He made an appointment to have his hair cut, but YiZhe missed the appointment.
In the afternoon, just as he packed up and planned to go out, the door of his house was smashed. He was startled, frowned and walked towards the door. A few steps away, Xiang Xiying opened the door unkempt. A pajama was loosely draped over his body, and there were dark circles under his eyes, which were frighteningly large.
"Open the door in seven minutes," Xiang Xiying licked her chapped lips, "try to open it a minute earlier, I'll kill you."
YiZhe stopped.
Xiang Xiying has always done what she says. Of course, the "kill you" she said is not really killing you, but she can use various methods to make you feel that life is better than death. During the time when YiZhe was most rebellious and struggling, he tried to challenge Xiang Xiyu who said this, but he was forced to be like her by Xiang Xiyu, endlessly cursing and even being cold to irrelevant people. Love thin clothes, no chance to say ugly and hurtful words that can hurt the other party the most. When he wakes up, he understands what Xiang Xiyu means by "death"—she used YiZhe's most disgusting behavior to influence YiZhe to do the same disgusting things involuntarily. Get along day and night, blood relationship, everything is mixed into a ball, and it is forced to change in a subtle way with nowhere to go.
Also from then on, he didn't want to conflict with the lunatic again.
There are still three minutes before the time agreed with Xu Tangcheng.
YiZhe looked at the door that was still being smashed with loud noises, and suddenly felt out of breath. He turned on his mobile phone and sent a message to Xu Tangcheng, saying something and telling him not to go out.
Soon, Xu Tangcheng replied "Okay" and asked again, "Do you need help?"
This kind of movement, probably not only in Xu Tangcheng's family, but also in the entire corridor. Thinking that Zhou Hui was so excited to give him bean paste to drink yesterday, Yi Zhe couldn't help but think, what will Zhou Hui nag at home now, and whether she will see the farce outside the door through the eyes of a cat.
When Xiang Xiyi's door was opened again, she seemed to be a different person. It was also because of her influence that YiZhe thought for a long time that all women were like Xiangxi Weeds, able to put on delicate make-up, put on a suit, fully armed, and completely change their face in seven minutes.
Ignoring YiZhe on the sofa, Xiang Xiying walked to the door with Xiantian's high heels, and opened the door.
In YiZhe's impression, Xiang Xiyu's rotten peach blossom debt never stopped, and he always but unilaterally judged that she owed others. It's much better now. When Xiang Xiyu just got divorced, men would come to the door almost every once in a while, and staged various "I can't lose you" dramas, some of them were sensational, and some, like today, were violent. of.
YiZhe heard her humming, her posture full of contempt: "Why, the dog running into the water is wagging its tail and begging for pity? Isn't it ugly?"
When it comes to scolding people, YiZhe believes that no one can win against Xiang Xi Weing, so he quietly listened to Xiang Xi Weing at the door slowly turning on his fire, escalating every sentence, and even sympathized with the man who was scolded for nothing. .
Until he heard a crisp sound.
YiZhe was stunned for a while, then looked towards the door—Xiangxi Weed's face was turned to one side, his long hair was hanging down, and he couldn't see what was going on on his face.
Without thinking, Yi Zhe jumped up quickly, rushed to the door, and pulled Xiang Xi Weing behind him.
At the same time, the door opposite opened, Xu Tangcheng clutched his mobile phone and faced the chaos at the door with a calm face.
YiZhe lowered his tightly clenched fist. Xiang Xiyi came back to his senses, pushed him away immediately, and kicked the man's leg. The heels of the high-heeled shoes were sharp, and the man howled immediately, his face changed in pain.
"Fuck you, how dare you hit me?" Xiang Xiyi raised his foot and even kicked, but was held back by YiZhe.
Xu Tangcheng spoke slowly from the back: "The police station is opposite the community. We have known each other very well for so many years..."
He looked at Yi Che and asked lightly, "Do I need to call the police?"
The man was obviously not some kind of ruthless guy. After scolding and kicking Xiang Xiyu, his neck was red with pain and anger, and his arrogance soon weakened.
"Fuck, stinky girls, wait for me."
"I'll wait for your mother to force you, babe, I'll wait for you to pee and look like your dog is now!"
