leaving marks

After the phone call and returning to Wen Hao's restaurant, Song Wenran was still a little dazed.

Wen Hao was still lying on the counter and asked him, "What's the matter?"

Song Wenran shook his head. He had just walked to Wen Qian and sat down, then he stood up suddenly, and said, "I'll call my brother." After speaking, he picked up the phone again and hurried out.

Wen Wenyao was at work, took time to listen to Song Wenran's phone call, and said in silence, "You keep the money."

Song Wenran said, "The [-] yuan was given to you by your mother."

Wen Wenyao didn't forcefully answer that he didn't need it, he just said: "I don't need it for the time being, let's invest all in your Muay Thai classroom, shouldn't it be time to speed up the process?"

Song Wenran took a deep breath, "Yes, it can indeed be accelerated."

Wen Wenyao said: "In addition to the [-] yuan, you can rent the venue, decorate, hire people, and publicize. Then see how much money you need. I will continue to invest in you later, and I will take a cut."

Song Wenran always felt a little uneasy, "What if I lose money?"

Wen Wenyao said: "If you lose money, stop the loss in time. What else can you do? Investing in a business is always risky. People who don't have the mental ability to take risks may not make a lot of money in their entire lives."

Song Wenran said to him: "I think I may not be able to make a lot of money in this life."

Wen Wenyao sighed, "I didn't expect you at all, so be on the safe side, I'll help you take a look when I'm free."

Before he wanted to hang up the phone, Song Wenran said, "Brother, if there is a chance, would you like to go back with me to see your mother?"

Wen Wenyao didn't refuse outright, he just said: "Let's talk."

But Song Wenran could hear his tone loosen, so he said, "Okay, we'll talk about it later."

Wen Wenyao hung up the phone, feeling a little complicated. Sometimes he didn't want to meet because he had any resentment towards the other party, but because he felt embarrassed. He was like a stranger who insisted on showing the love between mother and child when they sat together. He couldn't feel the affection. I couldn't bear to let the other party down too much, so I might as well not see him.

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In addition to the extra 5 yuan from his mother, this money was originally the resettlement fee for Song Wenran’s discharge from the army. When he came out of the army, he might be able to do something else with this money, so he wouldn’t go to the school to be a security guard, of course. For many people, 10,000+ can’t do much, and it’s not enough to buy a house in a big city and pay a down payment.

But now it is a timely rain for him.

Song Wenran chose to have a look, and came back to discuss with Bai Chong and Wen Wenyao, and finally rented an office building in the south of the city. This was originally a yoga club. The scale and area were not large, but there were changing rooms and shower rooms. A lot of repair costs were paid.

There are subway stations and a large number of newly built communities near the office building, and the popularity is slowly gathering. It is said that a large commercial plaza will be built a few hundred meters ahead.Rent is not more expensive than downtown, but the outlook is good.

During the renovation, Song Wenran drove there every day. Anyway, Bai Chong's family's two private cars are parked and hardly used.Song Wenran drove Wen Qian to the kindergarten in the morning, then went to the decoration, and went to the kindergarten to pick Wen Qian up after school in the afternoon, and went home to have dinner together.

He is a hardworking person, and when the weather gets hotter in May, Song Wenran doesn't mind sweating profusely by staying with the workers, so he can eat a 12 yuan lunch box at noon.

Next door to the muay thai classroom is a hair studio.

There were banging noises during the decoration, and the hair stylists next door were not happy, so a young hair director came over and knocked on the door and said, "Can you please keep your voice down?"

Song Wenran was wearing a white shirt, his back was soaked with sweat, he turned around and said, "Sorry, let's finish before [-] o'clock this afternoon as soon as possible."

The hairstyle director's name is Zhou Jiajun, and his English name is Andy. Although he is already a director, he is only under 24 years old. He looked at Song Wenran, his straight shoulders, his narrow waist, and his white shirt soaked in sweat. The looming muscle lines immediately cleared his throat and said, "Handsome guy, it's really too noisy."

Song Wenran quickly apologized: "There is really no way, we are rushing to finish the decoration by the end of this month."

Andy walked in and looked around the room, "What are you planning to do? Open a gym?"

Song Wenran said: "Open a Muay Thai classroom."

