Chapter 85

Know, know

In midsummer, the weather is unbearable. Cicadas outside call all day. People who want to take a nap are upset.

Bai Song slept in bed, ignoring cicadas' calls. Even the buzzing of mosquitoes could not affect his sleep. He was too tired.

4:30 p.m.

This sleep made him sleep directly until half the afternoon. Until the alarm clock rang, Bai Song got up from the bed with sleepy eyes.

He grabbed his hand at his neck. It turned out that he was bitten by mosquitoes. Bai Song went to the small bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

It's cold water, but it's warm water. It's the hottest baking at two or three o'clock in midsummer.

Hoo.

After washing his face, Bai Song looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was a little long and his beard was growing wantonly. At first glance, he was a slovenly man with thick hands and feet.

Thinking of going to his daughter-in-law's mother's house with Liu Jing later, Bai Song tidied up his clothes and shorts that could be seen, put on his shoes and went out.

Bai Song went to a barber shop in the old street. The barber shop has been open for decades. The barber shop is run by an old couple in their fifties and sixties.

"It's you, please sit down." seeing Bai Song go in, the man stood up from the bench.

"Uncle Chen, I thought I was going to line up." Bai Song obviously knew his boss.

Uncle Chen sighed: "Hey, business is bad."

Bai Song didn't talk any more after listening. Sitting on the old-fashioned stool, Uncle Chen wrapped him with a blue shielding cloth with a small hole on it, but it can cover the falling hair.

The whole store is a brick house. It is painted with white and green paint. There is a big fan on the top. It's not very hot.

Uncle Chen's skills are still superb. He has been skilled for 20 or 30 years. Although he hasn't studied the fashion discoveries, he won't be worse than those young barbers if he really studies them.

Many people said he was stubborn, but he never said anything to change.

At this time, an old woman came in from the outside. When she saw that it was white pine, she took a cold look at it and hurried out.

That person is Aunt Zhang, who is also Uncle Chen's wife. Obviously, Aunt Zhang knows a little about Bai Song's deeds and has never given Bai Song a good look.

"Komatsu, don't worry. Your Aunt Zhang has been worried about the blind date in my family recently, not for you." Uncle Chen explained to Bai Song, then sighed and said, "Hey, my son really doesn't know when to find his wife. Komatsu is still good for you. At least he has his wife and children."

Bai Song, the son of Uncle Chen's family, knows a thing or two. He is hardworking, honest and tall. He looks a little silly and bald in his twenties. Last time Bai Song didn't know, he almost thought it was a man in his forties.

"Uncle Chen, don't make fun of me. My family... Every family has a difficult Sutra." Bai Song sighed.

There was no one in the store. At this time, Uncle Chen suddenly issued the tools in his hand. There was only the sound of the fan in the air. Bai Song turned his head in doubt.

"Komatsu, you've had a haircut with me since you were a teenager. I have something to say to you today..." Uncle Chen said in a tone: "I've heard a little about your family. Originally, it's outside my scope and has nothing to do with me, but I've known you for ten years. Think I've never said anything about you."

"But whether you like it or not, I want to say it."

Uncle Chen took the scissors and comb in his hand and sat down on the chair next to him: "a person's life is like scissors and comb. The comb arranges everything and the scissors concentrate on one thing."

But at this time, Uncle Chen suddenly broke the comb, broke the scissors in half, and then put it in front of Bai Song: "the comb is broken, and the rest can be arranged reluctantly, but the scissors are going to be broken, and this hair can't be cut."

Bai Song looked at the broken scissors and comb in front of the mirror. Bai Song's hand trembled and picked up the half comb. Looking at himself in the mirror, Bai Song's eyes were suddenly a little moist. At this moment, he figured out a lot of things.

From the half comb, Bai Song thought of Su Qiuyu's rough hands. If it hadn't been for Su Qiuyu's support at that time, he might have finished it long ago and wouldn't even have the chance of rebirth.

Before, Bai Song wanted to escape Su Qiuyu's feelings. He felt too heavy. In addition, he slowly had the meaning of wind and water during this period. Bai Song actually began to have other thoughts in his heart.

Bai Song, who was hit on his head by this slap, finally realized clearly that who can be like now?

Maybe Uncle Chen doesn't mean that, but the beautiful longing for truth in these words remains the same, which is like a treasure for Bai Song.

In fact, it's normal for him to have ideas before. How many men can say with a clear conscience that they can be content with the status quo after they have money and ability?

Keep the original heart, a very simple four words, but it is difficult to do.

Do you want to get rid of this life?

"No!"

Think of Su Qiuyu, think of blossoms, Bai Song gave his own answer.

Uncle Chen looked at the expression change on Bai Song's face and knew that Bai Song should have awakened. He also joked with Bai Song easily: "you still haven't finished cutting your hair, but my scissors and comb are gone. You have to go home and cut it yourself."

Bai Song stood up and solemnly thanked Uncle Chen.

"Uncle Chen, this scissors and comb have been with you for many years?" Bai Song looked at the damaged scissors and comb: "what a pity."

Uncle Chen smiled carelessly, put away the broken scissors and combs, and then put them into a painted iron box.

"You can buy new things when things are broken. If people are broken, there is no place to buy new ones." Uncle Chen said with a smile, "you go. Today's hair can't be cut. Come back tomorrow and I'll fix it for you."

Bai Song shook his head to indicate that he didn't want to cut his hair. If one day he was confused, he could wake up by looking at the hair.

"Uncle Chen, how much are these things? I'll give them together." Bai Song said and took out a one hundred note from his pocket.

Uncle Chen took it, but in the twinkling of an eye he found the change from the drawer. No more, no less, just 94 yuan was handed over to Bai Song.

"For so many years, it's all six yuan. Have you forgotten?" Chen Shu waved his hand and said, "let's go. You should have your own business."

The shops on the street charge 10 yuan and 20 yuan for any haircut. In some large barber centers, there is a haircut of 56 yuan a time. In this way, six yuan a time basically earns four or five yuan in addition to water and electricity.

Bai Song did not refuse, but the gratitude was kept in mind.

Stepping out of the door, a gust of breeze blew. It seems that the troubles of midsummer go away with the breeze and drift away gradually.