YiZhe stopped the woman who had been struggling all the time, only to feel that her whole body was so weak, the arm waving to Xi Weing was dangling in front of his eyes, her body would inevitably hit him, everything seemed like Crazy, uncontrollable. This state made him anxious and quickly jumped to the peak. In the chaos, he saw Zhou Hui appear behind Xu Tangcheng, looking at them with a stern expression, and further behind, there was a man with gray hair, also looking curiously at the door. It was Xu Tangcheng's grandmother, whom Yi Zhe knew.
Two doors, but it seems like two worlds.
YiZhe finally couldn't stand the contrast, he lowered his head, freed one hand, and slammed the door hard.
After this loud noise, Xiang Xiyu also suddenly stopped moving. She glanced at YiZhe silently, broke away from him, and walked back to the house step by step. YiZhe stayed by the door alone, stunned as she watched her leave. I don't know if it was just my delusion, when Xiang Xiying opened his hand, the slender and pale fingers seemed to be shaking.
Yi Zhe didn't contact Xu Tangcheng anymore. He was lying on the bed alone, thinking about various things. Thoughts were a bit muddled, but he never stopped. I don't know how long I lay there, when I heard the sound of a child firing cannons outside the window. In the interval of the cannons, he actually covered the quilt and fell into a drowsy sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already half dark. There was no movement at home, Yi Che glanced at the shoe rack, and went out to Xi Weing again.
He hadn't eaten for a day and was almost exhausted from hunger. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of cold water. He put on his clothes and opened the door.
The sensor light in the corridor came on when he opened the door. On the side of the door, Xu Tangcheng stood against the wall with his pockets in his pockets, his head bowed, wondering what he was thinking.
YiZhe was stunned, his hands hung in the air, and he forgot to close the door.
"Brother Tang Cheng."
Xu Tangcheng looked up, smiled at him, waved his cell phone at him, and said, "I haven't been able to contact you."
YiZhe touched his trousers pocket and took out his mobile phone. Sure enough, there were a full screen of missed calls and text messages. The phone was silenced by him at some point.
"I ran into Aunt Xiang just now and said you were sleeping." After a brief pause, Xu Tangcheng added, "I see her face has swelled, and I can't see anything."
YiZhe did not speak immediately, but silently locked the door and put the key in his pocket.
"Whether it goes away or not has nothing to do with me."
How much, all with the meaning of breaking the jar. Xu Tangcheng listened and sighed in his heart.
Yi Zhe didn't know how long he waited here, but the way Xu Tangcheng looked at him made him very uncomfortable. He is not a child and does not want so much sympathy and pity from him. In front of the people you care about, if you want to be strong, you want to be invincible, but unfortunately, things backfire.
Squeezing the soreness in his throat, Yi Zhe said softly, "I'm fine, Tang Cheng, go back quickly."
However, Xu Tangcheng still leaned there and didn't move, and kept looking at him quietly.
YiZhe was defeated in such a sight and turned his head away.
"Are you still going for a haircut?" After a long time, Xu Tangcheng stood up straight and smiled. He pressed his mobile phone to check the time: "The barber shop is still open now."
The two unrelated words made the soreness that had just receded whistling back. There was a symphony in the corridor that was quiet enough to hold one's breath, and there was always a Xu Tangcheng in the corner of Yi Zhe's vision.
There were a lot of people in the barber shop today. After entering the door, Yi Zhe realized that he had to wait for a long time. He explained to Xu Tangcheng apologetically, "Normally there are not so many people."
But Xu Tangcheng was not surprised: "It's been like this for a few days. Isn't it true that we don't cut our hair in the first month, and everyone is rushing to cut their hair at the end of the twelfth lunar month."
"Why don't you cut your hair in the first month?"
I didn't expect that Yi Zhe would not know this, Xu Tangcheng thought for a while and explained: "Actually, this is a bit superstitious. It is said that the first month of cutting hair is dead old, and the homophony is not auspicious."
Yi Zhe didn't immediately understand, but he repeated the words in his mind several times before he understood what it meant. He let out an "oh", and realized that he had been thinking too long. Looking at the lively scene in the store, he couldn't help but wonder if he was the only one who didn't know about it.
Xu Tangcheng noticed that he fell into silence again, raised his hand and grabbed his sleeve, and tugged: "Let's sit there and wait."