"Muay Thai?" Andy's mouth grew big in an instant, "You are so good, handsome guy? What's your name?"

Song Wenran smiled at him, "My name is Song Wenran."

Andy held out a hand, "Hello, I'm Andy, the hair director of the studio next door."

Song Wenran had no choice but to hold his hand, "Hello, we will be neighbors from now on."

Andy said: "Yes, we can help each other a lot."

After chatting for a few words, Andy went back to the next door, and no one came to comment after that.

Song Wenran didn't take this matter too seriously, but at noon the next day, Andy came to him again and asked him to have lunch with him.

Song Wenran was stunned for a moment, and said, "No need, what an embarrassment, you are too polite."

Andy is thin and small, his hair is also dyed yellow, and he looks like he is malnourished. He said, "I made a lot of steamed dumplings, let's eat together."

Song Wenran wanted to refuse, but the other party was too enthusiastic, and he was not good at dealing with other people's enthusiasm, so he was finally persuaded to have lunch with Andy.

After passing the next door, Song Wenran realized that there were only two people in this hair studio. Besides Andy, the hairstyle director, there was also an assistant to the director, who was dedicated to helping customers wash their hair and do some auxiliary work.

Andy said that he didn't rent a shop, but posted group buying information on group buying websites, and spread word of mouth with customers to find him here.Every guest who comes needs to make an appointment with him on WeChat first, because there are not enough hair stylists, so they dare not receive many guests at the same time.

He has been working here for almost a year, and the business is very good up to now, almost every day is full.

Song Wenran was a little surprised, and asked: "Then your business is doing well now, don't you think about making it bigger?"

Andy dipped the steamed dumplings in vinegar and ate them. He said, "If you do that, you will have to hire people, and the quality will not be guaranteed at that time. Won't the word of mouth decline over time?"

Song Wenran felt that what he said was quite reasonable, but also felt that his income would always be very limited.

Andy said: "I'm just a hair stylist, not a businessman. I'd better do what I'm good at."

Song Wenran suddenly felt a little emotional, he nodded, "I also want to concentrate on being a coach, and doing business is too nerve-wracking for me."

Andy asked him strangely: "Then why don't you just find a gym or a club to be a coach?"

Song Wenran smiled, "Maybe you want to have your own studio, isn't it contradictory?"

Andy said: "It's not contradictory, just like me, it's not fun to work with others, and it's better to start doing it yourself." While talking, he looked at Song Wenran, poked the empty lunch box with chopsticks, and said, "Brother Ran, You're so handsome."

Song Wenran was a little shy for a moment. He smiled and stood up, "Thank you for lunch today, and I will treat you to lunch another day."

Andy nodded happily.

As a result, at noon the next day, Andy invited Song Wenran to have lunch together again.Song Wenran found an excuse and refused once.On the third day and the fourth day, Andy would appear here on time every day and invite Song Wenran to have lunch together.

Song Wenran wasn't sure if he was thinking too much.

On the fifth day, Song Wenran checked the time and left early before dinner, went to the convenience store downstairs to buy a boxed lunch, and turned on the air conditioner while eating.

After dinner, Song Wenran went back upstairs. As soon as footsteps sounded in the corridor, Andy poked his head out from his studio and said happily, "Are you back? Are you still waiting for your lunch?"

Song Wenran stopped immediately, and said uncomfortably, "I've already eaten."

Andy's smile disappeared quickly, he looked disappointed, and then forced a smile again, saying: "It's okay, let's do it next time."

At noon, the workers went to have lunch and rest.

Song Wenran returned to the renovation site, recalling Andy's expression just now, he felt a little uneasy, he squatted by the corner for a while, finally got up, went to the next door to find Andy.

Andy had already finished his lunch. His assistant was sleeping on a chair in the corner. He sat in front of the mirror and cut his nails. When he saw Song Wenran coming in, he immediately stood up.

Song Wenran said, "No business this afternoon?"

Andy warmly invited him to come in and sit down, "There was a client who had an appointment and canceled it temporarily, and wait to see if there are other guests."

Song Wenran walked to the chair next to him and sat down.

Andy looked at Song Wenran, and suddenly said, "Hey, brother, let me cut your hair."

Song Wenran raised his hand to touch his hair. His hair was indeed a bit long, but he was too lazy to trim it, so he hesitated and said, "Okay."

