Just lying on the edge of the bathtub and daydreaming, Lu Xiaochan actually fell asleep.
It was a very sound sleep. When he opened his eyes, he saw the young boy in his dream sitting in a very empty room.
The four sides are pure white and crystal, just like a mirror, which makes it feel even more desolate.
The young boy had a bitter face, tilted his head in front of the mirror, and pulled his hair.
There was a small round area on the left side of his head where all the hair had fallen out!
The young boy kept fiddling with his hair unwillingly, trying to cover up the small bald spot, but no matter how he fiddled, the bald spot was still so obvious.
"Ah! Ah! I actually have alopecia areata! Everyone calls me 'little fairy boy', 'little fairy boy'! Has anyone ever seen a little fairy boy with alopecia areata!" The young boy felt extremely aggrieved, and then he punched the mirror-like wall, "It's all that old liar! He tricked me into coming here! It's so cold here, and there's white baldness everywhere! So I'm bald on my head too!"
"Besides, that Sword Sect Master is pure-hearted and doesn't even fart every day! I don't even have anyone to talk to! Every night when I sleep, I shiver while hugging the quilt! I don't feel any warmth at all! I have bald spots because of excessive worry!"
The young boy was not giving up and moved all the hair on the right side to the left side, but the small bald spot was close to the hairline and could not be covered!
"Ah! Ah!" The young boy ruffled his hair, looked at his own shadow on the wall, and actually laughed, "Three thousand strands of trouble - it doesn't matter if I don't have them all! I'll cut them all off. If I'm completely bald, I won't care about a small spot of baldness anymore!"
After he came to his senses, the young boy hummed a little tune, took out a small dagger from his waist, and started shaving his own head.
There was a rustling sound in his ears, and strands of soft black hair left his body and fell down.
Just when he was about to finish his task, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. Before he could turn around, the hand holding the dagger was grabbed and his wrist bone was almost broken. The young boy screamed "Ouch!" and his fingers loosened. The sound of the dagger falling to the ground lingered for a long time.
"What are you doing?"
The cold voice resonated with the walls on all four sides, oppressing the young boy so much that he couldn't raise his head.
"I have alopecia areata! So I want to shave my head!"
"Bald?"
"Bald means no hair!"
"Why?"
“Um… um… I need to apply some medicine! It’s inconvenient because of my hair!” The young boy stared at his wrist eagerly.
It's almost broken! Not only does he have alopecia areata, but he's also going to have his arms and legs broken
The other party let go of his hand and the young boy ran away.
"I'm a guest, so I won't clean up! The hair on the floor will be blown away with just a wave of your sleeves!"
He ran desperately in the long corridor, fearing that the other party would catch him again.
After running a long way, he found that no one was chasing him except his own footsteps, so he turned back.
I only saw the figure who was always standing tall and still in the same place, slowly bending down, as if picking up strands of hair on the ground with his hands.
It was as if it was not his hair, but the softest and most precious brocade in the world.
"It's just hair..."
The young boy turned around and ran all the way back to a small hut, where he tinkered with the herbs to make a pitch-black, pungent paste, which he brushed on a plaster and stuck to his bald areas with a "pop".
He sat down and looked around, then looked right. Even though his eyes were about to tear up from the fumes from the ointment, he decided to endure it.
Firstly, having long hair is important, and secondly, he can sit in front of that annoying guy and suffocate him!
"Eh? The more I look at him, the more he looks like the unlucky god in the opera who is holding a broken bowl and leaking money everywhere." Lu Xiaochan touched his head, "Who cares!"
He ran all the way to the room of the annoying guy who was always hanging in his mouth.
The other person had his back turned and was putting something into a long brocade box. When he heard him come in, he quickly closed the box.
The young boy sat cross-legged and raised his chin: "What treasure is hidden?"
"Nothing." The man in a plain long gown sat down. He had beautiful wrists, the curve of his wrist bones was elegant yet revealed a hint of strength. His slender fingers calmly opened the scroll.
The young boy deliberately moved his head closer, just to see if the other person would at least sneeze when smelling the pungent smell of the plaster, even if he didn't cry.
Who knew that he would reach out his hand, gently touch the boy's bald head, and just say: "It will grow out."
The young boy continued to keep his head stretched out, he didn't believe that he wouldn't be smoked.
