The barber was not very old, and he looked to be in his early forties, perhaps even younger than his forties.

The haircut customer is also not very old, looking in his twenties, but in fact he is in his thirties.

The two men of little age looked at the mirror in silence, and the two stared at each other in the mirror, and suddenly laughed very tacitly.

After all, for a barber, hearing customers say how to look good is undoubtedly trust in his craft.

After all, for a barber customer, telling the barber how to look good is undoubtedly a recognition of the master's craftsmanship behind him.

These two men seem to have very few words.

But in his eyes, he seems to have a lot of words.

"Then I'll start it." After the barber confidently said this, he picked up the scissors and began to design what he thought was the best-looking masterpiece on Yang Zheng's wet hair.

……

"Master, how many years have you been in this business?" Yang Zheng looked at the serious appearance of the barber in the mirror, and he couldn't help but take the initiative to ask.

"It's been almost twenty years." The barber replied proudly.

"Have you been in this store for the past twenty years?" Yang Zheng couldn't help but ask.

"Shou? What do you think you mean by keeping? The barber suddenly stopped the scissors in his hand and carefully gestured to the mirror with the masterpiece in his heart, revealing his neat and clean teeth.

"Shou? Is it to stick to it, to work here? Yang Zheng looked at himself who was not familiar in the mirror, and he replied with some ambiguity.

"If I mean staying here, I've probably been doing it for about ten years."

"If I mean something else, then I've been keeping it for almost forty years."

"Oh... Guard? What else does it mean? Yang Zheng listened to the sound of the scissors working again, he closed his eyes and asked expectantly.

"Of course, guarding can also refer to ethics, but also to guarding." The barber doesn't look like he looks five big and three thick, but he has a bit of life philosophy when he speaks.

He stopped the scissors in his hand and gently touched the hair behind Yang Zheng, he paused and said, "Your hair, haven't you considered growing it?" Long hair may be more suitable for you now. ”

Yang Zheng opened his eyes in disbelief, and he suddenly laughed: "It's the first time I've heard the barber suggest that guests have long hair!" ”

"Yes, I see the hair on your back, you can tie it up if you keep it any longer, or keep it for you?" The barber's eyes suddenly shone a little brighter.

These few rays of light made Yang Zheng a little in a trance.

He seemed to remember that he had wanted to have long hair in his rebellious high school days.

But with the strict rules and regulations in the school and many factors in reality, he was forced to drown in his short youth.

Later, he left high school and entered college, he thought that he could finally not abide by the strict rules and regulations of the previous school, and he did not have to be constrained by his family and the world, he thought that he could grow long hair as he wanted to make up for all the regrets of high school, and he thought that he would become a different and amazing person in the future.

But the reality is that he didn't have long hair until he graduated from college.

Because, although he doesn't have to strictly abide by the rules and regulations of the school like in high school, he unexpectedly began to care about the eyes of others, intentionally or unintentionally.

He doesn't want to be different, and he doesn't want to be different.

After all, at that time, his family also changed, and he found his mediocrity in the separation of life and death, and he also realized in his mediocrity that there were many things, and it was not necessarily a bad thing to be a regret.

Later, he graduated from college and joined the work, and the high-intensity work made him have no idea to grow long hair. Until now, the man behind him had evoked the regrets and memories that had been sealed in his heart for a long time in such a strange way.

This also made him suddenly ask: "Then master, did you also want to have long hair before?" ”

The barber listened to this question, he touched his smooth head, and he smiled and said: "Yes, those old people in the 80s and 90s, who didn't envy the long hair of Hong Kong dramas and Hong Kong stars when they were young?" ”

"It's just that I didn't have the courage to grow long hair at the time. Now that you have the courage and no hair, do you say you are angry? ”

The barber's humorous words made Yang Zheng smile even happier.

He looked in the mirror at the barber who had regrets in his youth like himself, he closed his eyes and said slowly: "Anyway, I said, how to look good." Since you think I'm suitable for long hair, why don't I take your advice to grow long hair? ”

"Okay, I'll cut it like this." The barber was in the mood again, he excitedly pushed the manual electric clipper, and while dancing, he said that he had the most suitable hairstyle for Yang Zheng in his heart.

Fifteen minutes later, the barber finally finished cutting his hair.

Yang Zheng also opened his eyes, he looked at his rejuvenated self in the mirror, he took out his wallet and took out ten yuan and put it on the table with satisfaction.

Since coming into contact with chess nerds, Yang Zheng has also become accustomed to carrying some cash with him.

However, with the popularization of electronic payment, many merchants will use the excuse that they can't find to let customers choose electronic payment to check out.

The barber was also a little surprised, he touched the banknotes on the table, he opened the drawer, and there were more than 100 yuan scattered in it.

He carefully put the banknotes into the drawer, and said with some understanding: "It seems that you are also guarding something." ”

Yang Zheng smiled and didn't speak, he stared at the haircut price list behind him, and said seriously: "I seem to understand what you are guarding." ”

"Oh? Is it the same thing you're guarding? ”

"It's pretty much the same thing." Yang Zheng touched the long hair behind him and praised: "Master, your craftsmanship is really good." ”

"That's a must, twenty years of hard work is not just talking."

The barber patted his chest proudly.

……

Yang Zheng walked on the road, and he seemed to feel the coolness he hadn't seen for a long time.

This coolness also made him feel good, and those street shops with bright lights and colorful lights and fireworks seemed to turn into mirrors at this moment.

He walked on the road, the mirror shone on him, he seemed to have returned to high school, returned to college, and finally became the protagonist of his regretful life.

"It seems that it's not too late to make up for regrets!"

Yang Zheng said thoughtfully, and then he strode in the direction of home.

He couldn't wait for Huanhuan to look surprised when he saw his new hairstyle.

He can't wait to meet the sun tomorrow.