C16 Haircut

Upon entering the barber's shop, the waitress was a young and beautiful lady. She greeted them warmly and in a sweet voice, "Sir, is Miss a barber? May I ask if it's one or two? "

It wasn't that Fan Shuang hated these people who pretended to smile, but it was obvious. What are you doing with your hair cut? Don't tell me you're being so nice to passers-by.

The younger sister smiled and replied, "Are there empty spots now?" The waiter smiled amiably and said, "Yes, please come in!"

Fan Shuang entered the barbershop and casually took a look at the environment. The decorations seemed quite comfortable, as there were two basins of rich bamboo, each as tall as a person, decorated with decorations that made people feel relaxed and happy. The air conditioning was adjusted to 24 degrees Celsius, which was very suitable for people to enjoy, giving every customer a warm and cozy feeling, as if they were at home.

Fan Shuang thought that since her sister wanted to fix her hair, it would be better for her to stand in the reception hall and blow the air conditioner since she had nothing to do.

The younger sister turned her head and saw that Fan Shuang was like a stranger she did not know. She glared at him and shouted, "Are you here to enjoy the cool? We agreed to come together to get our hair cut, even if there's nothing else, please help me to advise. "

Fan Shuang stammered, "You really want me to..." Seeing that his younger sister was unhappy, he decided to follow her wishes. Otherwise, why would he come out today?

The waiter felt that Fan Shuang and his sister's actions were laughable. He was also afraid that the customers would be stingy, so he covered his mouth and secretly laughed, causing Fan Shuang to feel extremely embarrassed.

Under the guidance of the waiter, sister first found a sofa to sit on. Fan Shuang still did not understand what she meant as she stood at a distance to watch her do her hair. At this moment, an unconventional male student with dyed golden hair came up behind her and asked with a warm smile, "May I ask if you are doing a perm or a haircut, or just nursing?"

She stood behind the Barber, looking at him in the mirror. "I'll be the nurse," she said coldly, frowning. "Make arrangements. A thoughtful barber will give him a proper haircut."

Fan Shuang thought he had nothing to do and did not want his sister to cut her hair was fake. Actually, it was more realistic to want to help him regain his confidence. Fan Shuang's pained face looked extremely unwilling. He waved his hand and said, "There's no need. My hairstyle is pretty good, right?"

The Barber was understanding. "We have no choice but to comply with your wishes and choices, mister."

Her bitter face made Fan Shuang feel a chill in his guts. He only heard her say, "Whether the Barber is good or not, even the best barber in the world can't do his own haircut or design his own hair. Uncle, are you really going to act as a literary model? Are you going to be a decadent artist all day?"

Fan Shuang was choked with sobs. She had no choice but to sit upright in an empty seat away from him. Another young lady, who seemed lively and youthful, walked over and asked in a loud voice, "Sir, your niece is doing this for your own good. Your hairstyle and hair qualities are very bad."

Fan Shuang felt goosebumps all over her body. For such a flirtatious girl, it wasn't from the bottom of her heart, but rather that they were wearing masks to please customers or to attract business, but she was afraid that her sister would say that she had more things to do than a woman, so she could only bear with it. The environment was cool, but she was nervous and her hands were sweating.

Sister heard this from afar and immediately replied, "I called him uncle, not his niece. We …" For a moment of shyness, it was inconvenient for her to finish what she was about to say. Fan Shuang's head and neck were stiff, and he did not notice his sister's current expression.

He then heard apologizing, "Oh, I'm sorry. So this mister and missus are actually lovers. I'm sorry." He quickly changed his words. He really knew how to talk and read people's minds.

On the other hand, her little sister was elated, as if she had eaten honey. Fan Shuang's face was burning, and her ears were burning. She denied, "It's not like what you said, Miss. We are just friends."

"Alright, friend. Since we're friends, why are you being shy? This little girl is very concerned about you. Why don't you cut her hair? It's not like she's on the guillotine, just treat it as enjoying life!" Her mouth was sweet, and her words were pleasant to listen to. Even Fan Shuang could not refute her words. In order not to leave her sister cold, she could only sit on the barber's chair.

