Soon Han Jimei discovered how outrageous his brain supplement was.

Of course, Chu Mad would not write the kind of plot of irony for the sake of irony.

[In this not wealthy family, there are two things that are most precious, one is the gold watch handed down by Mr. A for three generations, and the other is Della's hair. If a rich and beautiful woman lived in an apartment across the patio, Mrs. A would one day hang her hair out the window to dry, dwarfing that lady's jewels and gifts. If a rich man piles all his wealth in the basement, Mr. A will take out his gold watch every time he passes by and look at it, so that the other man will be jealous and glare. 】

It's a very special way of expressing it.

Because Lanxing does not have an English-to-Chinese tone, the first time she saw this kind of textual expression, Han Jimei felt that she was embarrassed, but she actually felt a strong sense of interest.

Well, Han Jimei already knew that Mrs. A was planning to sell her hair.

It was a difficult decision because it was what Mrs. A loved and was proud of.

Her beautiful hair was scattered over her body, like a small black waterfall, rushing and shining.

Her hair hung down to her knees, as if she had been dressed in a garment.

She nervously brushed her hair back again.

She hesitated for a moment, standing quietly, a tear or two splashing down the shabby red carpet. 】

The more the text describes how beautiful Mrs. A's hair is,

Han Jimei can feel this woman's reluctance and bitterness.

But the woman finally sold her once-proud hair, and successfully obtained twenty yuan in exchange.

And the gift she bought was a white strap, worth twenty-three yuan, which was a huge gain after she bargained with her boss for half an hour.

Returning home with the only eight cents left on her body, Mrs. A was overjoyed.

Originally......

[Although the gentleman's watch is luxurious, because he only uses an old leather belt instead of the bracelet, he sometimes only glances at it secretly.] 】

When she got home, she looked in the mirror repeatedly.

With short hair, she was bandaged, like a schoolboy skipping class.

That's when she started to worry.

Sir is going to be angry, right?

You're going to scold me, right?

After all, he has praised his hair countless times, and without long hair, is he still so beautiful in his heart?

She's worried.

Seeing this, Han Jimei couldn't help but feel sorry for this woman.

If there was a Tang Dynasty in this world, Han Jimei would definitely think of the saying that "poor couples mourn everything", and then worry about it.

But what should come will always come.

The story is still from Mrs. A's point of view:

[The door opens, and her husband walks in and closes the door casually.] He was skinny and very serious. Poor man, he was only twenty-two years old - he had taken up the burden of the family! he needed a new coat, not even gloves. 】

She really loves her husband.

It's not that Chu Mad has been using words to describe how sincere her love is, but the many emotions that can be seen through the details between the lines.

Will the gentleman be angry?

Han Jimei was a little afraid to look down, but she finally continued to watch:

"Have you cut off your hair?" asked the gentleman, as if he had not yet made sense of the obvious, after racking his brains. 】

Is that angry?

Han Jimei, like Mrs. A, is curious about Mr. Yu's psychology at the moment, she doesn't know if the next moment will be a big slap in the face-

Scumbags do that!

If so, she won't easily read Chu Mad novels in the future.

"Not only did they cut it, but they sold it. Mrs. A asked, "Anyway, do you still like me the same?, even though I don't have my hair, I'm still me, aren't you?"

She was cautious to the point of being a little humble.

At this point, the story has come to an end.

Han Jimei couldn't figure out how this story would end until she saw the next text:

[The gentleman pulls out a bag of things from his coat pocket and throws it on the table.]

"Don't get me wrong, my dear. He said, "Whether it's cutting my hair, trimming my face, or washing my hair, my love for my girl will never diminish." But just open that bag and you'll see why you made me stunned. ”

The white fingers quickly tore through the rope and the wrapper. Then came a cry of ecstasy, and then, oops, suddenly turned into a woman's nervous tears and cries, which immediately required the owner of the apartment to do everything he could to comfort her. 】

It's a comb!

In front of him, what the gentleman took out, was the set of combs inserted in his hair—

A full set of hair combs, for the temples and for the back, you name it;

It was in a shop window on the busiest street far from the apartment, and Mrs. A had longed for something for a long time, but it was too expensive, and she was reluctant to buy it, and she had no money to buy it.

It's made of pure tortoiseshell!

To match Mrs. A's lost hair, the color is really no more suitable.

Madame knew that this set of hairbrushes was very valuable, and she had been fascinated for a long time, but she never had any hope of possessing it. Now it was hers, but the hair that wore the longed-for ornaments was gone.

“......”

Han Jimei's mouth opened wide.

She couldn't describe how she was feeling at the moment.

However, the text truthfully restores Mrs. A's mood with details: [She held this set of hair combs in her arms, and after a long time, she was able to raise her misty teary eyes and say to Mr. with a smile: "My hair grows fast!"]

Then Mrs. A took out the strap.

She looked at her husband expectantly and said, "Is it pretty, Jim? Now you have to look at your watch hundreds of times a day. Give me your watch, and I'll see what it looks like on it. ”】

Han Jimei smiled.

Although Mrs. A sold her hair, Mr. did not get angry, but sighed that the comb had temporarily lost its usefulness—

That's nice.

The story ends like this, which is really full of beautiful imagery, and people almost can't help but want to fall in love, even though Han Jimi is a married woman.

Took a sip of tea.

Han Jimei looked at the last paragraph, she thought it would be a summary text, and short stories like to make a summary at the end.

For example, "This is a beautiful love" or something?

Seeing the next paragraph, the tea in her mouth almost sprayed onto the magazine:

[The gentleman did not do what she said.]

He just collapsed on the couch, put his hands on his head and laughed: "We put the Christmas gifts aside for the time being, they are so good, it would be a pity to use them now - I sold my gold watch and bought your hair comb for money." ”】

This is where the story comes to an abrupt end.

At this moment, Han Jimei was dumbfounded.