Kill Matt's washing, cutting and blowing

Their acquaintance was, um, quite unbearable.After all, it is each other's dark history.

The story begins on an ordinary morning in 8102.The only hairdresser next to Xiajiang Railway Station.

Wearing a mask, Xu Xiangyang put his hands in his pockets and walked to the store with sleepy eyes.He is tall, about 1.8 meters five, looking straight ahead and accidentally tripped.

"Fuck me?" Xu Xiangyang staggered two steps and grabbed the doorknob to stand still. He lowered his head to look, only to see a person sitting in a ball on the steps.

The hair is neither long nor short, is it a little girl?

Xu Xiangyang stretched out his hand and patted the man's shoulder: "Hey, get up, it's blocking the way."

The group first stretched out their hands and scratched their heads, and then said impatiently: "It's blocking your way, what a fart!"

male.Xu Xiangyang withdrew his hand and replied quite sincerely: "It's blocking my way, buddy, can you get up and drive?"

This time the movement was very fast, the people on the ground jumped up suddenly, only then did Xu Xiangyang realize that he was squatting on the steps.He laughed: "It's so tiring to squat."

"Oh," the boy didn't care, "It's cold on the ground." Then he stared at Xu Xiangyang endlessly, "You are the boss."

"Yeah," Xu Xiangyang took out the key to open the door, and replied casually, "I'm the only one who washes, cuts and blows my hair. I don't accept personal services."

"Wow." The boy exaggeratedly called out, followed Xu Xiangyang into the room, and sat down familiarly.

Xu Xiangyang stared at his miscellaneous hair: "He cut his head." He looks very delicate, but such a nondescript street stall style is ruined.

The boy waved his hand: "No! Dye your hair!" Seeing that the shopkeeper didn't move, he emphasized again: "Dye it purple."

Xu Xiangyang: "What are the conditions? Do your parents agree? How old are you?"

"No," the little kid rummaged through and handed Xu Xiangyang his ID card, "I'm twenty."

False years old, will only turn nineteen in April next year.Xu Xiangyang looked helpless: "Jiang Yao? Little brat, don't learn all these things all day long."

"Hey——" Jiang Yao snatched the ID card with a look of impatience, "If you have money but don't make money, don't be a fool."

Alas, Xu Xiangyang raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, and compromised with the money delivered to his door, "Okay, purple, right?"

It's really hard to serve a sophomore boy.

He pointed to a seat in the corner: "Go over and wash your hair first."

Jiang Yao's face froze, and he gritted his teeth "viciously" and squeezed out an answer: "Okay." It was obvious that he was unhappy in every way.

He was a little confused, but the kid just lay down on the recliner with the aura of a battlefield, resting his head on the edge of the table. When he saw him coming, he opened his eyes wide and looked wary.

Xu Xiangyang: "...I just wash your hair for you. Don't be so vicious."

Jiang Yao gritted his teeth and put his hands into his pockets stiffly: "I, take a picture for me."

"What to shoot?"

"The process of you washing my hair."

"Oh——" Xu Xiangyang did not refuse to take the unlocked mobile phone, opened the video and put it aside, and asked considerately: "Start?"

Jiang Yao gritted his teeth: "Okay."

I have to say that Xu Xiangyang is very gentle. He has always had a good attitude and knows how to understand the needs of customers. Gao Bige understands the soul, and it is amazing to support the barbershop by himself.

Although this famous flower on the street came from a squatting home in a famous college.

But today he ran into a problem.Xu Xiangyang sighed: "Close your eyes and don't stare at me."

"No!" Jiang Yao refused.

Can't, can only continue.

Jiang Yao was stiff all over, and regretted it now, he could clearly feel the hands gently passing through his drenched hair, gently wiped the shampoo for himself, and inevitably touched his soft scalp... …

He shivered violently.Quickly suppressing the indescribable feeling, he stared at Xu Xiangyang's face and tried his best to divert his attention.

As soon as he said "OK", Jiang Yao sat up awkwardly, grabbed the towel and began to wipe his hair, Xu Xiangyang was stunned for a moment before washing his hands and preparing things.

The little boy paused the video, Xu Xiangyang: "Sit on the chair."

Jiang Yao wanted to escape.Standing still, staring at the chair for a while, and staring at Xu Xiangyang for a while.

No matter how good-tempered he was, Xu Xiangyang became angry. He knocked on the counter, made a nice voice, and said, "I won't charge you for leaving now."

Jiang Yao almost didn't jump up: "Who...who is leaving! Hurry up!"

Hair coloring is torture.Jiang Yao thought sadly, with the haircut under the cloth, he moved his legs, trying to overcome the feeling of ignoring the feeling that made him restless and fled.

Because it needs to be dyed purple, it has been bleached several times.After the end, Jiang Yao's legs were so weak that he could hardly walk.

For the sake of image, the little boy forced himself to stand up from the seat, picked up a strand of fresh purple hair, and said to Xu Xiangyang rather arrogantly: "From today on, you are mine!" Fuck !This line is too shameful!

Xu Xiangyang almost didn't laugh out loud, he coughed twice, suppressed his laughter and said teasingly: "Are you washing, cutting and blowing by yourself?"

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