When she first entered the photo studio, Xiao Ya had beautiful black hair, waist-length hair, and two handful of Korean-style figure-of-eight bangs, which were blown open and perfectly modified Xiaoya's face shape. At this time, I remembered a BGM in my head, "Long hair and black eyes, as if I have seen you somewhere·········" Stop, stop, stop. Xiaoya likes to wear a white long skirt, with pink mid-heeled shoes, once Xiaoya cleaned her small electric stove after a certain Ma aftermarket, she stood there, wearing a white dress, a jet-black hair, a gust of wind in the summer, her white skirt fluttered with the wind, reflecting her slightly chubby but bumpy figure, her hair also danced in the wind, and the fragrance of her hair fluttered in the wind.

However, such a property does not seem to be very suitable for working in such a place.

Xiaoya thought about it for a long time and came to the barbershop. A new place, a new life, naturally with a new hairstylist.

Name: To

y Zheng

Gender: Male

Marital status: Married (with ring on the ring finger of the left hand)

To

y Zheng "Hello, how do you need to cut. ”

Xiaoya: "I want to cut my hair short, I want to look very energetic and capable, and when I tie it up, it's best to stand it up high. ”^_^

To

y Zheng "Leave it to me"

Xiaoya washed her hair and walked down from the second floor, To

y Zheng is already waiting for her. Xiaoya looked at To

Y Zheng cut her hair short with a knife, and they rarely communicated in the process, and both of them were engrossed in watching the slowly decreasing hair. One knife at a time, Xiaoya's heart was like a knife. But Xiaoya knew that she didn't have a choice, but it was also for the sake of having a choice in the future. For a period of time, her performance has been okay, but I can't find out why the master always has a black face every time he sees her, and if you think about it, it's probably because she is not dressed very decently.

To

y Zheng stabbed and fell, and in a trance, Xiaoya saw his tightly knit brows, and there seemed to be a kind of convention in the dark.

"Alright."

Xiaoya looked at herself in the mirror and endured to make an OK gesture.

"When you go back to tie the ponytail, comb your hair and brush it up with your hands, don't use your hair comb, after you tie it, it will have a bit of a fluffy effect if you pull the hair in front of you"

"Okay."

After paying the bill, Xiaoya walked out of the barbershop in a depressed mood. To

Y Zheng then continued his intense work.

The intense work since the beginning of the summer, the ups and downs of her emotions, the physical discomfort, and today's haircut made Xiaoya's emotions almost out of control, and she finally couldn't help it when she got home······