Meng Yan's Transformation

Zhan Yingying lowered her head, as if she was thinking about something.

"Cousin, if you have any questions, just tell me. I won't think too much about it or blame you. Just ask boldly."

When Yundafeng spoke, she looked at Zhan Yingying who seemed to be thinking about something, as if she still had many questions in her mind.

"Cousin, you said that Liu Wei dated several girls but was not attracted to any of them. If he dated me, would he be attracted to any of them? And will his childhood sweetheart, Wang Xifeng, come back to get back together with him?"

As Zhan Yingying spoke, her face turned red with shyness.

"Oh, my cousin, why are you so unconfident? Don't you look in the mirror? How many people can resist your beauty? I am a woman and I was amazed by you when I first saw you, and I can't get enough of you even now. Although Liu Wei is a "royal relative", based on your looks, you are the only one who can choose him. As for Liu Wei's first love Wang Xifeng, even if she wants to get back together with Liu Wei, it is absolutely impossible - she can't even get past the village head's wife, who is very proud. The wife of the village chief, Wang Xifeng, had originally treated her as her future daughter-in-law and loved her like a daughter. But Wang Xifeng cheated on her and her son, bringing shame to the village chief's family. She was so angry that she wanted to find Wang Xifeng for revenge several times, but was stopped by Liu Wei. Liu Wei also promised his mother that a good horse never turns back. He would never contact Wang Xifeng again. Wang Xifeng had hurt the village chief's family so much that she had no hope of getting back together. "

Yundafeng was extremely happy when she talked about Zhan Yingying's beauty, and she was gnashing her teeth in hatred when she talked about Wang Xifeng's betrayal.

"Chuck... cluck..."

Zhan Yingying was amused by Yundafeng's rich facial expressions and started to giggle.

"Cousin, are you exaggerating? You really have a clear distinction between love and hate. You're making me laugh to death... hehe..."

While Zhan Yingying was talking, she was still giggling.

"Zhan Yingying, be serious. We're at the barber shop. Go back to the shop. There are no customers. Think about it. I'll go home and wait for your reply."

As Yundafeng spoke, she walked straight home.

Zhan Yingying stopped laughing, opened the locked door and entered the barber shop.

The mirror on the wall of the barber shop reflected Zhan Yingying's pretty face - a pair of bright eyes, clear and bright as stars. I don't know what she was thinking about. She smiled excitedly at herself, her eyes curved like crescents, as if her spirit was overflowing. Between her frowns and smiles, her noble look was naturally revealed...

The 18-year-old girl is like the morning sunshine, soft and fresh, with a hint of youthfulness and innocence in her smile.

Her face is like a bright star, shining in the night sky; her beauty is like a moving poem, awakening the dreams hidden deep in people's hearts; her beauty is like the morning dew, pure and lively, making people yearn for her...

Just as Zhan Yingying was admiring herself in the mirror, a customer pushed the door open.

Zhan Yingying shuddered with fear, but soon calmed down: "Yinghuan, please come, would you like a haircut or a shave?"

"Miss Yingying, why don't you recognize me? I just came here a few days ago to get a haircut and shave."

The person who came was none other than Zheng Fuhai who had been here a few days ago. He was in his fifties and had a beard. He looked very majestic, but spoke very gently.

"Haha, I remember now. You are Uncle Zheng. One day, when my third cousin was shaving half of your face, he came over for something and asked me to shave the other half. At that time, you were not very willing to let me shave you, and said to my third cousin: Lao Han, what's the urgent matter? Shave my face first and then go do your business. Let the girl shave my face, be careful that my hard stubble may prick the girl's hand... My third cousin left without listening to you. I shaved your face, and when I shaved to your ear, you fell asleep..."

As Zhan Yingying spoke, she giggled, and the sound of her laughter was like a silver bell blown by the wind, making a clear and ear-catching sound.

"At that time, I thought you were a little girl who didn't know how to shave, and I was worried that you would leave some red marks on my face with the razor. I explained my hard beard to you in the hope that you would give up. I didn't expect that your shaving skills were so good that it made Miss Yingying feel like she was bathed in spring breeze when she shaved her face. It was very comfortable and relaxed her body and mind... Today I will just have a simple haircut, cut off a little, my hair is not long, and when people get old, their beards grow faster than their hair. Today, just focus on shaving my face."

Zheng Fuhai said this as he sat in the barber chair.

Zhan Yingying wrapped a white sheet around Zheng Fuhai's chest, clipped and washed, then rocked down the chair and used a small brown brush to apply white soap foam on Zheng Fuhai's face. She then applied a hot towel for about two or three minutes, removed the towel, and applied white soap foam again.

Zhan Yingying picked up the folded razor, rubbed it up and down on a long, shiny leather strip, and then gently cut Zheng Fuhai's temples. The blade slid down his forehead, and a faint "swish" sound rang beside his ears. At this time, Zheng Fuhai squinted his eyes and listened quietly, as if intoxicated by the music; after a while, the "swish" sound faded away, and he felt the blade moving between his forehead and nose wings again; as the earlobe was lifted, the blade entered the bottom of the ear, gusts of breeze blew past, and his brows suddenly became clear.

Zhan Yingying gently patted Zheng Fuhai on the shoulder. Zheng Fuhai woke up from his dream and walked into the mirror again. He was surprised to see his younger self.