"Creak~" the sound of opening the door sounded.
Sheng Jiaoyang, who was wiping his hair in the bathroom, was startled. He stuck his head out and looked at the door, and saw Xu Qing walking in.
"Why are you back?" Didn't you go to work? It was just before four o'clock in the afternoon, and Xu Qing went out at almost one o'clock. Excluding the round trip time, it only took about two hours.
When Xu Qing heard her daughter's voice, she quickly calmed down the heavy look on her face and replied with a forced smile: "The boss asked us to get off work early today."
"Oh." Sheng Jiaoyang retracted his head and continued to wipe his hair.
It was not easy for her to take a bath. After studying in the small kitchen for a long time, she found an electric kettle in a hidden corner and boiled hot water for use.
The worst thing was that after taking a shower, I discovered that Xu Jiaojiao didn't have any skin care products at all.
"Jiaojiao, didn't you have lunch at noon?" At this time, Xu Qing had already seen the untouched food on the dining table.
Sheng Jiaoyang hung the towel on the wall, walked out of the bathroom holding up his half-wet bangs with his left hand, and said in an understatement: "No appetite."
When Xu Qing saw Sheng Jiaoyang, she was startled. She felt that the daughter in front of her was a little different from the one she saw before going to work. She looked at her daughter carefully and suddenly noticed the clothes on her daughter: "What are you wearing?" …”
"Remade from old clothes." Sheng Jiaoyang pointed to the rags on the ground beside the bed.
"Oh, by the way," Sheng Jiaoyang looked at Xu Qing, "The teacher just called me and asked me to get the admission notice. Since you came back early, please accompany me to the school."
"Is the admission notice here? Great, let's go now." Xu Qing was surprised when she heard the admission notice.
The corners of Sheng Jiaoyang's mouth curled up slightly.
After following Xu Qing through several alleys and arriving at the back door of the school, Sheng Jiaoyang unexpectedly discovered that Xu Jiaojiao's school was not far from where she lived.
When Xu Qing stopped, Sheng Jiaoyang said immediately: "The teacher said he was waiting for us in the office."
Sure enough, Xu Qing took Sheng Jiaoyang towards a certain building again.
When I saw the teacher who called Sheng Jiaoyang, he was sitting behind his desk scrolling through his cell phone.
"Teacher Jiao." Xu Qing greeted him proactively.
Teacher Jiao looked up and smiled when he saw the two of them: "Mom Jiaojiao is here too."
"Teacher Xinxin is waiting here."
"That's right. The admission notices for the first batch of volunteers have all come out. The last thing I, as the head teacher, can do for these children is hand over the notices to them with my own hands."
Xu Qing nodded, looking expectantly at the admission notice under Teacher Jiao's hand.
Teacher Jiao noticed Xu Qing's gaze, smiled, handed over Xu Jiaojiao's admission notice, and said, "Jiaojiao did well in the exam and was admitted to F University, the best university in our province."
"But Jiaojiao," Teacher Jiao looked at Sheng Jiaoyang, "I remember when I asked you about your choice before the college entrance examination, you said you wanted to major in finance. I didn't expect you to be more interested in language majors..."
"English Department of the School of Foreign Languages?" At this time, Xu Qing also saw the contents of the admission notice clearly, and she looked at Sheng Jiaoyang in surprise.
The teacher's words and Xu Qing's expression made Sheng Jiaoyang's eyelids twitch. Is there any hidden secret behind the wish filled in by the original owner
On the way back, Xu Qing finally couldn't help but ask: "Jiaojiao, on the day you filled in your application, you told me that your first choice was for a finance major, but why were you admitted to the English department? Did you obey the professional allocation?"
"Maybe," Sheng Jiaoyang said indifferently, "The English major is pretty good too."
"But your weakest thing is English!"
Well…
Sheng Jiaoyang blinked, okay, I almost forgot that she was now Xu Jiaojiao.
"Jiaojiao, do you think you don't want to repeat another year? Otherwise, it will be very hard to study." Xu Qing said in a negotiating tone.