This "impressionable idea" really catered to the mentality of the customers. It would select a handsome young male hairdresser for females and an enthusiastic female hairdresser for males. Fan Shuang could not help but think to himself, "Isn't the era becoming too unrestrained and unrestrained? "In order to make money, the Shang family really agreed to do it. They could not do it, but could not think of it."

The female hairdresser fiddled with Fan Shuang's hair, shaking her head with a bitter expression. She said softly to Fan Shuang, "Sir, why don't you wash your hair first and then design a new hairstyle for you."

Since Fan Shuang was here to consume, he should listen to the Barber's opinions and stand up straight. Then, the Barber politely made a gesture of invitation, leading him to the shampoos.

The man who washed his hair felt less nervous and repressed. He took a deep breath to show that he was more at ease.

Lying on the couch, the shampoos washed his hair and chatted with him to keep the atmosphere from sinking, "Sir, your niece cares a lot about you. May I ask how old you are this year?"

He did learn it well, but what about Geng? Wasn't it just how old? Fan Shuang replied angrily, "I'm 27 years old this year, 28 years old …"

"I'm sorry, sir. I thought …"

"Why do you think? I'm almost in my thirties. Next, should I ask if there is a family, if there isn't a child, let me be straightforward, I don't have a girlfriend, but do you have the heart to marry me? Save it. "

The shampoo was shocked. He asked doubtfully, "I'm sorry sir, we were mistaken. What you said was not needed for us outsiders to interrupt. The lady outside was not your niece. I am truly sorry."

Fan Shuang was indignant and unhappy as he tried to explain, "We are just ordinary friends with no relationship whatsoever. Please don't make wild guesses, alright?" This is not good for a young lady's reputation! "

The shampoo did not dare to speak anymore, afraid that Fan Shuang would lose his temper. He earnestly helped to wash Fan Shuang's hair.

After washing his hair, he switched over to the female Barber. His sister had already finished her hair, and was sitting on a nearby seat, leisurely reading a magazine. Fan Shuang was filled with suspicion.

"Didn't you do the hair care? "How come you're so fast and have a Bohemian hairstyle? Really …" Fan Shuang saw her combing a small braid across her forehead. Although he did not usually appear, he still had some understanding of fashion.

"It's really pretty, isn't it? They all said my hair was very good and it was a pity I cut it, so I had an Athenaeum haircut. "

"Eh …" Fan Shuang wanted to say something but hesitated. Athena was an ancient Greek goddess of wisdom, and this little girl really dared to think about it. But who told her to have an innate beauty and long black hair?

When the female hairdresser behind him was ready to demonstrate her skills, Fan Shuang said on a whim, "Why don't we hire a man to argue with me?" I'm sorry, lady. "

The female Barber was baffled, but for the sake of the customer's satisfaction, she looked at her younger sister with wide eyes and a smile. "This uncle has a strange personality. He's not used to doing haircuts, so I'll ask you guys to change to another one. Have a good rest too."

What else could the hairdresser say? He was probably thinking, "Don't tell me this guy is gay or something?" What kind of era was this? There was actually such an old custom that men and women shouldn't get too close to each other. It was unknown whether it was just an old-fashioned idea or an unaccustomed one.

The male barber who had cut her hair came over and volunteered to take the scissors and comb from the female barber. "Go ahead," he said soothingly. "I'll handle the rest."

Fan Shuang had changed into a barber. Her mood relaxed a lot, and she no longer peeked around. The barber behind her asked, "Sir, what do you plan to do with your hair?"

Sister Yi did not wait for Fan Shuang to reply and teased, "This uncle is suitable to be a monk, he does not have a woman's beauty or emotions. Why not shave her and settle it once and for all?"

Fan Shuang asked in surprise, "Why do you need to shave yourself?" It's ugly to shave. "

"Outgoing, doesn't that save you a lot of trouble?"

Fan Shuang said unhappily, "What kind of joke is this? Are you trying to take liberties with me? Look at your magazine, don't mess with it. "

"Alright, I am responsible for designing hairstyles with the customers. According to the customer's hairstyle and hair quality requirements, I will create a hairstyle that is most suitable for you. This young lady here is deliberately teasing you, don't take it seriously."