Andy asked him to sit down in front of the mirror, stroked his hair with his hands, looked at him and said, "Do you want to dye it?"

Song Wenran quickly refused, "No need."

Andy smiled, "What's the matter, it's just a change of color, people are so handsome, change a more energetic color, how about giving the people around you a little freshness?"

Hearing the people around him, Song Wenran suddenly thought of Bai Chong. In fact, he didn't care whether his hair was dyed or not. It was just that the army didn't allow it before, and he habitually didn't think about these things afterwards.

Hearing what Andy said now, when he looked in the mirror, he couldn't help thinking, would Bai Chong think he was old-fashioned and boring?I have always lived a rigid life, never thought about making any changes, and was not active enough in bed.

Seeing that he was moved, Andy struck while the iron was hot, "My new dye has a very good coloring effect, do you want to try it? I'll give you a [-]% discount."

Song Wenran was thinking about taking care of Andy's business, while thinking about making a slight change, he said to Andy: "Don't dye me so yellow, it looks too weird."

Andy said: "Gray is the most popular now if you don't dye it yellow."

"Grey?" Song Wenran was a little surprised, "Isn't it too exaggerated?"

Andy quickly said: "It's not an exaggeration at all. After dyeing, you will look very temperamental. And you just go to the construction site all day long, and you don't have to work anywhere, and there is no boss who will take care of you. What are you afraid of?"

After speaking, Andy found him a hairstyle magazine, turned over a few photos of smoke gray hair to show him, and said at the same time: "Don't cut it so short, I'll fix it for you later, it will look good."

Song Wenran was still hesitating.

Andy encouraged him again, "Actually, there's nothing to be afraid of. I really don't like dyeing it back. Besides, your hair is short, and you can cut it off soon after it grows. Don't be afraid, brother, you are so young, you should try everything."

After all, Song Wenran was moved by his words.For the first time in my life, I made up my mind to dye my hair, and I also dyed such a conspicuous color.

Andy is proficient in business, even without the help of an assistant, he personally washed Song Wenran's hair and applied potions, and spent three hours dyeing his beautiful short gray hair.

After the hair was successfully colored and the potion was washed off, Song Wenran stared at himself in the mirror without saying a word, with a dignified expression.It's not that he doesn't think it's ugly, it's just that it's weird.

Andy pulled a stool and sat behind him, cut his hair carefully, and said while cutting, "It's so beautiful. I'll let your girlfriend see it when I go back. It must be a pleasant surprise. By the way, do you have a girlfriend?"

Song Wenran was still immersed in indescribable emotions, he replied casually: "No."

"Oh," the corners of Andy's mouth curled up, the scissors in his hand waving and rattling, he was thinking about the next question.

As a result, Song Wenran suddenly said, "I'm married."

"Huh?" Andy's movements stopped suddenly, "Married? Married at such a young age?"

Song Wenran said: "Yes, we will get married when we meet the right person."

After that, Andy became silent.

Song Wenran didn't notice, he looked at his hair, not knowing whether to regret it, or even whether to be happy or unhappy.

That afternoon, Song Wenran drove to pick up Wen Qian from school. Wen Qian stood in front of the car door and hesitated for a long time, finally climbed up slowly, and asked softly, "Second brother, what's wrong with you?"

Song Wenran went to look in the mirror and asked her, "Is it ugly?"

Wen Qian said: "It seems like grandpa, his hair is all gray."

Song Wenran was hit hard at once. He looked in the mirror repeatedly and became more and more uncertain about what he looked like. He started the car, drove a short distance ahead and then stopped on the side of the road. He said to Wen Qian: " Second brother is going to buy a hat, just wait for me."

Song Wenran bought a baseball cap and put it on in the car when he came back, but the gray hair at the temples couldn't completely cover it, it was just for self-consolation.

In the evening, when Bai Chong came home from get off work, Song Wenran was helping the nanny bring dishes to the dining table.

Wen Qian was playing with building blocks on the sofa in the living room. As soon as she saw Bai Chong coming back, she said loudly, "Uncle Bai, second brother's hair is turning gray!"

Song Wenran walked towards the kitchen wearing a baseball cap, and suddenly froze.

Bai Chong was puzzled, and shouted at Song Wenran's back: "Wenran, come here!"