Su Mo's shoulder had an old injury. After searching for snow grass all night, his injury recurred, and he couldn't lift his left hand at all. After a good night's sleep, the pain was even worse, so that morning he didn't pull back his hair, and went to eat breakfast with a black hair loose.
Opposite the dining table, Xuecao gave him a light look: "Go back and tie your hair, you can't go to the mountains to collect medicine like this."
Su Mo smiled helplessly: "My shoulder hurts and I can't lift it up." He paused and said with some expectation, "Why don't you, Xuecao, help me with my hair? Like before."
Xuecao put down his chopsticks and stared at Su Mo, trying to use this to awaken his self-knowledge. Obviously, she underestimated Su Mo's face. He turned around with a smile and walked into the back room, sitting in front of the dressing mirror. Softly called Snow Grass: "Would you help me get the bun like I used to? I always can't do it myself."
Snow Grass was silent for a long time outside, and Su Mo inside also clenched her fists and waited anxiously. She probably won't come in. After all, for Snow Grass, "before" may be the thing she most wants to forget.
Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the snow grass actually came in, she picked up the comb on the dressing table without a glance, brushed his loose hair a few times, and almost ripped it off. Su Mo's scalp, Su Mo smiled bitterly: "Xuecao, it's not good to take the opportunity to take revenge."
"Don't you know, I've always been a woman who fell into trouble." She spoke ruthlessly, but her hands were indeed much softer. The long hair in his hand was as soft as before, and he put Xuecao in the house where the cigarettes curled up in a trance. Su Mo was still the doormaster who always smiled, and she was the girl he picked up, the only one who could get close to him. people.
Blinking her eyes, Yukino came back to her senses, and saw that the blue silk in her hands had been mixed with a little white hair, this person... These years have not been easy.
She tried her best to shake off the thoughts floating in her heart, combed her hair hastily, and then tied him into a bun at will and fastened it with a hairpin. Su Mo was a little disappointed: "It's not the kind it used to be."
"You can dismantle yourself and start over." Snow Grass said with a sullen face, "When you're done, go up the mountain with me."
She turned around and wanted to leave, but Su Mo grabbed her hand: "Xuecao's hair is a little looser today. It's a courtesy to go back and forth. Would you like me to hold your hair for you?"
Snow Grass wanted to refuse decisively, but looking at Su Mo's expression, she didn't know why she couldn't say anything cruel, because Su Mo, who had been laughing heartlessly, had never shown such a bitter expression, just like her. If he refuses, he may cry.
Yukino sat down and spread her hair out.
Su Mo stood behind her, combing her hair slowly, strand by strand. Compared with him, Snow Grass's previous movements were like killing chickens.
This was the first time, in front of Su Mo, Snow Grass was sitting and he was standing. Yukino thought absentmindedly, maybe now it's what he said before - they are really like an ordinary couple, watching ordinary years flow quietly around them day after day.
"Xuecao has bad hair." Su Mo pinched a strand of her hair and said in disgust, "It's dry and yellow, haven't you eaten well?"
Of course it can't be compared with you, Young Master Su... She turned the harsh words around in her mouth, swallowed them, and replaced them with a less harsh sentence: "What do you want with such beautiful hair, and you can't eat it."
Su Mo smiled, then bent down, put her lips on her hair, and dropped a light kiss: "Would you like me to eat?"
This is... naked molestation.
Xuecao's ears turned red, she turned her head, quickly grabbed her hair, and glared at Su Mo fiercely. But the red-faced girl, no matter how angry she is, looks shy. Su Mo laughed unkindly again. But before the smile widened, his eyes suddenly fell on the back of Yukinoka's neck.
The ugly brown scar clings quietly to it, extending into her collar.
Su Mo lost his mind, and subconsciously reached out to touch it. Snow grass suddenly reacted, suddenly turned to the side, covered the back of her neck with one hand, and stared at Su Mo coldly, no longer shy.
Su Mo felt that his throat was a little hoarse: "That's... what's the matter?"