Wang Zhongding rushed to the dressing room and found that Han Dong was really crying, and as the stylist described, he was crying quite miserably. Not only were tears streaming down my face, but I also shouted "Second Master" hoarsely, making others at a loss.
In many places in the north, when the word "ye" is pronounced softly, it means the elder brother of the father, and the second uncle is also the second uncle. Knowing that Han Dong grew up in the second uncle's family, Wang Zhongding was not surprised as expected.
"Could it be the shadow left by his haircut when he was a child?" Er Lei guessed.
Before Wang Zhongding had time to express his opinion, Han Dong hugged him tightly, shouting "Second Master" one after another, so sensational.
The people around were all sweating for Han Dong, for fear that "Second Master Wang" would wake him up with a fist. As a result, not only did Wang Zhongding not push him away, but when Er Lei stepped forward to pull Han Dong away, Wang Zhongding raised his hand to stop him.
It took a long time before Han Dong calmed down.
Wang Zhongding slowly put Han Dong's head back to its original position, struggled for a moment, and finally gave in, "Forget it, don't cut it, let's simply trim it."
Fearing that Han Dong would mess with him again, Wang Zhongding simply stayed and watched him.
This is the first time that Wang Zhongding "visited the scene" to guide the work, which made the stylist feel pressured, and the difficulty of dealing with two difficult masters at the same time can be imagined.
"Cut another 1.3mm shorter for the second layer of hair."
Beads of sweat ooze from the stylist's forehead, 1.3 mm... How long is it
After finally getting a good measure, Wang Zhong Ding said from the side: "Six roots are missing."
"Did you lose six?" The stylist didn't know why.
"You didn't hold it firmly just now, and 6 hairs fell out and got mixed into the third layer."
The 6th… 6th… The stylist instantly fainted, which 6th is it
Wang Zhongding couldn't stand it anymore, so he reached out for the comb and scissors in the hands of the stylist.
"Let me do it."
The stylist was stunned for a moment, are you coming? This... you can come
The stylist was uneasy, "We can help you."
"No need, you stand here to block the light."
The stylist and assistant had to leave, and Er Lei also went back to do chores, leaving only Han Dong and Wang Zhongding in the dressing room.
Wang Zhongding combed Han Dong's curly hair again, slowly combing from the tip of the hair to the root of the hair, with great patience. He found that Han Dong's hair was not like the natural curly hair of the Han race, but similar to the Caucasian race, with large and full curls, fluffy and layered. But it also has distinct personal characteristics. For example, most of the self-made curls are curled at the tip, while Han Dong's is curled at the root and the tip is smooth, so the combed hair is neat and round.
If you don't look at Han Dong's face, just look at the back of his head is still very cute.
"Second uncle." Han Dong called again.
Wang Zhongding's soft gaze was once again clouded.
"Second uncle." Han Dong called back.
Wang Zhongding still ignored him.
As a result, Han Dong yelled more than a dozen times in a row, each louder than the last.
"Second uncle! Second uncle!! Second uncle!!! Second uncle!!! Two..."
Wang Zhongding stopped coldly: "If you keep shouting, believe it or not, I'll shave your hair off?"
Han Dong mumbled again, like a monk chanting scriptures, "Second uncle, second uncle..."
Wang Zhongding finally knew why Han Dong's second uncle wanted to adopt him to someone else's family. With such a bastard, everyone would have to be kicked out, how annoying!
With no response for a long time, Han Dong finally got tired of talking, and the muttering was gradually replaced by snoring.
Facts have proved that the stylist was overthinking, Wang Zhongding not only knows how to cut hair, but also moves very skillfully, as if he often does this on weekdays. In particular, his technique is very accurate, each layer is almost the same up and down, and the length is compared with a ruler. Although it is curly hair, after trimming, the lines are clear and smooth, with a clear sense of layering. When tied up, it happens to be an arc curl, which is quite artistic.
Han Dong's straight neck went limp, and his head quickly dropped.
Wang Zhongding saw that there was a layer of fine hair on Han Dong's back neck, gathered from both ends to the middle, especially like the mane of some kind of animal. His fingers brushed over it, and it was fluffy. He hummed inexplicably, "Bristles."
Unexpectedly, Han Dong overheard this mumbling, and even giggled twice.
Wang Zhongding almost choked on drinking water, "It's you, why are you still laughing?"
Han Dong remained silent again, as if those few noises just now were night-sucking syndrome.
Ten minutes later, Wang Zhongding completely finished the work. Just as he was about to clean up Han Dong's stubble, he was tightly hugged by him.
"Second uncle, give me some money~"
Wang Zhongding almost kicked up, I work overtime to cut your hair, and I have to pay your wages
Han Dong continued to beg, with a very pitiful tone.
