Jiang Xinyu took Chen Xiuyun back to her home.

Chen Xiuyun and Wang Sumei met, and the two of them had endless words.

I haven't seen her for half a year, Wang Sumei's current appearance flashed Chen Xiuyun's eyes, and Jiang Xinyu's eyes, who hadn't seen each other for two days.

Jiang Yuzhu said that Zhou Qi's mother had a hot head, and when she came back, her mother-in-law was also hot on her head.

But fortunately, the permed hairstyle is not an instant noodle that makes every woman look a few years older.

Wang Sumei's hair has always been kept below the shoulders, and her hair is curled around her neck after being permed.

What to say, her mother-in-law's appearance doesn't look neat and ugly before, but Jiang Xinyu can't appreciate this kind of beauty.

"That barber has good skills, tomorrow Xinyu and Xiuyun will go together to fix one, and the New Year is coming soon, so you should have a new image." The new year will be new, and the coming year will be prosperous. ”

Chen Xiuyun was amused by her, and felt that although Wang Sumei's appearance had changed, she was essentially the same Wang Sumei as before.

Jiang Xinyu took out two plastic pearl hairpins from the house, pinned one to her mother-in-law's ear, and collected the curly hair that spread to both sides.

It looks so much more pleasing to the eye after receiving it.

Chen Xiuyun nodded: "It's so small, but it's also good-looking." ”

Wang Sumei picked up the mirror and looked at it, and said happily: "Xinyu's eyes are good, tomorrow you will all go to burn one, the master's craftsmanship is good." ”

Chen Xiuyun knows what life Wang Sumei lived in the past, how much she had to save in the past, and how much she would spend money to clean up after herself now, which shows how good her family's life is.

Chen Xiuyun came to her daughter's house to play, seeing that her daughter's house even had a car, listening to the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and knowing that the dried fruit shop had opened a branch, she was also happy for her daughter.

Jiang Xinyu, the house where Chen Xiuyun lived, had already been cleaned up, and Wang Sumei added a wardrobe and a sofa chair to it, and it was like that.

In the evening, Jiang Xinyu gave Chen Xiuyun a foot wash, and took out the hundreds of yuan given by Zhou Shunyi from her pocket.

"Mom, you have also seen, what kind of life we are living now, you collect this money yourself, in addition to these hundreds, I want to add some more money to you, my remuneration is more than 4,000 yuan this year, I will give you money, and my mother-in-law will not say anything."

Wang Sumei took the running passbook in the store, and Chen Yi's money was not in the same account, so it can be said that the majority of the family's money is in her hands.

She is now in charge of the affairs of the store, that is, she checks the accounts every month, and if her mother-in-law asks her opinion on something, the two of them will discuss it together.

It can be said that in terms of money, her mother-in-law is very relieved of her, and she feels that she should take care of the family's money.

"You have all the money I gave you at the bottom of the box, and when you can buy a house in the future, you will buy a house and record it in your name."

Chen Xiuyun didn't know what to say, but this time she didn't refuse the money she handed over.

"What the hell is going on with you and Ogawa? You're an adult, he's still a half-grown child, and if he messes with you, don't bother with him. ”

Jiang Xinyu pretended to be stupid and shook her head: "It's nothing, I just think he is not as likable as before." ”

When her mother came, Jiang Xinyu took her to the mall and buy clothes the next day, and when she finished eating at noon, under the strong recommendation of her mother-in-law, the three of them went to the barber shop together.

The barber still remembered Wang Sumei, and when she saw that she had brought guests to herself, her face smiled like a chrysanthemum.

There are too many people who perm and dye their hair, Chen Xiuyun watched the women who permed their hair look at thirty-five when they come, and after the perm becomes forty, the hairstyle seems to be wholesale, exactly the same as on Wang Sumei's head.

Jiang Xinyu is also a little dizzy, this is the good craftsmanship in her mother-in-law's mouth? She seriously suspected that this master would only burn one kind.

