterfall-like hair fluttered and swayed from time to time, accompanied by a rhythmic "click" sound, reflecting the white light above my head, I really saw a hint of clues.

Strands of hair, scattered down, fell to the ground, like a brisk flying dragon, with angry emotions, tossing and turning in the air, and suddenly encountered twists and turns, disappointed and fell, the moment of falling, lifeless, as if to a dark hell.

No, what's that black one?

When the hair fell and fell black, the whole room resounded with a distant mournful tone, very light and long.

The black circle on the floor was a large vinyl record that was propped up just under the seat.

The hair gently touched the spinning vinyl record, and it turned out a tune that had never been heard before.

Listening to the long music, I closed my eyes, as if I really had a resonance with the music made by the hair.

Lift the pen, raise the ink, hang the front, finish, lift again, march, turn the front......

Everything is so natural, the closed eyes seem to be brightened, and the pictures of the hair that once been included in my mind are all presented, continuing to float, fly, entangle, and shake.

Suddenly, a pillar of light appeared inexplicably, and all the emanation was scattered by the impact.

What is that!

The pillar of light was thickening at a discernible speed, getting thicker and brighter, and a gradually clear outline appeared inside the pillar of light!

It's a dragon! a dragon that pierces through the air! a dragon that dances and claws and limbs, and snaits and chrysalis!

The dragon seemed to be struggling with something, though.

After a moment's hesitation, I opened my eyes violently, and frantically embellished the outline of the painting.

Finally, I flicked the pen and gently withdrew it.

Burnt, thick, heavy, light, clear.

A new ink dragon leaps onto the paper, as if it can fly away without paying attention to it.

At this moment, Xiao Xingna was also accompanied by a "click", and the haircut ended.

It is a hairstyle that is slightly longer than short ear-length hair, and it is edgeless, moist but not slippery, and has a distinct sense of layering.

This is exactly the kind of hairstyle that is suitable for confinement people! And it looks better than the average person.

Although compared with before, she has lost the feminine temperament of long hair, but short hair will bring more convenience to her confinement in the future, and this short hairstyle under Xiaoxing's scissors, although short and not short, can just bring a different kind of femininity.

"Well, pretty nice hairstyle! I like it. The mood is really much better. ”

Xiaoxing removed the haircut scarf, and the female customer brushed her hair with her hands, looked in the mirror, and smiled.

"Don't you really have to pay? ”

She stood up, satisfied, and gave one last question.

"If you don't say you need it, don't worry! Come on, sign it here, press a handprint, and you'll do it." ”

The old dragon looked serious, picked up the ink painting I had just drawn, and walked over.

Seeing this, I was no longer surprised, because what the old dragon did could not be suspected and explained by common sense.

I just felt a little sorry for the ink painting that didn't even dry out, and it was signed by someone else and put a fingerprint.

"Alright, boss. The female customer signed, pressed her handprint, and looked at the ink painting carefully, "Well, this painting is really good! The dragon is about to jump out! ...... from when I was a child."

She praised twice, handed the painting to the old dragon, and then muttered something thoughtfully, which I didn't hear.

I walked over, unwilling to let the fruits of my labor be taken by others like this, and took a deep look at the ink painting.

A faint handprint, a name, Wang Ruolan.

"Oops, oops, hey... Yo ......"

Suddenly, a female customer named Wang Ruolan cried out while holding her stomach, closing her eyes tightly, and sweat soaked her forehead in an instant.

"Wife, what's wrong with you?"

The second time the scream sounded, I was just about to pass, and a man rushed in at the door, and it was the one who had quarreled with Wang Ruolan before.

"I ...... I'm going to...... I'm going to give birth!"

"Ahh......h

Wang Ruolan was in unbearable pain, and her husband was surprised, but both of them had a faint happiness.

"If you had met me earlier, you would have given birth a long time ago!haha...... Hurry up and get to the hospital......"

From the moment Wang Ruolan screamed in pain, I could clearly see that Lao Long had been smiling all the time, as if everything was in his expectation.

However, that smile, that weird smile, made me have to re-examine the magical old man in front of me.