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Chapter 402 Memories in the Barber's Chair

In the face of the great tide, even Chang Wei was helpless and could only accept the arrangements of the two old men.

Seeing that he was worried, Old Wang patted his back and said, "Don't worry about us. We have your Grandpa Zhang here. He is honest and doesn't talk much, but he is still very skilled."

Chang Wei was so angry that he laughed, "Grandpa Wang, you have been deceived by this old man. He is old and doesn't tell the truth. Some time ago, he even taught me to mix bitter melon into pills."

The old man kicked the man again in anger, "I asked you to make pills. Did I say you should add bitter melon? Who adds bitter melon in their prescription?"

Chang Wei just chuckled.

Chang Wei thought about their leaving the capital and felt that this was a good choice.

When the time comes, we will leave Beijing together, send them back to Taihang Mountains, keep enough food for ourselves, and pick them up when we return to Beijing.

As for their safety, Chang Wei was not too worried.

Old man Zhang’s fists can still leave afterimages. If he had a long stick in his hand, six or seven young men would not be able to get close to him.

As for his shooting skills... Do you really think he is an old-fashioned man who can't shoot a gun?

What's more, after the old man had eaten the physical fitness fruit several times, many of his kung fu skills had already reached perfection, some of which even Chang Wei could not fathom.

Thinking of this, Chang Wei fumbled in his bag and took out two physical fruits and handed them over, "Take them as a backup."

Old Man Zhang didn't answer. He looked in the direction of the backyard door and whispered, "Go back and refine these fruits into twenty pills, and find a porcelain bottle to put them in for me."

Seeing Chang Wei nod, he quickly reminded him, "Remember, don't put bitter melon in it."

"Okay, I'll put in the coptis chinensis."

"Hey, if you are willing to give your grandfather Wang the coptis root, then you can put it in."

"..."

After chatting for some time, Chang Wei felt much better and returned to the central courtyard with his hands behind his back.

Fan Tuan'er had just finished talking to Auntie Song from the logistics department about dividing the pork. When she saw him coming, she walked up to him and said with a smile, "I told you I'd give you a haircut in the Northeast. It just so happens that you just got back and have nothing to do. Why don't you go now?"

Chang Wei brushed the hair on his forehead, blew a breath upwards, and said dissatisfiedly: "I said it's not long."

"You're almost covering your eyes. Be good and go get your hair cut, okay?"

Chang Wei still wanted to argue, but when he met Fan Tuaner's watery eyes, he sighed heavily and nodded resignedly.

This place where hair is cut is called a barber shop. Inside are barbers in white coats. There are no pink lights hung on the walls, and they also ask you to apply for a card and recharge your account. There are no tricks at all.

Unlike in later generations, washing, cutting and blowing the clothes would cost three hundred yuan, washing would cost twenty-five yuan, cutting would cost twenty-five yuan and blowing the clothes would cost two hundred and fifty yuan.

The Gulou Barber Shop is located in the back house of a quadrangle courtyard, with a door facing outward. It looks cramped, short, dark, and like a hole.

The moment Chang Wei walked in, it was as if he had stepped into the long river of time and space.

Although he lived in the late fifties, the people around him wore simple and plain clothes, many families still did not have enough to eat, and there were not many cars on the streets, but all of this was not as shocking as the barber chair in front of him.

In his previous life, as a child, he would sit on this kind of chair and let the barber manipulate him as he pleased.

At that time, he didn't even have the chance to express his requirements, and no one would care about his complaints after the haircut.

Time and space were like a roulette wheel, which turned a circle and instantly sent him back to his childhood.

This is an iron barber chair with a headrest, footrest and armrests. The rough workmanship makes it look extremely heavy, but the chair can still be rotated flexibly and the reclining angle can be adjusted at will.

Probably after many years of use, the white paint covering the iron part has long been mottled, and the thick black leather cushion covering the seat surface has many cracks.