"No!" After saying this, Sheng Jiaoyang realized that her tone was too strong. She cleared her throat and lowered her voice and said: "It doesn't matter. Now I find that the English major is really good. Whether you are going abroad or joining a foreign company, you must first learn English well. Right? Since I can successfully enter the university and my learning ability is pretty good, the most important thing in the future is to spend more time on English."
To be honest, at first, Sheng Jiaoyang was quite worried about what Chinese department Xu Jiaojiao would choose! You must know that she went to live in Europe with her grandfather when she was ten years old. Later, she studied financial management in order to become an excellent heir to her grandfather. If she was admitted to the Chinese major, then she would have to consider changing her major.
"Jiaojiao, you have to work harder from now on." Xu Qing said helplessly.
"Yeah." Sheng Jiaoyang pulled down her long bangs that were a bit eye-catching and suddenly stopped.
"Do you have any money with you? I want to get a haircut."
Seeing Sheng Jiaoyang always messing with the bangs on his forehead, Xu Qing said, "I'll help you fix your bangs when you go home."
"I want to change my hairstyle, but this hairstyle is a bit too tacky, and I can't even complain."
Xu Qing's expression froze. She had been taking care of her daughter's hair since she was little...
"Okay, let's go to the barber shop." Xu Qing touched her pockets, thinking about the money, with a sad face.
Sheng Jiaoyang, who had to spend more energy on her feet because of her short-sightedness, did not notice the change in Xu Qing's expression at this moment. She was now thinking about what kind of hairstyle would suit her best.
Then we went around to the business hall where we paid the phone bill. There was a barber shop of less than 20 square meters right opposite the bus stop.
"Welcome!" When entering, a tall and thin male salesperson greeted him immediately.
"My daughter wants to change her hairstyle." Xu Qing said.
"Okay, this way please-"
Sheng Jiaoyang looked at the shop with critical eyes. It was her first time to come to such a small barber shop. Looking at the decoration of the shop and the various strange hairstyles of the staff, she had given up hope on the skills of the barbers in this shop. .
Seeing the Shamate clerk trying to lead her to the hair washing area, Sheng Jiaoyang said quickly: "I just washed my hair, just cut it for me."
"Okay, then you sit here first." The Shamate clerk pulled out a lift chair.
Then another young man with a short cut hair who looked more comfortable came over. He stood behind Sheng Jiaoyang's chair, looked at her through the mirror in front of her, and said, "What kind of hairstyle do you want to change?"
"Do you have a pen and paper?" Sheng Jiaoyang asked without answering.
Ban Cuntou felt a little confused, but the customer was an uncle after all, so he turned around and asked someone to bring a pen and paper and handed it to Sheng Jiaoyang.
This shop is not big, and if there is any movement, everyone will know it. Whether it is a hairdresser or the clerk, they will look over curiously.
Sheng Jiaoyang ignored other people's looks. She spread the white paper on the dressing table in front of her and started drawing. In her flowing strokes, a head portrait of a girl with playful short broken hair appeared on the page.
The barber standing behind him was stunned.
The clerk who came over out of curiosity was stunned.
Even Xu Qing, who was waiting nearby, could not hide the surprise on her face at this time.
"Okay, let's get this haircut," Sheng Jiaoyang stopped writing, touched the white paper with his thin fingertips, and looked at the barber, "Is it okay?"
The barber came back to his senses, looked at Sheng Jiaoyang in amazement, and said, "No problem! I didn't expect you, beauty, to be an art student."
So much nonsense. Sheng Jiaoyang leaned back in her chair and saw that the barber was busy showing her paintings to others. She urged impatiently: "Please hurry up."
"Okay, right away."
Xu Qing was sitting next to her with mixed feelings. Two days ago at this time, when she received a call saying that Jiaojiao was in the hospital for emergency treatment, her soul was half scared away. Although it has been hard to raise her daughter alone these years, she feels it is worth it. What's more, Jiaojiao is very upbeat and her academic performance has always been very good. Who would have thought that one day she would actually hear that her well-behaved and sensible daughter would be hit by a car and... Went to the emergency room.
