The barber shop has been open for three years, but Zheng Siqi has never visited the shop, at least in Qiao Fengtian's impression, never. So that seeing him now, Qiao Fengtian thought for a moment that he came to find him on purpose.
"You..." Is something wrong
Until Zheng Siqi turned his head in surprise, pushed his glasses, and smiled at him, "You work here? I don't even know."
Qiao Fengtian felt embarrassed again for a while.
"Yes, yes."
"That's a coincidence." She put the phone in her pocket, "Just finished my work, come in and get a haircut."
No more suits and ties this time. Zheng Siqi only wore a cashmere sweater with a high-necked slim fit, looking at the soft tentacles, a navy blue that gently lifted the skin. A black down jacket hung on the back of the chair, and a knitted scarf was placed on it.
Qiao Fengtian's hands were as cold as ice packs. He was afraid that the guests would make him uncomfortable, so he poured some hot water into the mug he was drinking from. He held it in the palm of his hand for a few minutes, allowing the heat to slowly soak into the skin.
"How do you want to cut it?"
Qiao Fengtian put his hand on his shoulder and looked at Zheng Siqi's straight face in the mirror.
Zheng Siqi stroked the broken hair back and circled the top of his head with his finger, "Just trim it short, keep it simple."
"..." Qiao Fengtian was most afraid of being casually spoken, and as soon as he heard it, he felt that he had no idea what to do. Holding up the scissors, he stopped for a while, "... that's fine, just trim the front and back a little bit, and take off your glasses."
Zheng Siqi's hair is fluffy and black, with a delicate swirl at the top. Qiao Fengtian used his knuckles to clip out a uniform lock, open the flat scissors and gently brush it along the end of the hair; separate a thin lock and use the tips of the scissors to cut at the above points. Pass. The density of the hair tail is thinned, leaving room for ventilation while retaining the original gradient level.
Qiao Fengtian took out a fine-toothed comb in the pocket of his apron, stroked it from top to bottom along the flow of his hair, turned his hand and lifted it up with the back of his teeth. From the side, Zheng Siqi's hair on the back of his head is of moderate length, showing a smooth and smooth micro-arc.
Qiao Fengtian turned the chair and made Zheng Siqi face the mirror sideways, "Almost... Is this okay?"
In fact, Qiao Fengtian's technology can be considered top-notch in this area. Others are stubborn, have strong self-esteem, and do not admit defeat. When they were in high school, they secretly practiced more diligently than others. I also participated in a lot of competitions of varying sizes, and those who went for the prize money also lost a lot of laurels.
Jin'er looked at Zheng Siqi until he was able to talk, but suddenly became mysteriously unconfident.
"It's pretty good." Zheng Siqi put on his glasses, squinted his eyes, and raised his mouth helplessly, "It's just according to your aesthetics, it's not that particular about it."
From officials and bosses down to the common people, Qiao Fengtian has cut a few hairs on their heads, and he has never seen himself so guilty. Should it be said that he drank too much and his head was not very bright for the time being, or that it was just because of the person sitting, that Qiao Fengtian was unable to distinguish.
"Then cut it like this."
No longer distracted, Qiao Fengtian turned his chair upright and lowered his head to cut.
There were no new customers during the cutting process. The only sound in the store was the "click, click" of the scissors opening and closing, and the song "Ideal Sanxian" hummed by Chen Hongyu. Qiao Fengtian doesn't like folk songs, but he especially likes this one.
Just get old, don't wake up alone
you long to leave
Just nowhere to stop
Just sing, close your eyes
And the collapse of tears
It's just the existence that didn't arrive
"That child."
At the end of the song, in the interval between changing songs, Zheng Siqi suddenly opened his mouth, making Qiao Fengtian stop the scissors in his hand, "Huh?"
"What happened to the one my student hit, I forgot to ask later, sorry." said Lu Zhichun.
"He, turn your head slightly to the left." Qiao Fengtian hunched his waist and carefully trimmed Zheng Siqi's sideburns with electric clippers, "It's alright, it's alright, you don't have to worry about it."
It had nothing to do with you.
"That's good."
After finishing the outline, Qiao Fengtian led Zheng Siqi to wash his hair in the cubicle. Zheng Siqi turned the high collar down one more time, and Qiao Fengtian reached out and tucked a clean towel into the collar. Zheng Siqi went to the platform, but his neck was stuck in the groove just right, and his legs came out a lot.
Qiao Fengtian saw that he had "nowhere to put it", and he didn't know whether his feet were up or down, but he couldn't help laughing.
"How tall are you, the bed can't even fit."
Zheng Siqi coughed lightly and stretched the hem of his clothes, "Last year's physical examination was 1.88 meters, and this year, I feel a little smaller."
Qiao Fengtian tested the water temperature on the back of his hand, and then said happily, "I never heard that it can grow back."
"Time makes people grow old, after all, they are getting older." Zheng Siqi closed his eyelids, put his hands on his stomach and smiled, "No way." Said himself like a white-bearded old man at the end of the day.