After waiting for a while, he finally got a position, and Yi Zhe pushed Xu Tangcheng to cut first. When he was seated, Xu Tangcheng wiped his hair and stood beside Yi Zhe secretly, and whispered to Yi Zhe, "Take a look at me, don't let him cut off my temples."
"Huh?" YiZhe didn't hear clearly, and turned his head slightly.
Xu Tangcheng gestured on the side of his face: "Bijiao, show me my temples."
This time, YiZhe understood. Although he was not proficient in this business, he immediately nodded and sat down in the rest area behind Xu Tangcheng. He watched as he wrapped the cloth around him, leaving only one head outside. The shattered bangs were all combed to the front by the barber, covering his forehead with moisture.
After a few words with the barber, Xu Tangcheng closed his eyes and let his hands tinker with his hair. There was a lot of noise in the barber shop, and various pop music was still floating in the air. YiZhe saw that small clumps of hair were cut from Xu Tangcheng's head and fell to the ground one after another. In such a picture, he clearly saw the peace and quietness of time and how it moved forward slowly.
When Xu Tangcheng was about to finish the cut, a barber came to tell Yi Zhe to wash his hair. Yi Zhe looked at Xu Tangcheng in front of him, raised his head and said, "I'll wait a while, let someone else cut it first."
There have always been only those who are impatient in the queue, and there is no saying that they will not cut it if they are in the queue. The barber thought it was funny, and after a few jokes, he went to call other guests.
Thanks to Yi Zhe's grinding, in the end he and Xu Tangcheng used a hairdresser. Xu Tangcheng's temples were not lost, but the original vacant seat in the rest area had been lost, but he also felt that it didn't matter, and simply stood around YiZhe.
Xu Tangcheng closed his eyes with peace of mind when he cut his own hair. Regardless, it was YiZhe's turn, but he was more excited than the client. He looked around YiZhe for several times, and kept discussing with the barber how to cut better. .
"How about cutting the back of your head shorter, especially the lower part, I think you should look good with this cut." Xu Tangcheng leaned beside Yi Zhe and asked while looking at the person in the mirror.
"Can."
Yi Zhe was also looking at him through the mirror, but he didn't know how to cut the back of his head to look good. But Xu Tangcheng said that it looks good, it should be good-looking.
I am very satisfied with the final hairstyle, I haven't been so satisfied in so many years. He and Xu Tangcheng looked left and right in the mirror, and Xu Tangcheng also took a picture of the back of Zhang Yizhe's head with his mobile phone and showed it to him. Before going out, the two stood shoulder to shoulder and looked in the mirror to remove the broken hair hanging from their faces. Xu Tangcheng tidied himself up, and turned his head to see that there was still a hair on YiZhe's temple.
"Don't move." He reached out, pinched the stubborn piece of hair between his fingers, and brushed it to the ground.
When I walked out of the barber shop, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, but people kept entering the shop at this time, and even some girls wanted to have their hair permed. Xu Tangcheng told Yi Zhe that in the past few days, barbershops are usually open late. In contrast, the first month of the month is almost equivalent to a hairdresser's holiday.
Even if it's just a folk saying that was circulated at some point, just to avoid a homonym, it is the first time that YiZhe has experienced such a ritualistic thing.
"After cutting my hair, it is considered to be resignation." At an intersection, Xu Tangcheng looked at the red light in front of him and asked Yi Zhe, "Do you know what resignation is?"
YiZhe nodded. Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.
But Xu Tangcheng still didn't stop what he said, and even took out his pocket and handed Yi Zhe a cigarette.
A cigarette was ejected from the cigarette case, and he suddenly looked at Yi Zhe and smiled: "I don't have a soft-pack Zhonghua."
This obvious teasing made YiZhe not know what to say for a while. He looked back at the person in front of him with complicated eyes, and saw him smile even wider.
"Resigning from the old, it means that no matter how much mess there is this year, it has been cut off just now."
The lighter came out, and Xu Tangcheng came over and lit a cigarette for Yi Zhe and himself. The two took a sip each, Xu Tangcheng exhaled a smoke ring, raised his head and looked at the top of his head.
YiZhe also raised his head with him.
The night sky is dark, but another kind of brightness is wide and high.
"Next year is a brand new year." Xu Tangcheng said.