That's it, all the members of the old dragon hair house have been reported and officially opened as scheduled.

The hair house is also as expected, because of the terms and conditions stipulated by Lao Long, the business is extremely bleak, so there is a scene where I see customers coming to the door, and I immediately sell them.

You can't solicit customers because there are some powerful dangers, for your own safety, and in order not to expose the traces of the old dragon. As for what the old dragon was afraid of, he didn't say a word.

If you don't let you solicit customers, then I will try to keep customers as much as possible.

Even so, in a month, a few customers came sporadically, and they were just ordinary people, and they basically didn't gain anything.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the urgency to wake up my adoptive father has gradually eased, and I am no longer as depressed as before, but this matter is still pressing on my heart.

It wasn't until the appearance of that strange woman that it brought the possibility of Zixi giving birth to the first dragon scale.

It was a seemingly very ordinary afternoon, Zixi and I were talking about some things about the dragon clan's dragon road, and suddenly rushed into a woman with a cloaked hair.

"Reason... Barber, where is the barber!"

The woman shouted in panic, clutching her scalp with both hands, her eyes moving and gasping for breath.

"Hello, ma'am, he's our barber. However, he is deaf and mute, you can ......"

I pointed to the sitting star and immediately took out the hairstyle book, but before I could finish speaking, the woman pushed my hand away.

"I don't want a haircut, I'm going to cut my hair!" you tell him. Quick! shave, shave, I'm going to shave my hair!"

The woman was clutching my hands and shaking, the eyes were strange, panicked, scared, and begging.

I don't know exactly what was on her, but when she said she was going to shave her head, I was stunned.

A woman who can grow her hair to her waist and don't know how many years she has to keep her hair is a kind of obsession with beauty. However, it was such a long-haired beauty who actually said that she wanted to cut her hair.

I believe that even an ordinary woman will think about cutting her long hair short for a long time, and even cry during the cutting process.

However, the woman in front of me, with an unusual appearance and such long hair, suddenly said that she wanted to shave her head, and was in such a hurry, and even begged us to make her bald in the next second.

I had no choice but to signal to Xiaoxing and let him decide for himself.

Xiaoxing, although he is deaf and mute, I later learned that he can actually see all kinds of human desires. Listening to Lao Long, desire will show various colors in Xiaoxing's eyes, and he also has the desire to cut off customers and breed exuberance, so that it can restore a balanced desire state.

Zixi stood up, laid out the drawing paper for me, and prepared the pen and ink.

"Click"

The first sound of Xiaoxing's scissors sounded, and the woman closed her eyes, as if deep down she was afraid to see her long hair cut off.

She trembled, her eyes closed, her eyeballs rolling back and forth clearly on her eyelids, and it was probably a battle against the devil for her.

A strand of hair fell softly to the vinyl record on the floor, and a cool tune sounded.

With a slight sigh, I sat down and focused on drawing.

Zixi has always been an admirer of mine, and every time she paints, she will watch quietly.

Since she is a gloomy fear, a kind of miscellaneous desire, not within the six main desires, then I will "break through the thick", splash ink, and easily complete a pair of ink dragons, which is also a dragon contract.

Miscellaneous desires are desires derived from the six desires, which can also be said to be emotions. The diversity of emotions also determines that it cannot be transformed into the power of faith.

Therefore, I have only brought a few strokes, a simple dragon contract, for this woman, enough.

Ten minutes later, Xiaoxing withdrew the scissors in his hand and patted the woman on the shoulder.

She slowly stretched her eyes slightly apart, as if she was afraid of herself in the scissors mirror.

The slit in the eye, slowly opened, a little, a little more.

Suddenly, it opened suddenly.

She saw it, and saw herself in the mirror, still with long hair and a shawl, but it had been simply trimmed.

She laughed, and suddenly cried again.

"Thank you......"

The woman wiped away her tears, still without the panic and fear she had before.

"Well, ma'am, he's deaf and dumb, and can't hear you. ”

Seeing this, I reminded her again. Then he picked up the drawing and the pen and walked over.

Hearing this, the woman smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I forgot." By the way, how much is it, I Alipay, I didn't bring cash. ”

"Don't worry, you can take a look at the dragon I drew first, we have a small business, no charge. All you need is a sign for my drawing and a handprint. ”

With that, I handed her the painting.

