On the Mercedes-Benz bus, Yang Zheng looked at the sunset outside the window, and his heart suddenly became a little depressed.

This repression is a little inexplicable, and some are for no reason, but this repression is also a matter of course, and it is even more justified.

After all, today's chess qualifying competition not only gave many people a glimpse of the future of chess, but also made many people look forward to tomorrow's game.

Looking forward to tomorrow there will be a hero who can defeat Sun Pojun of the island country, and also looking forward to whether tomorrow's Li Tiandao and Yue Jianping can rejuvenate the rotten professional chess world as they say.

Yang Zheng is also looking forward to it, but compared to this tomorrow's expectation, he is more confused and helpless in his heart.

After all, he only found out that his beloved apprentice had already left the venue after the game.

He didn't know what Dongdong's final choice would be, and he also began to worry about Dongdong's competitive state tomorrow.

He regretted it even more, regretting whether he was too demanding of Dongdong, she was actually just a child.

She deserves more guidance and advice in her life.

There should also be more teachers to accompany you.

He also suddenly felt that he might be a little incompetent as a teacher, although Lao Zhou also went to raise himself like him, but Dongdong was not him after all.

Her life path is much longer than that of a middle-aged man like herself.

……

Yang Zheng may have been overly depressed in his heart, so he impulsively got off the train two stops early.

As he strolled home, looking at the bustle around him, he inadvertently touched the hair that covered his ears, and he thought that it was time for him to get a haircut.

But the chain barbershops with different large and small signboards around him made his heart extremely resistant.

Once upon a time, a haircut was such a simple and joyful thing.

A haircut is as simple as you walk into the shop, sit on a chair, and say to the barber what you want to cut, and the master can hold scissors and clippers, and you can make your messy hair neat in five minutes and ten minutes.

But nowadays, haircutting has become a difficult and complicated task.

There are all kinds of "barbers" who will always desperately pick out the shortcomings of your hair when he gives you a haircut, and try to sell the exclusive products in their store.

Even if there are no flaws in your hair, they will find out the flaws in you that you don't know about, and recommend you to get a membership card in their store to experience the special services they have in their mouths.

They are clever tongues, they are observant, they are clever in words, and most of them are not trustworthy, and they rarely keep the fanciful promises they say.

This also makes every haircut like a battle without gunpowder for Yang Zheng.

He also tried, wanted to avoid these battles, tried to find the barber masters who kept their promises and had neat and neat methods, and he just wanted to get a simple haircut.

However, after looking around, he found that the barber masters who kept their promises and were neat and neat in his memory, as well as the old shops that existed in his memory, had all lost to the hands and mouths of a new chain barber shop with little faith and exaggerated shape in these years.

He was inexplicably a little unwilling and a little unconvinced.

He also tried to walk the streets, carefully watching every barber shop around him.

The barber teachers with dyed hair, the roar of hair dryers stacked on top of each other, and the numb faces of customers couldn't help but remind Yang Zheng of the old rival he met when he was shopping at a convenience store.

The old opponent looked the same as the younger ones, but after a long time of contact, Yang Zheng found that he was different from them.

Maybe it's because old opponents will look annoyed when they lose, and they will laugh out loud when they win?

Perhaps, every contest he has with himself is the purest contest between men.

Unlike them, just to fight for the sake of fighting?

Perhaps, the contest between himself and his old opponent is the most persistent and boring contest between men, right?

……

Yang Zheng walked for a long time, and finally found an ordinary barber shop that was not a chain.

The name of that barbershop was Fei Fei Barbershop.

As soon as you look at the name, you know that this barber shop has an exclusive memory that belongs to the owner.

He gently pushed open the glass door of the barbershop, and slowly walked into the barbershop, he raised his head worriedly, and what greeted his eyes was the price of the haircut clearly marked in his memory and the barber's room that looked empty.

The price of a haircut is ten yuan, which is quite cheap in Shangjing.

It was so cheap that Yang Zheng doubted the craftsmanship of the barber here, but he thought about it and was relieved in the end.

Haircuts don't seem to be expensive in the first place.

He still remembers that ten years ago, the price of a haircut was only about 20 yuan.

It's not like getting a haircut now, it's thirty or fifty cheaper, and hundreds or thousands of expensive ones.

Even a rich person has a haircut, which is enough for half a month's salary of ordinary people.

Isn't ten dollars the most suitable and most suitable price for ordinary people like them in a barber shop?

When Yang Zheng was in a daze, a rich male voice sounded behind him.

"Haircut? It's only ten bucks. ”

Yang Zheng turned his head to look at the man with a deep voice, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Reason."

With a short word, he sat down from the hall to the shampoo room, and from the shampoo room to the barber room.

At this moment, he saw a line of small print under the price chart through the mirror.

"Haircuts for the elderly and children are all half price - five yuan."

He looked at this line of small words with some silence and some joy.

After all, the memories of being taken by his father to get a haircut when he was a child also slowly surfaced in front of his eyes with this line of small words.

He also seems to have finally found the old master he has been looking for, and the old barber shop full of fireworks in his memory.

He closed his eyes and felt a feeling of emotion in his heart.

He opened his eyes and looked at the barber behind the mirror, and he felt that he could trust him completely.

He probably deserves to be fully trusted.

Because on his face, he has the same expression as the master in his memory.

That expression is respect.

This respect is not only respect for the guests, but also respect for the profession he is engaged in, and of course, respect for the scissors and clippers in his hands.

"What hairstyle would you like to get a haircut?" The barber in the back didn't notice the indifference in Yang Zheng's heart, he looked at Yang Zheng in the mirror seriously and asked seriously.

Yang Zheng thought about it, and he said with a smile: "How good to look at, how to come." ”

The barber also smiled when he heard this, and his voice suddenly became more powerful, and he said loudly: "Okay, then how to look good!" ”