"Second uncle, give me some money~"
Wang Zhongding replied angrily: "I'll talk about it later."
Han Dong still didn't let go, grumbling endlessly.
"Second uncle, give me some money~~Second uncle, give me some money~~"
Wang Zhongding felt uncomfortable all over, so he had to take out a few hundred dollars with a sullen face, and handed it to Han Dong bluntly.
After getting the money, Han Dong quickly got up and walked towards the door.
"Aren't you going to clean up the stubble? Don't look for me after a while." Wang Zhongding warned coldly.
Han Dongyi went out without hesitation.
Wang Zhongding went back to the office again, because there were still some things to deal with, and because he had a premonition that Han Dong would come back, he delayed for a while. After looking at the watch, it was nearly four o'clock, and it was unlikely that Han Dong would come back. So I tidied up my desk and took a shower. After finishing everything, I could finally have a good rest.
As a result, within three minutes of lying down, the damn doorbell rang.
Wang Zhongding walked to the door with a gloomy face, his blood pressure shot up instantly.
Han Dong said dully, "The neck is tied up in a panic."
"..."
When Han Dong woke up the next morning, he felt an inexplicable pain in his neck and shoulders, especially when he combed his hair. Fortunately, today's braid is surprisingly stylish. In the past, there would always be a few miscellaneous hairs overflowing, but today it is unusually neat, making the face more sharp and three-dimensional, and instantly cured Han Dong.
During breakfast, Yu Ming rarely spoke.
"Is your wooden bed finished?"
"The rib cage has been cut, and today I will make the tenons."
Yu Ming said again: "I think there are still a lot of wood left."
"Don't worry, I can't waste it. I have planned it a long time ago. After I finish the bed, I can make a wooden bucket that can take a bath. After I finish the wooden barrel, I can also make a wooden basin. After I finish the wooden basin, I can also make a wooden bowl. After I finish the wooden basin, I can also make a wooden bowl. The wooden bowl can also be used as a pair of wooden chopsticks, and after the wooden chopsticks are finished, a box of toothpicks can be made. Even if the leftovers are cut off, stick it and stick it, you can also make a handicraft.”
Although Yu Ming is not good at expressing, it can be seen from his eyes that he still appreciates Han Dong's genius.
"I can also make a few handles, and I can give them to whoever is pleasing to the eye." Han Dong noticed that Yu Ming was looking at him, and immediately added with a smile, "Don't worry, you are indispensable."
Yu Ming didn't say anything, got up and went back to the room to bring a box of canned food.
Han Dong took a closer look, isn't this the canned food I ate at Wang Zhongding's? I have always been obsessed with this taste, but I ran to several supermarkets and couldn't buy it.
"Where did you buy it?" Han Dong hurriedly asked.
"I didn't buy it, it was a gift from a friend."
"Then ask your friend, where did he buy it?"
Yu Ming was silent for a long time before opening his mouth, "This is military canned food, not for takeaway."
Han Dong was not surprised when Wang Zhongding ate the special offering, but Han Dong was surprised by the friends Yu Ming was talking about. Because he knew Yu Ming's family background, and Yu Ming was so unsociable, how could he know that kind of friend? In fact, thinking about it further, it doesn't make sense for Yu Ming to enter this company, and after joining, he lives a life of rest every day...
"You won't be taken care of, will you?" Han Dong asked suddenly.
There was no wave in Yu Ming's eyes, and his tone was still cold: "You are the only one who has been taken care of."
Han Dong is right when he thinks about it. Which foster person keeps himself bored in the house every day
Unable to resist the temptation, Han Dong stuck his chopsticks into someone else's can, put a piece of twice-cooked pork into his mouth, and sure enough, it still tasted the same way. As he chewed, an inexplicable emotion came to his heart.
"I dreamed about my second uncle last night." Han Dong said.
Yu Ming has always been a good listener, because he never interrupts others.
"I was eight years old that year, and my second uncle's family added a little girl. There were already two children in the family, so he planned to adopt me to someone else's family. I still remember it clearly. I slept that night, I was also woken up by my second uncle, who said he would give me a haircut and deliver it to someone else’s house. At that time, I cried and begged my second uncle, but he was still determined to send me away. Later, I hugged my second uncle Uncle’s legs begged him to give me some money, do you know how much he gave me? He fumbled in his pocket for a long time before he took out five yuan, my heart... "
Yu Ming pointed to the money Han Dong took out from his pocket: "Isn't that five hundred?"
"I'm just making an analogy. Later, I ran away with the five dollars, and my second uncle chased after me. I... um?" Han Dong looked at the five red tickets in his hand again, only to realize that something was wrong. , "Where did this money come from?"
Yu Ming replied with his eyes: You don't even know, how could I know