Qiao Fengtian looked at Zheng Siqi's face while wetting his hair, but fortunately, he closed his eyes, so he didn't appear rude. He really looks decent, and he can't pick out any faults if he picks up any facial features. Especially the delicate and symmetrical eyebrows, inexplicably showing a sense of craftsmanship.
At that time, the store was opened and decorated with lamps selected by Qiao Fengtian. Instead of incandescent lamps, they installed hanging buttons with warm yellow light. The brightness is not high, and it is better to look comfortable and pleasing to the eye. At this moment, the warm yellow light enveloped Zheng Siqi's face, like a layer of beeswax warm sunshine.
Close your eyes and take a nap in the sun.
"Is your scalp itchy?"
Qiao Fengtian's five fingers rubbed into Zheng Siqi's hair, raised the back of his hand, and gently rubbed his scalp with the soft flesh of his fingertips. Zheng Siqi's hair is thick and thick, and the fingertips can feel obvious friction in the process of rubbing.
"It's not very itchy, I just washed it last night." He pinched between his eyebrows.
Qiao Fengtian didn't speak, wiped off the shampoo on his hands, put his hands on both sides of Zheng Siqi's temples, and rubbed his thumbs in a circular motion with a homeopathic needle. Seeing that a piece of hair fell on the bridge of Zheng Siqi's nose, Qiao Fengtian wiped his hands, and without thinking, stretched it out and took it out.
Zheng Siqi suddenly opened his eyes.
"What, what's wrong?" He didn't expect to be able to look directly at him, making Qiao Fengtian's hand stagnate, and he quickly blinked, "Shampoo stung your eyes?"
"Do you have a cold?"
"what?"
"From the beginning, I saw that your face was very red."
People were stunned to ask.
"No." Qiao Fengtian reacted for a few seconds before smiling lightly, "Drinking. But don't worry, I'll keep my hands steady and I'll cut it for you."
By the time he finished cutting his hair, it was nearly nine o'clock when Zheng Siqi drove home.
Holding a stack of materials, Zheng Siqi trotted all the way from the first floor to the fourth floor, and hurriedly took the key and finished the two locks. Standing at the entrance, he changed his shoes and shouted, "Xiaozao? Zaoer?"
I turned on the wall lamp in the living room, and no one responded quietly.
Putting down the documents, Zheng Siqi couldn't help frowning, and shouted a few more times, while walking hurriedly to the back room.
As he passed the sofa, he glanced down and saw Zheng Yu's doll with a big mouth under his head, with a small duvet covering his stomach, and his grin was facing Duke Zhou. Two little feet stretched out of the quilt, one was socked, the other was bare. On the coffee table was a mess of workbooks and a small box of unfinished rabbit cakes.
Zheng Siqi flew all the way to the heart of the tonsils, and finally fell into his stomach like a jumping machine.
Reaching out his hand and gently touching Zheng Yu's warm face, Zheng Siqi squatted down on one knee and knelt on the edge of the sofa, smiled and whispered in her ear, "You have a cold, little girl."
Zheng Yu didn't wake up at all, but pouted softly and hummed. Zheng Siqi's heart trembled because of his cuteness, and he rested his forehead for a while.
Really reluctant to disturb her daughter's sweet dreams, Zheng Siqi didn't continue to shout, bowed his head and gently picked up the little man from the sofa. Seeing that Zheng Yu was leaning his head in his arms, he walked steadily towards the small bedroom.
Zheng Yu's nickname is Xiaozao, and Zheng Siyi picked it up at random. It is said that Zheng Yu was in fetal distress before birth and had symptoms of temporary hypoxia. When he was born, he looked like a small wrinkled lump with the color of pig liver. How ugly he looked. Zheng Siyi said that it was called a jujube, and it looked like it anyway, and by the way, let's see if Chang Kai can look at the dessert.
Later, after two or three months, the yellow gall on his face disappeared, and he suddenly turned into pink and jade, and he was whiter and more beautiful than anyone else.
Zheng Yu likes pink, so Zheng Siqi changed the small bedroom to a water pink. Powder wall powder bed, powder table powder lamp, if you don't know, you will be dazzled when you enter the door.
Just hunched over to put Zheng Yu's little head on the pillow, the little girl's eyelashes flickered upwards, and she woke up suddenly.
"Awake?" Zheng Siqi lowered his voice.
Zheng Yu didn't speak, he plunged into Zheng Siqi's arms with drooping eyelids, hugging him and rubbing hard not to look up. Zheng Siqi was not in a hurry, knowing that she was going to act like a spoiled child for a while after she woke up, and let her use her face to grind her chest to the point of pain.
"You said you'd be back soon..."
"I'm sorry, sorry." Zheng Siqi smiled and touched the back of her furry head, "Dad cut his hair and it was late. I did something wrong."
Zheng Yu raised his face and stared at Zheng Siqi with round and bright eyes.
"It's short."
"Of course, it's cut off." He said softly.
"It's beautiful..."
"Huh?" Zheng Siqi smiled for a moment.
Zheng Yu buried his face in his arms again and muttered, "Dad has become better looking than before he went out..."
This made Zheng Siqi's heart tremble again.