Chapter 70

Wang Zhongding rushed to the dressing room and found that Han Dongzhen was crying. As the stylist described, he was crying miserably. Not only tears flowed down, but also yelled at the top of his voice "second uncle", which made others at a loss. In many parts of the north, when the word "Ye" is read in a soft voice, it represents the father's elder brother, the second eldest brother. Knowing that Han Dong grew up in Er Bo's family, Wang Zhongding was not surprised. "Did he have a haircut when he was a child?" Second, Lei guessed. Before Wang Zhongding had time to express his position, he was hugged by Han Dong and called "second uncle" one by one, which was very sensational. A few people nearby all knead sweat for Han Dong, for fear that "Wang Er Da Ye" a fist pulls him to wake up. As a result, Wang Zhongding didn't push him away. On the contrary, when Er Lei came forward to pull Han Dong apart, he was stopped by Wang Zhongding. It took a long time for Han Dong to calm down. Wang Zhongding slowly put Han Dong's head back to the original position, struggling for a moment, and finally made a concession, "forget it, don't cut it, simply fix it." Fearing that Han Dong would be a moth again, Wang Zhongding simply stayed and looked at him. This is Wang Zhongding's first "on-site" guidance work, which makes the stylists feel more pressure, and at the same time deal with two difficult masters, the degree of hardship can be imagined. "Cut the second layer of hair 1.3mm shorter." The stylist's brain exudes sweat, 1.3mm After all How long is it? After a long time, Wang Zhongding said, "six of them have been dropped." "Six?" The stylist didn't know why. "You didn't hold fast just now. Six of your hair fell down and mixed into the third layer." Sixth Six Stylist instant dizzy dish, which 6? Wang Zhongding couldn't see it any more, so he asked for the comb and scissors in the stylist's hand. "I'll do it." The stylist was stunned for a moment. Are you coming? This You can come? Stylist is not quite at ease, "we can give you a hand." "No, you stand in the light." Stylist and assistant had to leave, two thunder also go back to tidy up chores, dressing room only Han Dong and Wang Zhongding. Wang Zhongding combed Han Dong's curly hair again, from the tip to the root, with great patience. He found that Han Dong's hair is not very like the spontaneous curl of Han people, but similar to Caucasian people, big and full, fluffy and layered. But it also has distinct personal characteristics. For example, most of the self-made rolls are curly ends, while Han Dong's is curly roots with soft ends, so the little catalpa is round and neat. If you don't look at Han Dong's face, just look at the back of his head. "Second uncle." Han Dong is also known as. Wang Zhongding's soft eyes once again took on a layer of haze. "Second uncle." Han Dong also called. Wang Zhongding still ignored him. As a result, Han Dong called more than ten times in a row, one louder than the other. "Second uncle! Second uncle!! Second uncle!!! Second uncle!!!! Two... " Wang Zhongding stopped in a cold voice: "if you shout again, believe me to shave your hair?" Han Dong mumbled in a low voice again, just like a monk chanting scriptures, "second uncle, second uncle..." Wang Zhongding finally knows why Han Dong's second uncle wants to adopt him to someone else's home. It's such a mess that everyone has to go out of the house. How annoying! Unable to get a response, Han Dong is finally tired of mumbling, and the mumbling is gradually replaced by snoring. It turns out that the stylist is worried too much. Wang Zhongding can not only cut his hair, but also do it skillfully. He often does it on weekdays. In particular, the other techniques are very accurate, each layer is not a few up and down, the length is like a ruler. Although it is curly, but after trimming, the lines are clear and smooth, the sense of hierarchy is distinct, and it is just an arc curl, which is quite artistic. Han Dong's stiff neck limped down and his head dropped down quickly. Wang Zhongding saw that there was a layer of fine hairs on Han Dong's HouBo neck, which gathered from both ends to the middle, especially like some kind of animal's mane. When his fingers brushed it, it was hairy, and he hummed inexplicably: "pig's mane." Unexpectedly, this murmur was heard by Han Dong, and he giggled twice. Wang Zhongding almost choked when he drank the water, "it's you, you still laugh?" Han Dong didn't say a word again, as if those words were night sickness. More than ten minutes later, Wang Zhongding finished his work completely. As soon as he was about to give Han Dongqing a haircut, he was clinging to him. "Second uncle, give me some money ~" Wang Zhongding almost kicked up. I work overtime to cut your hair, and I have to pay you