"Borrow a comb?"

It's still the same silver bell of laughter, or the face that makes him see two shallow dimples, but he's no longer so natural. After two days of rest, it was the first time he walked out of the door of the unit, and it was also the first time he saw her again. I don't know why he let his footsteps get here.

It was afternoon work time, the weather was nice, but there was no one in the store.

"I'm here to cut my hair today."

"How to fix it?"

"No, it's scissors."

"Ahh Mengyun's strangeness was not strange, because after saying this, he himself was wondering, cutting some long hair that he could keep, he had never thought about it, not even the moment he walked into the hair salon, but he said it. He quickly gave himself another reason: "I want to be refreshed." ”

"How do you cut it?"

"Keep your hair short, you look done."

Wrap him in a cloth and tie it tightly. Mengyun asked him softly, "Are your hands better?" ”

"It's nothing anymore."

Watching strands of hair fall to the ground in front of his eyes, listening to the sound of scissors, but there was silence between them.

After washing his hair, he looked at his face in the mirror, looking a little thin, but a lot more energetic.

"You should have cut it a long time ago," Mengyun said.

"Hey, maybe!"

At this time, a customer came in, and he didn't know what else to say. With a hurried farewell, she walked out of the hair salon.

Back in the dormitory, he took the toiletries and went to the bathhouse, cleaned himself thoroughly, and felt much more relaxed. Then he returned to the dormitory, sat in front of the window again, looked at the lonely old tree in the distance, but did not feel the same as before, he found for the first time that the view outside the window was so open, the old tree was only a very small view in his field of vision. He took out the book of "Caprice Records" in the drawer, held the pen and wrote the word "Butterfly" in the blank space, and wrote on the paper quickly with his hand: Flying over is silent, beautiful, colorful spots are dazzling lights, little by little, impacting the clouds, changing and staying, even if it is a short tentacle, it also affects the heart waves, and follows you in the sun.

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Just after seven o'clock, he wore black civilian clothes and walked into the "Mengyun" hair salon, where there were four or five people sitting, and one of them was paying for his haircut.

"Well, I'm sorry guys. It's closing today, so please be early tomorrow. ”

People looked at him in some surprise, and then at Mengyun. What can be seen is that he is closing the open windows one by one, and Mengyun is silent and does not speak, just lowers his head and fiddles with her tools.

No matter how stupid people are, they all laugh and leave with a joke. After all, his personality is known to many people around here, and when he decides, it is rare to change.

He smiled and said sorry to the smiling face. When everyone went out, he closed the door and said to Mengyun, who was sitting in front of the mirror without saying a word, "I'm waiting for you."

There was a brief silence that I didn't know if Mengyun was thinking or struggling, but whatever it was, she stood up. Say in a very small voice: "I'll go upstairs to change clothes, you wait for me".

He waited in the hair salon downstairs and looked at his somewhat immature looking face in the mirror, waiting.

Ten minutes later, the dream cloud came down. The dream cloud that appeared in front of him made him doubt his eyes. The long black hair is loosely tied behind her head by a dark purple silk scarf, the lilac small suit collar coat tightly outlines her charming body, the dark purple close-fitting long group makes the lines more bright, and the simple beauty of a few purple flowers on the white stockings in a pair of blue purple leather shoes under her feet, the whole person can no longer be described in a beautiful word in the purple romance, it is an elegant temperament.

"Is it pretty?" A purple light spun in front of him, drawing a beautiful fox line.

"I like it. Purple romance. He couldn't hide the passion in his heart.

He reached out and put his arm around Mengyun's thin waist, and Mengyun struggled, but Mengyun's struggle was useless in the crook of his strong arm. But just as he turned around to close the door when he went out, Mengyun escaped from his grasp. Running forward with a cheerful laughter, his surprise was blown away by the evening breeze.

He chased after him, trying to scratch her itch, Mengyun dodged him, but in the end he snuggled meekly in his arms, and his head rested gently on his shoulder.

On such a night, the slight night breeze, the street lamps that were not very bright, and the two but very clear figures. Maybe this road should go on like this, maybe the beauty of life is always the purest at the beginning.