Rebirth of the Super Thief Chapter 85: : Breeze

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In the midsummer, the weather is very hot and the weather is very unbearable. The cicadas outside the whole day knowing and cried, and people who are noisy and want to take a nap are upset.

Bai Song slept in bed, ignoring the screams he heard, and even the humming of mosquitoes could not affect his sleep. He was too tired.

At 4:30 in the afternoon.

This sensation made him sleep directly until mid-afternoon, until the alarm sounded, Bai Song crawled out of bed dimly.

Stretched his hand and scratched his neck. It turned out that there was a pimple bitten by mosquitoes. Bai Song walked to the small bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

It's cold water, actually warm water, and it's only after the hottest bake at two or three in midsummer.

Call.

After washing his face, Bai Song looked at himself in the mirror, his head was a little bit long, and the scum was growing indiscriminately. At first glance, he was a man with rough edges.

Thinking about going to his wife's mother's house with Liu Jing for a while, Bai Song put together a pair of clothes and shorts that could be seen, and put on his shoes and went out.

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

"It's you, please sit down." When the Bai Song entered, 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 after listening: "Hey, business is not good."

Bai Song didn't talk much after listening to it. Sitting on an old-fashioned stool, Uncle Chen surrounded him with a blue masking cloth, which had a little hole on it but could cover the fallen head.

The entire storefront was a brick house, which was slightly brushed with white and green paint, and a large fan was spinning on top, but it was not very hot.

Uncle Chen ’s skill is still very high, and his craftsmanship for twenty or thirty years, although he has n’t studied the fashionable ones now, it ’s really not worse than those of the young masters.

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

At this time, an old lady came in from the outside. When she saw Bai Song, she took a cold look at Bai Song and hurried out.

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

"Komatsu, do n’t care, your aunt Zhang, because she was upset about the blind date in my family, not against you." Uncle Chen explained to Bai Song, and then sighed, "Hey, my son still I really do n’t know when I can find my wife. Komatsu is still good. At least my wife and children are available. "

Uncle Chen ’s son Bai Song knows a little or two. He is hardworking and honest, but tall, but looks a bit silly, and he becomes bald in his twenties. Last time Bai Song did not know, I almost thought it was a person in his forties.

"Uncle Chen, don't make fun of me, my family's situation ... Every family has a hard-to-read classic." Bai Song also sighed.

There was no one in the shop. At this time, Uncle Chen suddenly dropped the tool in his hand. Only the sound of the fan rotating in the air, Bai Song turned his head suspiciously.

"Komatsu has been here with me since you were in your tens. Today I have something to say to you ..." Uncle Chen said in a tone: "I heard something about your family, Originally this was outside of my category and not related to me, but I have known each other for ten years. Think about what I have never said about you. "

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

Uncle Chen holds the scissors and comb in his hand and then sits in the chair next to him: "In this person's life, it is like a scissors and a comb. The comb combs everything and the scissors concentrate on one thing."

But at this moment, Uncle Chen suddenly broke the comb and vigorously broke the scissors in half before putting it in front of Bai Song: "The comb is broken, and the rest can still be sorted out, but the scissors will be broken, this But it does n’t make sense. "

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

From the half-face comb, Bai Song remembered the rough hands of Su Qiuyu. If it was not Su Qiuyu ’s support for himself during that period, he might have finished playing long ago, and there would be no chance of being reborn.

Before Bai Song wanted to escape the feelings of Su Qiuyu, it felt too heavy. Coupled with the fact that this period of time was a bit windy, Bai Song actually began to have other thoughts.

The Bai Song who was knocked on the head by this head-drink, finally realized clearly, because who can be like now?

Maybe Uncle Chen ’s meaning is not like this, but the beautiful longing for truth in these words is unchanged, and it can be said to be the best for Bai Song.

Do you want to get rid of this life?

"No!" thinks of Su Qiuyu, thinks of Duo Duo, and Bai Song gives himself the answer.

Uncle Chen looked at the expression on the face of Bai Song, and knew that Bai Song should be awake. He also joked at Bai Song with ease: "There is still a little bit left on your side, but my scissors and comb are both No, 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 only then looked at the damaged scissors and comb: "It's a pity."

Uncle Chen smiled indifferently, put away the scissors and combs that had been broken and put them in an iron box that had been painted off.

"If something is broken, you can buy a new one. If someone is broken, there is no place to buy a new one." Chen Shu finished and smiled: "You go, today's head can not be justified, you will come again tomorrow Let me fix it for you. "

Bai Song shook his head to indicate that he did n’t want to. This rubbing head Bai Song did n’t want to cut. If one day he was confused, he would wake up by looking at this rubbing head.

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

Uncle Chen accepted it, but in a blink of an eye he found the change in the drawer, and no more than 94 yuan was handed to Bai Song.

"For so many years, have you forgotten all six yuan?" Chen Shu waved and said, "Go, you should have your own business."

The shop on the street will charge 10 yuan and 20 yuan for any hair cut. In some large science centers, there are even 56 yuan for one time, so that 6 yuan is basically in addition to water and electricity charges. Basically make four or five dollars.

Bai Song did not resign, but the gratitude was in my heart.

Stepping out of the door, a breeze blew past, and all the worries went away with this breeze, slowly drifting away.