The traffic police showed her the surveillance video of the car accident scene. The responsibility did not lie with the driver. Jiaojiao was crossing the road crying at that time. The owner of the car suddenly braked. Although Jiaojiao was still knocked down, Jiaojiao was injured except for the back of her head. The minor concussion caused by hitting the ground was no other injury. Instead, something happened to the driver. It is said that the sudden braking caused the heart to be overloaded and caused a heart attack.
She didn't know what happened to her daughter that day. She wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask. Something that could make her daughter so sad and lost her soul must be a scar that can no longer be touched for her daughter.
Fortunately, Jiaojiao seemed to become more cheerful because of this... But she felt less and less understanding.
She didn't know that Jiaojiao was so good at painting. Jiaojiao had never painted at home before. As soon as she graduated, Jiaojiao sold all her books, exercise books and other papers to a scrap collector. Now she can't find them anymore. There are traces of Jiaojiao learning.
Seeing Jiaojiao's appearance slowly changing under the hairdresser's scissors, Xu Qing felt a little guilty. Because of her limited abilities, she could not provide her daughter with good living conditions all these years. In order to save money, she even helped her cut her hair. .
"Okay." The barber's voice interrupted Xu Qing's random thoughts.
Sheng Jiaoyang also opened his eyes, and what he saw was a brand new version of himself in the mirror - the thinned bangs on his forehead highlighted his pretty eyes, and the playful short sideburns on his cheeks made his small chin more delicate. Cute, the whole short hair is playful and lively, full of girlish style.
"How is it?" the barber asked expectantly.
"It's okay." Sheng Jiaoyang replied calmly.
"Beauty, would you like to take a photo together?"
"No," Sheng Jiaoyang glanced at the attentive barber, "I'm not a celebrity, and I don't like taking photos with strangers."
What's more, she could tell at a glance that the barber wanted to use her portrait for advertising.
"Can you leave this painting to us as a souvenir?" the barber asked relentlessly.
"What do you give in exchange?"
The barber was stunned, obviously not expecting that the painting would be exchanged for something, but he quickly realized: "I won't charge you this time."
"Okay, I'll draw another one, and you can do her hair too." Sheng Jiaoyang pointed at Xu Qing.
"No problem!" the barber readily agreed.
"No, no need, right?" Xu Qing waved her hand quickly.
"It's free, why don't you want it?" Sheng Jiaoyang looked at Xu Qing strangely, and started drawing without waiting for a response.
If she had money, she would have taken Xu Qing to the club and remodeled her whole body. It is enough for her good beauty to be squandered into the yellow-faced woman she is now.
Xu Qing's hair style is much more difficult to get than her own. It not only needs to be repaired but also permed. The hairdresser didn't complain at all, and worked quickly according to her design. However, because of the perm and pull, it took nearly four hours to complete the hairstyle. The barber shop also provided them with two snacks.
A hairstyle can really directly affect a person's appearance and temperament. After Xu Qing changed her hairstyle, she was completely transformed. She looked completely different from her previous look with a ponytail.
While admiring his masterpiece, the barber exclaimed: "Beauty, you have such talent that you can become an image designer."
The Shamate clerk who was working next to her couldn't help but interjected: "The beauty is so tall that she can be a model. Let's see who is doing well. She is more famous than ordinary celebrities."
"That's the world's supermodel. With so many models, how many can be successful in the end?" the barber curled his lips.
"But models make money quickly. Isn't there a supermodel selection show recruiting contestants recently? Those who win the championship will directly receive a million bonus. Not only the champion, but also the second and third runners-up will receive bonuses. Now many people have signed up. , even my sister ran to sign up. Beauty, you can also give it a try, maybe you can make it to the finals!" The Shamate clerk said a lot of things enthusiastically.
"My daughter has just been admitted to university, University F."
Xu Qing couldn't help but say that she always felt that studying was the right way out, not to mention that her daughter was admitted to a key university.
The Shamate clerk wanted to say something else, but the barber glared at him and shut his mouth angrily.
"Haha, I can tell from one look that your daughter will be a promising person in the future." The barber said with a haha.
"Thank you!" Xu Qing's face looked better.
"Let's go." Sheng Jiaoyang stood up.