When it was Chen Xiuyun's turn, Chen Xiuyun was also afraid that she would be a few years old out of thin air, so she only cut her hair short, and she resolutely did not perm whatever the master and Wang Sumei said.

Jiang Xinyu wanted to change her hairstyle, so she drew her expected hairstyle on paper and showed it to the master, and explained it again.

The master nodded again and again: "I know, don't roll small, want big rolls, big waves." ”

Jiang Xinyu: "If the top is not hot, just burn the middle and bottom, don't roll it too much, just like what I painted." ”

The master patted his chest and promised to make exactly the same thing as she asked.

Two and a half hours later, the hair was made.

Looking at the hairstyle in the mirror, Jiang Xinyu couldn't laugh.

Chen Xiuyun and Wang Sumei nodded again and again, "It's good-looking, the master's craftsmanship is really good." ”

There are also female customers who are sitting and waiting, and they say that they want to burn Jiang Xinyu like this.

The master smiled from ear to ear, feeling like he had unlocked a new signature hairstyle.

The gap between the hairstyle permed by the master and Jiang Xinyu's desire was a bit big, she just wanted to gently curl the middle and second half of her hair, but the result was curly from the position below the eyes, and the hair was parted in the middle and scattered to both sides in a curly manner.

Twenty-two before the hairstyle, thirty seconds after the hairstyle, several years of maturity out of thin air.

Sure enough, no one could come out of the barbershop with a smile.

She thinks that her hairstyle is old, but the return rate is very high when she walks on the street, her mother and mother-in-law feel that the foreign style is not good, and Jiang Yan's little pony also says that it looks good.

When I got home, I found a dark shadow standing at the gate of the courtyard, and the headlights were beaten, Chen Xiuyun said suspiciously: "Why do I look like Song Zhikun?" ”

When I got out of the car, I saw someone and found that it was really him.

Song Zhikun's hands were red from the cold, and there were two bottles of Moutai at his feet.

"I arrived in the morning, and I went to Huaqing to find out where your house is."

Wang Sumei hurriedly opened the door, "You've been waiting for a long time, come in quickly." ”

Waiting for the stove to make a fire, Song Zhikun took hot tea around the fire and said to Chen Xiuyun: "I have to thank my aunt, if it weren't for you, my daughter would have been lost." ”

After a greeting, Song Zhikun said the main purpose of this visit: "Auntie, it's a letter from Chen Zhengyu to you, I didn't find Zhang Ling when I went to Yangcheng this time, I want to find Jiang Baoqin and ask her about Zhang Ling's situation." ”

His eyes were full of bloodshots, "If Zhang Ling doesn't catch her for a day, I won't be able to feel at ease for a day." ”

Zhang Ling is a big tumor, Jiang Xinyu also has children, and she is also worried that the madman's revenge will be pervasive and ignorant.

It's a pity that now there is no ID card and no monitoring everywhere, what is the difference between her hiding and looking for her again, and looking for a needle in a haystack?

Wang Sumei stir-fried the vegetables and said, "It was Chen Zhengyu's kid who told me, but he didn't tell me what happened to Jiang Baoqin." ”

Chen Xiuyun: "Tomorrow I will go to the post office, I will call the phone booth on the street of my eldest brother's house, I should be able to contact him, you go with me and ask him well." ”

Song Zhikun nodded, he was ruthless in his heart, if he didn't take Zhang Ling back, he wouldn't go home.

After eating, Song Zhikun stayed in the house where Song Yahui used to be, and went to the post office with Chen Xiuyun the next morning.

The first time I got on the phone, I had to ask the operator to help call someone.

The operator asked for the address and asked them to call again tomorrow.

I receive a bunch of phone calls every day, and the operator is also very busy, and I can't wait to conjure up several clones to help people pass the word.

The next morning, it can be regarded as a phone call with Chen Zhengyu.