In the winter of 1990, the biggest nightmare of first-year children in Nanjiang Township School was cutting their hair.
The reason was that when Lan Yifeng was inspecting the self-study class, he accidentally saw a lice crawling out of Fang Ying's head with a long braid. Afterwards, she subconsciously walked around the class, and found that many girls had more or less white flowers on their heads.
Lan Yifeng returned to the podium with a sullen face, picked up the pointer "bang-bang" for a few clicks, and the chalk dust was dancing incessantly. After a long time, she coldly announced: "From tomorrow, within three days, the female classmates will all cut off their hair. The standard is that the ears are not enough for the shoulders."
As soon as the voice fell, the girls all looked at each other in panic, but due to the power of the teacher, they did not dare to scream.
Qianmai took a breath of air, and quickly scanned the classroom, and found that most girls have long hair, and most of them are long back. The little girl’s hair is too long, and the farmers are negligent in taking care and cleaning, especially in winter, washing hair with water is a big project. I heard that the thing would fly. Once a classmate has lice on the head, it will be sooner or later that the girl’s ears and temples will spread.
Qianmai suddenly shivered with goose bumps all over his body. It seems that Zhou Xingxing is definitely a strongman. She can't do it in death, pointing at the horrible and disgusting thing and yelling "Little Concubine". Therefore, Qianmai resolutely supports Shitai's wise decision.
When the school bell rang, Lan Yifeng had just stepped out of the classroom door. Fang Ying was surrounded by a group of girls and was directly promoted to the culprit. The girls from class (2) also ran in crying and criticized. It turned out that Zhang Xuemei was determined to emulate Lan Yifeng after inspecting the situation. This can make the girls who change their hair styles and love to dress up every day.
Back home, I met Qian Liqin and Lan Meier who were chatting at the gate. When talking about the situation, the two hurriedly turned over and flipped their hair. Fortunately, there is no one who has always been freshened up and diligent Qian Wheat. But Qian Xiaofen was not so lucky, and as soon as he stripped off his thick hair, the snow-white Guzi was exposed. Lan Meier slapped her back on the back of her head again, cursing, went back to the house and took the scissors "Ticket" just a few times. Before Qian Xiaofen had time to protest, she died of braids after four or five years of hard work.
Qian Liqin hopes that her daughter can continue to have long hair. My daughter was not at home before, and I never combed her hair. Later, when she came back, she changed her hair style from time to time and dressed her daughter neatly and beautifully. This was a different kind of pleasure from raising a son. But since the teacher said it clearly, it seemed unwise for the parents to sing the opposite, so he went back to the room and took the scissors to prepare to do it.
Unexpectedly, Qianmai snatched the scissors from Qianliqin's hand, flicked the ponytail and walked outside, and said as he walked, "I'm looking for grandma to cut it for me."
Inside the room, the Qianjia grandma was very strange when she heard that: "Why don't you let your mother cut it?"
Qianmai replied smoothly: "Grandma's hands are more stable. I like my grandma to cut it for me." In fact, I have never been able to find a common topic with my grandma. Among the whole family, she had the least dealings with her grandma.
The Qianjia grandma did not refuse, took the scissors, took her own horn comb, and gently smoothed her granddaughter’s long hair over and over again, saying: “It’s really a good hair. It’s dark and dense. It’s really cut. unfortunately."
Qian Mai whispered and took the stubborn words: "I can stay when I grow up. I stay too long now, and my mother is bothering."
"Yeah." Qianjia's grandma nodded: "Now I'm going to school, I won't have time to take care of it in the morning. After washing my hair in winter, it is easy to freeze when the wind blows, and short hair is easier to handle."
There was a cold cut through the hair, occasionally touching the neck and neck, so cool, Qianmai shivered for no reason, is this grandma's eyes so good
Qianjia's grandma didn't speak any more, a few large scissors went down and cut her hair, Qingwu fluttered and fell to the ground one after another, leaving a little past her ears, and a cool winter breeze poured into her neck brake. After that, Qianjia's grandmother became more and more patient and meticulous, carefully observing the horizontal, vertical, far, and near directions, and then dividing it into one strand and slowly trimming it.
There was no sound in the room for a long time, only the soft "click" of the scissors was heard. For a long time, the Qianjia grandmother muttered to herself affectionately while fixing her hair: "Although your dad is not kissing me, I still feel pain in my heart for your sister and brother. Over the past few months, Seeing you do things and talk well, it seems that your grandparents Luodian taught you very well."
Qianmai thought briefly, and asked in a low voice: "Grandma, why don't you like Dad?"
The grandmother of the potential family didn't expect such a small child to say a word, she was slightly stunned, and then said: "It's not that you don't like it, it's because your dad does things too rigidly and alone. Like this TV tower battle for land. , There is no one in the village to speak for your dad. Others think your dad is a foreigner, and they all come up to bully... But your second uncle is different. This time it hurts others, he has done a little bit too much. . But after all, he was born and raised in Nanjiang, and many people say a word to respond. If anything happens to our family in the future, your second uncle will have to come forward to help. You have to be nice to their family."
The Qianjia grandma paused for a while, then sighed heavily, her voice getting softer and lighter: "Your dad can't afford to work in Nanjiang. Besides... He is not close to our old couple..."
It turned out that the old lady knew everything well. And this kind of estrangement and heart knot between relatives without conflicts and contradictions is the most helpless and sad.
After hearing this, Qianmai was bitter in his heart, not knowing what to say, so she blinked her eyes pretending to be innocent, and said: "Grandma, Dad raised us up, and Xiaohai and I study hard to learn our skills. What will happen to the family in the future? Don't be afraid."