Yi Chen stopped and looked at her, not knowing what emotion was in his dark eyes.
"I'm going shopping, I want to buy something." Mo Sheng whispered, "I can't help you anyway."
In fact, there is nothing to buy at all.
Walking aimlessly on the crowded streets, Mo Sheng felt a little depressed. Maybe it is wrong to choose to go shopping. Such a lively environment will only make lonely people more lonely.
This month has been like a dream.
The two who were about to be strangers suddenly had the most intimate marriage relationship. Without buffering, all the processes have been skipped, but the unfamiliar and intractable knots caused by years of separation cannot be skipped.
her father.
her previous marriage.
It seemed that the problem was all with her. Mo Sheng smiled wryly.
After visiting a few stores, trying on two sweaters, and looking at the person in the full-length mirror, I always felt that something was not right.
Probably from the heart.
Remember to cut your hair.
The best thing to look for in the city is the barber shop. When you leave the clothing store, you can see it when you look up.
Artistic hairdresser
The name was so familiar, Mo Sheng searched it in his mind, and finally remembered that this was a shop that Xiao Hong had highly recommended. Xiaohong's taste has always been terrible, but there are so many people waiting inside, so it's not like everyone is like Xiaohong.
Pushing open the door and sitting down, it was her turn after more than an hour.
"How do you want to cut it, miss?" the barber asked.
"Just a little bit."
"that's all?"
"Ok."
"That's great." Mr. Barber was a little weirdly happy, "I like to play freely." The last sentence was close to talking to himself, and Mo Sheng didn't pay much attention to it. After another hour or so...
Mo Sheng stared at the person in the mirror, how could it be
"Why does it look like this?" The unevenness seems to have been bitten by some animal.
"You don't think it looks good?" The barber glared at her aggressively, the scissors in his right hand were cold, and the hair dryer in his left hand cheered.
"Uh... No." Mo Sheng was immediately mighty and submissive, "Actually, take a closer look... it's pretty good."
"Really?" Mr. Barber looked suspiciously at the sincere Mo Sheng, "What do you think is good?"
where is good? Is combing and no combing the same effect
"Um... that, very... artistic, yes, very artistic." Thinking of the store name, Mo Sheng nodded affirmatively and emphasized.
"Really?" This "really" was a completely different tone, and Mr. Barber was so proud that his hair was flying.
With a big wave of his hand, the professional weapon made a beautiful arc in the air: "You don't need money for your head."
She doesn't want money for her head? Why does it sound so bloody, Mo Sheng cautiously confirms: "You mean I don't have to pay?"
"Yes, free."
"Why?" Mo Sheng was stunned. If it weren't for the expression on Mr. Barber's face, Mo Sheng would almost suspect that his cut was broken and he wouldn't dare to collect money.
The barber shook his head with a look of loneliness that no one understood: "Don't you know that art is priceless? That's why in my shop, I only charge money for broken heads, because that's a failed work, not art..."
It's very artistic logic, because people who listen to it don't understand it at all.
Before being successfully brainwashed by Mr. Barber to escape, Mo Sheng consciously stepped aside, and couldn't help looking at the window of the roadside shop frequently along the way.
Staring at the glass, the more she thought about it, the more she laughed, Mo Sheng couldn't help laughing out loud.
People passing by looked at her inexplicably, and it was hard to imagine that someone was so happy with such a head of hair.
"Miss, do you want to come into the store and take a look?"
The clerk's warm greeting sounded, and Mo Sheng realized that she had been staring at the model in the shop window for a long time. When she was in a daze, she liked to stare at something without moving her eyes. In the past, Yi Chen was often horrified by her staring.
"Okay." Mo Sheng walked into the store with a little embarrassment under the attentive smile of the clerk.
The store sells men's clothing from a well-known brand. Mo Sheng was just looking at it casually, but stopped in front of a trench coat.
A very simple style, Yi Chen's favorite color... He touched the collar involuntarily, imagining that if Yi Chen wore it, it would look good.
"Miss help your boyfriend to buy clothes? This is the latest model of this year. Now it's 20% off, only 3,002."
Mo Sheng was stunned when she heard it, it was so expensive, it was almost her salary for a month, where did she carry so much money with her. She shook her head apologetically to the clerk, who smiled kindly.
When he walked to the door of the store, he still felt reluctant, this dress really suits him. Mo Sheng suddenly thought of the card Yi Chen had given her.
Quickly walked back: "Can I swipe my card here?"
The "swoosh" sound stopped. "Miss, please sign here."
He picked up the pen and almost wrote his name habitually, but luckily remembered in time that this was Yi Chen's card, and he should sign "He Yichen".
He Yichen... has written his name many times.
What did she get angry with Yi Chen once? I don't remember much, but I only remember that she went to self-study alone, she took advanced mathematics, and she was working on a problem. It was obviously a draft. When she came back to her senses, the paper was full of "He Yichen".