But the man really didn't react at all, but his eyes turned red from the smoke, and the place where the plaster was applied was hot and painful.
The young boy decided not to use this method which would not only fail to kill the enemy but also injure eight thousand of his own men.
After a few days, hair really started to grow where the boy had applied the medicine.
At first, it was just a small, sparse patch of fur, soft and tender, but the little boy was very happy and would touch it several times every day. It seemed that his lonely and joyless life had a little hope.
But one night, when the boy woke up because he had to pee, he was no longer happy.
He was sleeping on his side, and before he turned over, he found someone lying on his side behind him.
Because the other person's chest was very warm, the cold-fearing little boy kept burrowing his back into the other person's arms. The other person actually took the opportunity to hug him and gently touched the little hair that had just grown on the top of his head with his fingers!
Sometimes he fiddled with it with his fingertips, sometimes he rubbed it gently with his knuckles, over and over again, endlessly!
How outrageous!
The young boy immediately pushed backwards with his elbow, but the other party hugged him and turned over, pushing him down.
When the young boy met those eyes, he was stunned. He knew that the man had beautiful eyes.
The eye sockets are deep, the contours are elegant and gentle, and the tails of the eyes are slightly raised, bringing a touch of sharpness.
But the young boy saw the eternal candle flame in these eyes, burning on its own, as if expecting something during the long and numb time.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
The tone was still light and no emotion could be heard. I don't know if it was because when he spoke, the warm breath reached the boy's lips and brushed across his upper lip silently.
"You...what are you doing touching me there?"
What should I do if my hair, which I have worked so hard to grow, becomes bald
He stared with his round eyes, to make himself look as powerful as possible. But the other person's gaze was always indifferent, and he got tired of staring, so he blinked.
"Because your hair is soft."
The young boy suddenly realized something: "Wait! When did you start touching my hair?!"
"every day."
A drop of water fell into the hot oil pan, and it exploded!
The young boy felt a surge of anger rushing from his chest to his forehead: "It turns out that the bald spots on my head were caused by you touching them! You made my head bald because you touched the same spot every time!"
"yes."
The other party actually answered as if it was a matter of course!
"Why do you always touch me here!" the young boy asked, pointing to the bald spot on his forehead.
Although he immediately realized that what he should be concerned about is that this person is crazy. He runs to his bedside and touches his hair all night!
"Because I can still touch your eyebrows."
Shouldn't I be so grateful for your honesty
No, I still have my eyebrows! Thank God!
"Go away - don't sleep next to me anymore! Don't touch my hair! You can't touch me anywhere!"
The young boy got angry and raised his hand to push the other person's shoulder, but the other person did not move at all, lying on his side looking at him without even a tremor. But for the first time, the young boy saw his brows frowned.
"Why not?"
"Touching someone else's hair is a quirk! Bad habits must be changed!" The young boy had a fierce look on his face and pushed the other person hard again, but this time his wrist was grabbed and he was pulled over.
"I don't like touching other people's hair." He lowered his eyes and looked at the young boy. His voice was close to his ear. It was not loud but very powerful, as if he would bite the boy's ear at any time.
"You're lying! You don't like touching other people's hair! And you even made me bald!"
The young boy gritted his teeth and decided to avenge his bald head. He drew a circle in the air with his fingertips, and before he could cast a spell, the opponent's palm came up, and the spell was instantly turned into ashes.
Then, the young boy's fingers were also firmly grasped, and the other party released his mysterious spiritual energy. The two thousand years of cultivation instantly suppressed the young boy.
"I don't like other people's hair, I only like yours."
A word fell softly.
"You are bullying me! Two thousand years of cultivation is amazing! Are you bullying me for only six hundred years?"
The young boy struggled hard, and the newly grown hair on his head kept rubbing against the other person's chin.
"Don't move."
He spoke a little faster than usual, and his arms tightened suddenly, nearly breaking the boy's bones. Moreover, the Xuanling Qi released by the other party seemed to condense into some kind of formation, which directly suppressed the boy to the point that he could not even move a finger except for blinking his eyes.
"Can you please stop touching that spot on my head..."
The young boy finally realized the gap between them in terms of cultivation level. All the struggles were meaningless. What made him even more angry was that the other party didn't understand his dissatisfaction and didn't care. He could only settle for the next best thing...
"Why?"
"Let me be more evenly bald..."
The young boy was extremely resentful.