Rebirth of the Super Thief

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Shengxia was already in the heat of the summer, and the cicadas outside kept screaming all day long, and people who were noisy about taking a nap were upset.

Bian Baisong slept on the bed, ignoring the screams he knew, and even the hum of the mosquitoes could not affect his sleep. He was too tired.

四 4:30 in the afternoon.

This sleep made him sleep until half an afternoon, and it wasn't until the alarm sounded that Bai Song crawled up from the bed with sleepy eyes.

I stretched out my hand and scratched it towards the neck. It turned out that the mosquito had stung it. Bai Song went to the small bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

I said it was cold water, in fact it was warm water, and it was the hottest at 2 or 3 o'clock in midsummer.

Chant.

After washing his face, Bai Song looked at himself in the mirror, his hair was a little long, and Hu Zha grew arrogantly. At first glance, he was a man with a rough hand.

I thought about going to his daughter-in-law's family with Liu Jing for a while, Bai Song put together a pair of clothes and shorts that could be seen, put on shoes and went out.

Bian Baisong walked to a barber shop in Lao Cai. This barber shop has been open for decades. The barber shop is run by an old couple in their 50s and 60s.

"It's you, please sit down." Seeing Bai Song enter, the man stood up from the bench.

"Uncle Chen, I thought I was waiting in line." Bai Song apparently knew his boss.

叔 Uncle Chen sighed after listening: "Hey, business is bad."

Wu Baisong didn't say much after listening. Sitting on an old-fashioned stool, Uncle Chen surrounded him with a blue covering cloth, which had a small hole in it, but it could cover the falling hair.

The entire store is a brick house, brushed a little with white and green paint, and a large fan is on the top, not too hot.

叔 Uncle Chen's skills are still very superb. For 20 or 30 years of craftsmanship, although he has not studied those fashion discoveries, he can really study them and be no worse than those young barbers.

Many people say that he is stubborn, but he never said anything to change.

At this time, an old woman came in from the outside. When she saw Bai Song, she gave a cold glance at Bai Song and went out in a hurry.

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

"Xiaosong, don't worry about it. You Zhang Zhang was troubled by my blind date recently, not for you." Uncle Chen explained to Bai Song and sighed, "Oh, my son really doesn't know When can I find my wife, Komatsu is still hello, at least my wife and children. "

Uncle Chen's son Bai Song knew a little or two. He was hardworking and honest, but he was tall. He looked a little silly, and bald in his twenties. Last time Bai Song didn't know, I almost thought this was a man in his forties.

"Uncle Chen, don't make fun of me, the situation in my family ... every family has a difficult scripture." Bai Song also sighed.

There was no one in the shop. At this time, Uncle Chen suddenly issued the tools in his hand. There was only the sound of a fan turning in the air, and Bai Song turned his head in confusion.

"Komatsu has been cutting my hair here since you were in your teens, and today I want to say something to you ..." Uncle Chen said in a tone: "I also heard something about your family, originally it was It's irrelevant to me outside my category, but I have known each other for ten years. Think about what I have never said to you. "

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

叔 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 combs, combs do everything well, and scissors focus on one thing."

But at this moment, Uncle Chen suddenly broke the comb, and then shoved the scissors into two halves. Then he put it in front of Bai Song: "The comb is broken, and the rest can still be reorganized. Nothing. "

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

松 From the half comb, Bai Song thought of Su Qiuyu's rough hands. If it was not Su Qiuyu's support for himself during that time, he might have finished it, and there would be no chance of rebirth.

Before Bai Song wanted to escape Su Qiuyu's feelings, he felt too heavy, coupled with the meaning of wind and water flowing slowly over this period of time, Bai Song began to have other thoughts in his heart.

I was stunned by this big white pine and hit Bai Song on my head, finally realized soberly, because who can be like myself now?

Perhaps Chen Shu's meaning is not like this, but the beautiful longing for truth in this remark is unchanged, which is a treasure for Bai Song.

In fact, he had a normal idea before. How many men can convincingly say that after being rich and capable, they can stay at the status quo?

Keep your heart, four simple words, but difficult to do.

Do you want to get rid of this life?

"Do not!"

I think of Su Qiuyu, and think of blossoming, Bai Song himself gave the answer. UU reading books www.uukanshu.com

Uncle Chen watched the change of expression on Bai Song's face and knew that Bai Song should be awake, and relaxed a joke towards Bai: "You still have a little hair left, but my scissors and comb are gone. You have to go home and cut it yourself. "

Xi Baisong stood up and thanked Uncle Chen solemnly.

"Uncle Chen, this scissors and this comb have been with you for many years, haven't you?" Bai Song then looked at the damaged scissors and comb: "It's a pity."

叔 Uncle Chen smiled indifferently, put away the scissors and combs that had been cut off, and put them into an iron box that had fallen out of paint.

"If something is broken, you can buy new ones. If people are broken, there is no place to buy new ones." Uncle Chen finished and then smiled: "You go, today ’s hair is unreasonable. Come again tomorrow, I Fix it for you. "

Bai Song shook his head and signaled not to use it. This rubbing hair Bai Song didn't want to cut it. If one day he was confused, he would be awake by looking at this rubbing hair again.

"Uncle Chen, how much are these things, I will give them together." Bai Song took out a hundred from his pocket.

叔 Uncle Chen took it, but found out the change from the drawer in a blink of an eye, and no less than 94 yuan was given to Bai Song's hands.

"For all these years, have you all forgotten six dollars? Have you forgotten?" Uncle Chen waved and said, "Let's go, you should have your own business."

Shops on the street will charge 10 yuan and 20 yuan for any hair cut. In some large hairdressing centers, there will be a haircut of 56 yuan. In this way, the price of 6 yuan is basically in addition to the utility bill. Earn four or five dollars.

Wu Baisong did not quit, but this gratitude was in my heart.

I walked out the door and a breeze passed. It seemed that the worries of midsummer were gone with the breeze and gradually drifted away.