Only then did Fan Shuang feel more at ease, nodding woodenly.

The Barber took care to arrange his hair carefully for him. "You have a family, don't you?" he asked kindly.

Fan Shuang replied patiently and indifferently, "No, why is it that everyone likes to ask me this question? Can I ask you something else?"

"Okay, so how old are you and what do you do? "Why is it that your hair is very oily, very coarse, and has a yellow bifurcation, but it's just too thick, making you look ten years older than your actual age."

It was not because he did not want to start a family as soon as possible, but because of the fierce competition in society and the cruel reality that made him extremely cautious. He sighed and said, "There's nothing I can do, I'm just a freelance writer with no future prospects. Naturally, no girl will like me, and no one can even understand me."

The younger sister said resentfully, "Is there something wrong with your heart? It's all because of society and reality. Uncle, let's open it up a bit more, why be so pessimistic. You have to take care of it yourself, it's full of vigor and vitality. "

Fan Shuang seemed to understand his painstaking efforts. She said, "That's why you wanted to use hairdressing as an excuse to help me regain some confidence. It's no use. You don't understand the difficulties I'm having, so it's better to save your energy and focus on your work."

Sis was speechless.

The Barber smiled. "I can tell this girl is interested in you. Do you want to miss out on such a good girl?"

Fan Shuang reverted back to his cold and heartless personality. He said coldly, "Shut up. No one needs to concern themselves with my matters."

She was afraid that the barber would become a punching bag, so she kept explaining, "Don't take it to heart. Writers all have a weird temper, so …"

"He … Is it a writer? " The barber pointed at Fan Shuang in disbelief.

Sister gave a slight smile and said complacently: "Yes, the kind of person who stays in his room all day and doesn't show his code name. I don't know if he's really heading to the great god of the internet."

Fan Shuang felt somewhat ashamed to hear such flattery. When the Barber asked him what kind of novel he was writing, what type, how many words he updated every day, and so on, Fan Shuang found it difficult to answer.

Her sister explained to him that she was wondering how she knew so many things, and that she had rarely mentioned her writing to anyone, which was something she didn't want to divulge to anyone, but she and the barber talked so much, it was as if it had nothing to do with Fan Shuang, it made him feel ignored, abandoned, and he didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

Fan Shuang felt that this simple haircut at most lasted for less than half an hour. Who knew that the barber and his sister were conversing with each other as if there was no one else around, or that he was using his time to talk with other customers, which was all wasted time. Unknowingly, it took him about an hour before he could see through his own hair.

The younger sister praised him in surprise, "This is what a young man should be like. If …"

Fan Shuang was barely satisfied with his broken hair, but it was much more spirited than before, much younger. It seemed like he did not waste the last hour or so, so he asked doubtfully, "If what?" is it to say that it would be better if I cleaned up my face? "

"Eh!? How do you know? You actually know what other people are thinking. Uncle Fan is indeed not simple! " Sister Yi sneered.

Fan Shuang laughed complacently. "If I don't even know what you are thinking, how can I describe the feelings of a person who drew?"

The Barber interjected, "Uncle Fan, it's very popular to have a loli like uncle now. It seems like there's something in him, he's cultured and has some background. Uncle is more popular, no wonder …"

Fan Shuang rolled his eyes at him, while his sister pretended to be angry. Even if the Barber didn't know much about the affairs of the world, he could tell that the two of them preferred to maintain their current situation, rather than expose each other.

After he finished his hair, Fan Shuang prepared to take out the money from his bag to pay the bill. The cashier said that he had paid the bill, and Fan Shuang looked at her sister suspiciously. Fan Shuang knew very well in his heart that his sister must have taken advantage of him while he was washing his hair to rush to pay the money. This feeling of loss had deeply touched his humble yet forceful pride.

Fan Shuang was dismayed. She and Fan Shuang walked out of the sliding door of the "Creative Impressions" and out onto the street. The scorching sun seemed to be even hotter than before.