There was a glass mirror with yellowed edges hanging on the wall, and a picture of a hairstyle. He took a closer look and curled his lips in disgust.

There were three barbers in the unpretentious barber shop. When they saw Chang Wei coming, one continued to smoke, one held a teacup and read a newspaper without looking up, and only the middle-aged woman who was picking vegetables clapped her hands and stood up.

Fan Tuaner handed over a haircut invoice as if nothing had happened. Chang Wei glanced at the vegetable leaf fragments still on the woman's hand, took a deep breath, and did not dare to ask the woman to wash her hands.

He put forward his request, and the woman shook her head, saying that he was suitable for the boy leader. Chang Wei argued with her, but after a while, he chose to give up and sat dejectedly on the chair to face the reality.

The woman actually understood, but she still insisted on her own point of view and didn't care about Chang Wei's thoughts.

Chang Wei asked him what the boy's head looked like.

The woman pointed to the pattern on the wall.

Chang Wei walked over and took a careful look. Damn, isn’t this the most common short hair style for men nowadays?

He suspected that the woman was so persistent because this was the only way she knew how to cut a men's hairstyle.

Behind the barber chair, the woman pulled out a piece of white cloth, shook it, and wrapped it around Chang Wei's neck. She gently tapped his chest with her palm, and the white cloth fell down. Her movements were skillful and rhythmic.

She leaned forward to get the scissors, and when she turned back she praised: "Young man, you have a small face and big eyes, so you're suitable for a boy's hairstyle."

Chang Wei rolled his eyes and said in a dry voice, "If you tie it tighter, you will find that I not only have big eyes, but also a long tongue."

The woman paused in her movement with the scissors, walked back silently, and loosened the knot behind his neck.

Although he had already accepted the so-called boyish haircut, Chang Wei still did not dare to lose focus during the entire haircut process and kept staring at himself in the mirror.

He was afraid that if he wasn't careful, the woman would make his hairstyle look like that of a labor camp prisoner.

In less than ten minutes, the haircut was complete. The woman untied the knot while brushing the loose hair on his neck with a huge, hard brush. Finally, she patted the chair and said, "It's done."

Chang Wei looked at himself in the mirror, and it took him a while to accept the reality. He endured the stinging and itching caused by the broken hair, stood up and rushed out without looking back.

When Fan Tuan'er caught up with him, he said angrily: "With this attitude and technology, it will go bankrupt sooner or later."

“They are state-run.”

"..."

Chang Wei was speechless.

"It's my fault. Next time I'll take you to our compound to get your hair cut so that you can grow it a little longer." Seeing that he was unhappy, Fan Tuaner comforted him in a soft voice.

Chang Wei could only nod helplessly.

It was almost evening, and there was still some hair on his neck that he had not cleaned up, so he simply did not go back to the unit. He gave the car back to Fan Tuaner and walked home on foot.

As soon as I reached the door of the back courtyard, I heard cheerful voices coming from inside.

Weaving, weaving, weaving flower baskets,

Weaving a flower basket to Nanshan,

Nanshan is full of red peonies.

The flowers are blooming beautifully,

Silver Dandan, hey silver peony,

The one about silver peony is hayayahi.

Pick, pick, pick peonies,

Pick three or two flowers into a basket,

The flowers are so beautiful,

In the open space in the yard, Chang Long, Xiong Chumo, Chang Tian and Chang Nan were forming a circle. The person in front raised his foot and hooked the knee of the person behind him. The four of them formed a circle, jumping on one foot, clapping their hands and singing nursery rhymes.

Chang Xiaoman stood aside feeling aggrieved, and every time she wanted to run over, she was stopped by Chang Ni.

She wants to play too!

No one dared to take her with them, saying that she was still a three-year-old child.

But, after New Year's Day, she is already four years old!

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I have something to do, so I'll write two chapters first and make up for it after dinner. Sorry!