"Let's go."

Old man Lu stood at the mouth of the alley, waved his hand to Lu Jiajia and Lu Duancun, who were pulling their luggage, and signaled them to leave quickly, don't miss the plane.

"Grandpa, come back for the New Year, hibiscus chicken slices, sauce elbows, and a big bowl of mixed sauce noodles." Lu Jiajia's arms were rounded, and they made a big circle, indicating that they wanted such a big bowl.

"Well, grandpa will make everything for you, but this bowl with the same mouth is not easy to find." Old man Lu smiled happily, Lu Jiajia went to the south, and after coming back, the relationship between the grandfather and grandson became much closer.

However, when he saw Lu Duancun looking down at his watch, he smiled and took it back, "Nizi has to study hard, come back to serve the motherland, don't learn from your second uncle and your father." ”

Lu Duancun's face darkened, since Meng Shi and the old man sued him and exposed his identity as a screenwriter, his family status began to gradually equalize with the second child who had always been unpopular.

When Lu Jiajia heard his grandfather's words, he could already imagine what he and Meng Shi would talk about when they sat together.

She glanced at her black-faced father, nodded to her grandfather and smiled, "I must not learn from them." ”

"The car is coming, Mom and Dad, let's go first." Lu Duancun pulled Lu Jiajia into the car that came to pick him up, he didn't want to argue with the old man about anything.

Old man Lu looked at Nizi who was waving in the car, and felt that he was not sad at all.

In his seventy years of life, he has experienced many large and small partings.

There is life and death.

Just last month, he just sent away Lao Zhang, who had shaved his head for decades.

Lao Zhang is a shaver, eighty-two this year, which is one round older than this growing country and the aging old man Lu, but the situation in this round is not good.

However, the 16 skills that the shaver must have, Lao Zhang did not lose it, this is a craft passed down from his ancestors, how can the guy who eats lose it.

The reason why the traditional craft has passed away is probably just that it can no longer make people have enough to eat.

Machines have replaced handicrafts, and some people say that machines have no soul, and in this era of hurried steps, the soul is precisely the least valuable.

However, haircuts are obviously not in this ranks, and people pay attention to starting from scratch.

In 1956, in order to improve the level of hairdressing services in the capital, under the inquiry and arrangement of Premier Zhou, four barber shops from Shangdu, Huaxin, Xiangming, Violet and Yunshang were selected to come to Sijiucheng to jointly form Silian Hairdressing.

Lao Zhang, who was nineteen years old at the time, was elected to Silian and became the youngest barber.

It wasn't until he was thirty years old that the strip of steel cloth left by the old man in the family and which he had long forgotten was turned over by hwb and he was forced to leave. (The strip of steel cloth is the white cloth used to sharpen the razor, also called the water dragon cloth)

The one-foot water dragon cloth left by the old man of his family has ten big characters written on the back of the unified system of the previous dynasty - keep your head and keep your hair, and keep your hair and keep your head.

When Lao Zhang is 30 years old, it will be 67 years, the second year of the beginning of the humanitarian torrent.

He had the one-foot water dragon cloth hanging from his chest, and he was shaved half of his hair vertically and dragged out into the street......

When the turmoil passed and Lao Zhang returned to the barbershop, it was already 79 years, and this time he worked until 97 years.

After retiring, the shop had to hire him back, because the old guys who had followed him for decades felt that they didn't have time to get used to a new barber, and they were making a lot of trouble in the shop.

As soon as people have nothing to do, they think that they can't live long, from this year's "can't survive winter", to next year's spring "can't live in autumn", and then to the year after next year, "this year's designation can't work", and more than ten years have passed between thoughts.

Old man Lu still remembers that his father always said that when my grandson is old enough to pour me tea, I will leave. This thought was read until his second grandson Cheng Kang was 32 years old, and he closed his eyes.

Therefore, Old Man Lu guarded the smaller and smaller shops, and did not let himself be idle.

Lao Zhang also planned to do the same, but he did not accept the rehiring, but got a small three-wheeler, took tools, rode a car, and began to walk the streets and alleys.

Today is Lao Lu's family, and the day after tomorrow should be Lao Li, he will serve the old guys in order.

Retired, he went from being a barber in a state-run barber shop to a shaver.

In 94, Silian moved from the "Goldfish Alley" to the upper floor of the "Tsinghua Garden Bath", washing, cutting, blowing, and shaving the face, a complete set of fifteen yuan.

In 95, the state abolished the unified price of the service industry, allowing each company to adjust the price according to the market situation, and the price rose to 25 yuan.

In 99, after moving to Wangfujing Jin Street, it rose a little.

And Lao Zhang shaved his head and face, and charged six yuan at a time.

Oh, by the way, he occasionally "sleeps" the old guy, which is a gift, no money.

Sleeping is a set of massage and massage techniques from head to waist, using both hands at the same time, pinching, pinching, pounding, and clutching together, done well, making people feel like a dream fairy. If you encounter a person with a dislocation or a sprained muscle, you can also treat it urgently.

Old man Lu touched the stubble on his face, he was old and bald, and his beard was still like a weed...... I don't know if I can get used to a new shaver...... Barber...... Now it's called the Barber.

He thought to himself, the older this person gets, the fewer people he knows, but the more and more familiar ghosts he knows.

"What do you think?" His wife, Zhang Ailan, pulled him.

"I ......" Old man Lu habitually leaned over to her ear, Zhang Ailan was one year older than him, and her body was quite tough, but her ears were not good for some years.

Zhang Ailan nudged him gently, pointed to her ears, and said with a somewhat proud expression, "I brought hearing aids, and Nizi took them with me, and I couldn't see them in my ears." ”

She always disliked hearing aids with ugly eyes, everyone knows her behind her ears when she walks on the street, and Nizi is happy to take it to match, this is a next-generation parent.

Old man Lu smiled, "I want Nizi to buy an electric razor." ”

"You won't buy it yourself." Zhang Ailan said, thought for a while, and said, "Go home and change your clothes, let's go to the photo studio." ”

"Didn't Nizi give us a picture yesterday?"

"You can use the photo taken by Nizi as a posthumous photo." Zhang Ailan complained and sighed, "Lao Zhang doesn't like to take pictures, and the photos he uses are younger than his sons, which is not like words." ”

Lao Zhang's wife left early, and when he left alone, his son happened to go on a business trip.

That day should be to shave Lao Li's head, Lao Li waited for a day, no one came, no one answered, Lao Li couldn't sleep at night, called his son, and had to go to Lao Zhang's house to see.

Push the door in, the TV is on, and there are pictures of him when he was young on the wall, but the people are gone.

Lao Zhang left, leaving nothing, and took away the craftsmanship that had been with him all his life.

There is no way, the juniors can't look down on it, but the steel cloth strip left by HWB to humiliate him can now be more or less exchanged for some money.

Old man Lu thought of Li Ji, who was highly perceptive and diligent and sensible, and felt a lot more relieved.

At least since I left one day, some people will say that my craft was passed down by Lu Yishan, and my master is Mr. Zhang Dezhang, the head of Cuihua Building, which is worthy of the ability given by my father-in-law.

Old man Lu is an optimistic and easily satisfied person.

He took Zhang Ailan's hand, put it in the crook of his arm, and said happily, "Let's go, go take pictures." ”

Zhang Ailan symbolically twitched her hand twice and went with him.

After the old couple finished taking pictures, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

On the way back, Old Man Lu said, "The courtyard is space, vacate the room, find someone to live in." ”

Zhang Ailan asked, "Who?" ”

Old man Lu smiled, "A child who loves poor mouths." ”