"Mom..." The red color on the little zombie's face became more obvious, and his embarrassed little hands no longer knew where to put them.
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Here, these are pajamas. You can take them and put them on first." Chu Xia handed the pajamas in front of the little zombie and said with a smile: "It's still early now. There are shops outside. It’s not open yet, I’ll buy you new clothes when the mall opens.”
"Thank you, mother..." The little zombie took the clothes Chu Xia handed him with a blushing face, and then shrank back behind the bathroom door.
After a while, there was a rustling sound of changing clothes.
Immediately afterwards, the bathroom door was pushed open, and the little zombie wearing Zong Yu's cotton pajamas, dragging his long sleeves and trouser legs, walked out uncomfortably.
"Pfft..." Chu Xia couldn't help laughing when she saw the scene in front of her.
Zong Yu's pajamas were too big for Xiao Xuan, and the sleeves were almost as big as those of an opera singer.
"Come on, come on." Chu Xia waved to the little zombie, motioning for him to come over, then squatted down, held his arm, rolled up his sleeves, and said with a smile: "This is what Xiaoxuan is wearing. It's still a little big, but when you grow up, it will be just right."
"Hmm..." Xiaoxuan blushed and stood in front of Chuxia. The yellow Taoist talisman on his head was fluttering, and his long wet hair hung down behind him.
"This little guy..." Zong Yu narrowed his clear eyes and looked at the little zombie standing in front of Chu Xia, and said in a gentle voice: "Should that long hair be cut off? What kind of era is this? That man is still... With hair that long.”
"Cut... cut your hair??" The little zombie suddenly jumped back as if frightened. A pair of dark brown eyes looked at Zong Yu with horror.
"Yes." Chu Xia nodded, smiled and said to the little zombie: "Xiao Xuan, it's not the Qing Dynasty anymore. Look, your father and Uncle Zong Yu don't have long hair or braids. , when we came back together in the car today, the other boys you saw didn’t have braids, right??”
"...Hmm..." The little zombie tilted his head and thought carefully, then nodded uncertainly and responded.
"So...um...mother...can I cut your hair?" Chu Xia was still not used to calling herself mother for the time being, but in order to cut his hair, that was all she could say.
"Okay..." There were tears in the little zombie's eyes. His mother's fate cannot be violated, and he must listen to what his mother said... Wuwuwu...
"Zong Yu, do you have any scissors here?" Chu Xia turned around and asked Zong Yu who was sitting on the sofa.
"Wait a moment, I'll get it." Zong Yu responded, then stood up and walked towards the study.
Twenty minutes later.
A little boy with a shaved head, wearing big and long pajamas, with tears in his eyes, stood in the middle of the living room.
"Well... pretty good, pretty good..." Chu Xia smiled awkwardly at the little zombie, with a hint of guilt in her tone.
Sigh... It's all because of the bad-looking hairstyle in the Qing Dynasty. The front of Xiaoxuan's head was bare, and even if there were braids at the back, it would look strange if it was cut short. So I simply shaved his head. Anyway, his hair will look better in the future. grown...
(End of chapter)