On the second day of the second lunar month, the dragon raises its head.

In the kitchen, Lin Cuihua got up early in the morning and shouted loudly.

Dine!

An Guoming rubbed his eyes, the buttons of his clothes were wrongly buttoned, he came in from the door, and sat at the table in a daze.

"Mom——— it's too early for this meal, and the sun hasn't come out yet."

An Guoming is tired.

"Eat it, I'm up and cooking for you, why don't I get tired."

Lin Cuihua put a bowl of two rice in front of An Guoming and said: "Someone will come in a while, let me tell you, if you don't get up, a bunch of old ladies will come in a while, and they can block the quilt for you." ”

"If you're not afraid, go back and go back to sleep."

An Guoming opened his eyes in the blink of an eye, shook his head vigorously and said, "Don't don't, I'm awake." ”

The three words of the old lady are more powerful than anything else in the countryside.

These people, who are not taboo in meat and vegetarian food, can make jokes and can bring people from the ground to the ground.

"Suck ——- suck ———"

A bowl of hot porridge, a plate of pickles, and a plate of egg chili sauce, mixed with boiled potatoes and eggplants, everyone eats a fragrant one.

"Mmmm, Mom, let me tell you, just this egg chili sauce, as far as you make it delicious, I don't make it this taste outside."

An Guoming sandwiched a piece of potato covered with sauce, put it in his mouth, and drank a mouthful of porridge, satisfied.

Lin Cuihua heard this: "This is our own miso fried, can it be the same." You go out again, pack a bucket of miso and go. ”

An Guoming had food in his mouth, but he nodded in agreement.

A meal that was finished in a while.

An Guoping and An Ning helped clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

"After a while, they all cut their hair one by one, and now the dragon has raised its head."

"Hurry up and cut it, there will be no effort for someone to make red bean buns in a while."

After Lin Cuihua finished speaking, An Guoping gave An Ning a look.

"What for?"

"Sister, can you cut it for me?"

An Guoping muttered quietly, An Ning glanced at Lin Cuihua, and didn't understand why, but he didn't think it was a big deal.

"Okay."

As soon as An Ning agreed, An Guoping shouted loudly: "Mom, my sister will cut it for me." ”

"Okay! It just saved me effort. ”

Lin Cuihua took out an ancient apron, shook it twice, and shouted: "An Sancheng, you come first." ”

An Sancheng, who was sitting in the house, took a deep breath, and walked out of the house with a kind of heroic tragedy.

"Cuihua, you don't have to cut it so short this time."

"Sit down, or you cut it yourself, someone will serve you and talk so much nonsense."

An Sancheng was pressed on the bench by Lin Cuihua, and the ancient dusty apron was wrapped around An Sancheng's neck.

In Lin Cuihua's hand was a faded fader.

In front of the fader is a toothed blade that bites up and down, extending from the head backwards, like two long legs, a little behind, with a spring attached between the two legs.

Lin Cuihua held the fader in the palm of her hand, and the palm of her hand exerted force, and the two legs of the fader were pressed, and the toothed knife in front of her was bitten up and down.

"Don't move."

The fader landed accurately on An Sancheng's head, Lin Cuihua's palm continued to exert force, clicking, and some gray hair was mixed with fine black hair, which fell from under An Sancheng's head, and many of them fell on his shoulder.

The tranquility on the side, in the spirit of learning, watched from the side.

"Do you want to start with a brain?"

"No, no, sister, don't learn."

An Guoping muttered cowardly in the back, only Lin Cuihua would do this if she shaved her head, starting from the top of her brain.

As a result, no matter how you cut the side, it didn't match the middle, and finally settled down with several more bald eggs.

Every year on February 2, it's like that.

As for the rest of the time, they hold their own scissors and trim themselves if they can, and never give their hair a chance to grow too long.

But you are not allowed to cut your hair during the first month and hurt your uncle.

But An Guoping especially wants to say: He doesn't have an uncle!

It's a pity that the men of the whole family can't resist Lin Cuihua.

According to Lin Cuihua's words, it's not that they don't have an uncle, it's just that their uncle is not alive.

But what if the uncle below is gone?

There is reason, they do not dare to refute.

"Sister, let's start too, you use scissors, okay?"

"Okay."

An Ning was not afraid, and even had a little research in mind, found the scissors at home, and prepared to cut them.

"Do you need to block your neck?"

"There are torn clothes."

An Guoping actively and actively went to find a ragged dress and wrapped it around his neck.

He stretched out two fingers and gestured to An Ning and said, "Sister, leave me for such a long time, don't let me stay." ”

An Ning looked at An Guoping's fingers, nodded seriously and said, "Don't worry, I never missed drawing drawings." “

An Guoping nodded approvingly, my sister is really powerful.

An Guoping was relieved.

An Ning took the big scissors, clicked twice, and moved the scissors, which seemed to be a little astringent.

There shouldn't be much to do.

An Ning stared at An Guoping's head, and accurately divided the area for it in his heart.

Dry this piece first, then dry that piece. No problem, let's go.

An Ning took the scissors and started cutting from the back of An Guoping's head.

"Click——-

After the scissors went down, An Ning's mouth cracked a little.

It seems....cut a little shorter.

It's okay, the next scissors are definitely right.

An Ning will not have a specific method, it is really a pair of scissors in the east and a pair of scissors in the west.

An Guoping, who was sitting on the bench, grinned with his teeth cut.

That big scissors, it sticks to the hair.

Several times, he kept cutting a few hairs and got stuck in them, and An Guoping only felt that his scalp was dancing with it.

However, when he thought that he didn't have to be like a boiled egg this year, An Guoping felt that there was nothing he couldn't bear.

In the kitchen of An's house, two groups cut their hair.

An Guoming stood in the middle, looked left and looked again.

Sooner or later, he decided to find a good shear.

When Lin Cuihua finished cutting, An Guoming made a decision.

He smiled at Lin Cuihua with a hippie smile.

"Mom, is it my turn? I've been waiting for a long time. ”

Lin Cuihua glanced at An Guoming, and by the way, glanced at An Ning's side.

"Come on."

An Guoping, who was on the other side, witnessed An Guoming sitting on Lin Cuihua's side, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

His second brother, except for the fight, really nothing will suffer?

That own head.......

"Okay, let's take a look."

An Ning finished cutting.

An Guoping couldn't wait to take off the torn clothes around his neck and find the hand-held round mirror at home.

He froze.

What can I say about this level.

An Guoping felt that even if he let the big outside give him two bites, it would probably look better than now.

The hairstyle on his head is like that of the Buddha.

It's just that people's heads are smooth and round, and his head is small pits of different heights.

(End of chapter)