"Well, it's a good drawing! But I have the money, but I don't have the cash. Really, can you pay pay?"

The woman took the painting and looked at it a few times, a little puzzled, thinking that I was teasing her.

At this time, Zixi ran over.

"This sister really doesn't need money! That's right, fifteenth brother, he is a little painter, but he is not popular, I just want you to sign him, press a handprint, and get your affirmation! You can do a favor, sister." ”

Zixi had a pure smile on her face, and she said it clearly, I was surprised that this girl could tell such a cute lie.

However, after listening to Zixi's words, the woman smiled bitterly, "Hehe, if I had come here, I really wouldn't have dared to touch this painting." Inexplicably, I'm not afraid at all, it's amazing...... By the way, young man, your drawing is really good, at least much better than his!"

Between the words, the woman was surprised and praised, but when she said the last sentence inexplicably, there was a trace of cold hatred.

"Then sister, you can do me a favor!"

Zixi blinked mischievously and begged to hand her the pen.

"The magic of the hair house is also a magic painting, and I feel much better when I look at it. ”

As she spoke, the woman signed her name: Jiang Yue. Then, he pressed his own handprint again.

"This is my encouragement to you. Come on, boy. Also, the money still has to be given. ”

Jiang Yue felt that she didn't give money, so she didn't want to go, so she quickly opened the bag and rummaged for something.

At that moment, a card inadvertently dropped out of her bag.

"What is this ......?"

I quickly crouched down and picked it up, it was a business card.

"Xu Qiusheng! it's actually Xu Lao!" I exclaimed.

Because of this name, I am all too familiar to him, he is someone I have always admired.

Xu Qiusheng, a well-known local ink painter and the president of the Chinese Painting Association, just didn't have the opportunity to ask him about painting skills.

"Do you know him?" Jiang Yue wondered.

"Well, I don't know each other. Mr. Xu is a famous painter in our country, I am a painter, of course I have heard of his deeds. As I spoke, I said, "Do you know Mr. Xu?" Can you introduce me to him, I really want to learn from him." ”

"I'd rather not know him! I advise you, lad, not to provoke him. ”

Jiang Yue's words revealed an inexplicable anger, as if there was great hatred between her and Xu Qiusheng.

"Why? Sister, is that person very bad?"

Zixi, who was listening on the side, out of curiosity and out of concern for me, said more.

Jiang Yue looked at Zixi's pure and innocent gaze, his anger gradually subsided, and he sighed, "It's better not to touch him." Because, he's a pervert. Actually, I was his assistant and his apprentice. But who knows......"

She said it in a love-hate way, and explained the reason.

As an apprentice and female assistant, Jiang Yue herself is the person who has the most contact with Xu Qiusheng, and at the same time, she is also the one who is most injured.

Xu Qiusheng, who has been painting for more than 30 years, has followed him from his unknown nationality to being famous all over the country.

However, after Xu Qiusheng became famous, he inexplicably turned to oil painting.

Jiang Yue has always praised Xu Qiusheng's Chinese paintings, but he does not agree with his oil paintings.

In an accidental disagreement, Jiang Yue did not praise him, but he grabbed his hair and forced him to say some words of praise against his will.

This kind of thing happened frequently later, and even a lot of hair could be torn off every time, but Jiang Yue did not leave out of years of mentoring and apprenticeship.

It's just that fear has grown, and she no longer dares to approach her once kind teacher, and even feels that her long hair has become her only fear.

And today, it was almost torn off by Xu Qiu's scalp!

This is the scene where she rushed into the old dragon hair house, with fear on her face and panicked.

"Young man, you are a simple painter, and you paint very well. Don't go to him. Remember!" Jiang Yue spoke earnestly, admonished a few words, and continued: "In this way, you can do me a favor, and I can also let you see his ugly face now." ”

As he spoke, Jiang Yue took out another envelope from his bag.

"This is my resignation letter that I wrote before. Although my fear has disappeared inexplicably, I will never go back to that place. I'm afraid...... So, you can help me get this resignation letter over. Thank you. ”

I nodded lightly and took the envelope.

Jiang Yue left like this, but the task of delivering the letter fell to me.

Only one customer can be received per day, and Lao Long's rules cannot be broken.

Lao Longfa House, temporarily closed, just so I can go to visit, this "long-admired" Xu Lao.