back? Han Dong continued to plead in a pitiful tone. "Second uncle, give me some money ~" Wang Zhongding said angrily, "I'll talk about it later." Han Dong still doesn't let go and grinds endlessly. "Second uncle, give me some money ~ ~ second uncle, give me some money ~ ~" Wang Zhongding felt uneasy, so he had to take out a few hundred yuan with a overcast face and give it to Han Dong with a stiff gesture. After getting the money, Han Dong quickly got up and walked towards the door. "You don't know your hair cut? Don't come to me for a moment Wang Zhongding gave a cold warning. Han Dong went out without hesitation. Wang Zhongding returned to the office, because there were still some things to deal with, and he had a hunch that Han Dong would come back, so he delayed for some time. Later, looking at the table below, it was nearly four o'clock, and Han Dong was unlikely to come back. So I cleaned up my desk, took a bath, and finally had a good rest. As a result, the damned doorbell rang within three minutes of lying down. Wang Zhongding came to the door with a gloomy face, and his blood pressure suddenly surged up. Han Dong said naively: "neck tied flustered." “……” When Han Dong woke up the next morning, he felt inexplicable pain in his neck and shoulders, especially when he combed his hair. Fortunately, today's braids are surprisingly shaped. In the past, there were always a few stray hairs spilling out. Today's braids are extremely regular, and the face is more sharp and three-dimensional. In an instant, Han Dong is cured. Yu Ming seldom talks at breakfast. "Is your wooden bed finished?" "The framework has been cut. Today we will make tenons." Yu Ming added: "I think there is still a lot of wood left." "Don't worry, you can't waste it. I've already planned to make a wooden bucket that can take a bath after I finish my bed. I can make a wooden basin after I finish my wooden bucket, a wooden bowl after I finish my wooden basin, a pair of wooden chopsticks after I finish my wooden bowl, and a box of toothpicks after I finish my wooden chopsticks. Even if the scraps are cut off, they can be made into handicrafts. " Although Yu Ming is not good at expression, his eyes show that he appreciates Han Dong's talents. "I can also make a few handlebars. I'll give them to whoever I like." Han Dong found that Yu Ming was looking at him, and immediately added with a smile, "don't worry, you are indispensable." Yu Ming didn't say anything. He got up and went back to his room to get a can. Han Dong fixed his eyes. Isn't this the can I ate in Wang Zhongding? I've been thinking about the taste, but I haven't bought it in several supermarkets. "Where did you get it?" Han Dong asked quickly. "It's not bought. It's from a friend." "Then ask your friend, where did he buy it from?" Yu Ming was silent for a long time before he said, "this is a military can. It's not takeout." Wang Zhongding was not surprised to eat Han Dong's special offering, but Yu Ming's friend surprised him. Because he knows Yu Ming's family background, and he is so unsociable, how can he know that kind of friend? In fact, when you think about it further, Yu Mingjin's company doesn't make any sense, and he has been living a happy life every day since he came in "You won't be taken care of?" Han Dong suddenly asked. Yu Ming's eyes did not see a wave, still cold light tone: "you just let people take care of." Han Dong is right when he thinks about it. Which one keeps himself in the room every day? Unable to resist the temptation, Han Dong put his chopsticks into someone else's can and put a piece of double cooked meat in his mouth. As expected, it still tasted like that. As he chewed, he felt a strange emotion. "I dreamed of my second uncle last night." Han Dong said. Yu Ming is always a good listener because he never interrupts. "I was eight years old that year, and my second eldest brother's family had another daughter. They already had two children, so they planned to adopt me to another family. I still remember clearly that night when I went to bed, I was woken up by my second uncle. He said that he would give me a haircut and deliver it to someone else's home. At that time, I cried and begged my second uncle, but he was determined to send me away. Later, I held the second uncle's leg and begged him to give me some money. Do you know how much he gave me? He felt his pocket for a long time and then took out five yuan. My heart... " Yu Ming pointed to the money Han Dong took out of his pocket: "isn't that five hundred?" "I'm just using an analogy. Later, I took the five yuan and ran all the time. My second uncle was chasing me. I Well Han Dong looked at the five red tickets in his hand and found something wrong, "where did the money come from?" Yu Ming replied with his eyes: you don't know, how can I know?