Chapter 3 My nose is as strong as Niu Dehua

Author: Changqing and Chengdu

Chapter 3 My nose is as strong as Niu Dehua

The shoes on Qing Yun’s feet are old-fashioned leap sneakers, which are very old.

The white upper is already yellow, and there is a little glue in some areas, but it is still clean.

However, this style is incompatible with the popular Adidas and Nike. Walking on campus is very different and has been laughed at many times.

Qin Manman felt soft and raised her head.

In the class, the only one who could make her look up was Qing Yun.

The height of 184cm is not very high in the country.

But in the area of ​​Western Shu, especially in the base class where academic masters gather, it also feels as if they stand out.

She knew that he loved seeing her smile the most.

Whenever she laughs in the classroom, he will unconsciously laugh when he quietly covers his sight in the corner.

However, when she was about to speak with a bright smile, Qing Yun suddenly spoke.

"I have urgent matters to deal with now. If you are not in a hurry, let's talk about evening self-study, okay?"

Very polite and sincere.

Qin Manman's smile froze on her face, and what she wanted to say was stuck in her throat at this moment.

This is the second time Qingyun interrupted her today!

But in an instant, she bit her lip lightly, and then said softly, "Then go quickly, let's talk tonight."

She understands that there are so many things you have done.

Mostly it is the court's affairs.

Even though she asked her father to take action, the lengthy judicial process was inevitable.

Qing Yun nodded with a smile, turned around and left.

Qin Manman, standing there, stared at the back of the boy leaving in front of him, dazed intently.

She felt a little annoyed at this moment.

I don't know if what I'm about to do is the right choice.

Would you be too cruel to Qing Yun?

Or, this decision is too cruel to me?

or……

Would you forget it tonight?

Qin Manman sighed softly, and was about to turn around and leave, but Qing Yun called him.

"Let me introduce it again. Qingyun, whose surname is Qing, whose surname is Qing, whose name is Yun, whose name is Yun, whose name is Yun, who is Yangziyun. Grandpa told me that this name means joy.

My name is a song when Yu Shun abdicated, and it is also the temporary national anthem of the Republic of China..."

Very polite, sincere, very cited and literary.

On this campus that carries thousands of years of culture, it makes teachers very pleased.

In Qing Yun’s self-introduction, there are many college entrance examination test points.

For example, the characters of Sima Xiangru and Yang Xiong, the Chinese dialects and verses, the stories of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and the history of the Republic of China...

"Enough!"

Qin Manman's little face was dyed with red glow without warning, and she was steaming like a big cooked lobster.

The great principles of the world that could not be concealed by a generous school uniform, and he saw Qingyun straightened his eyes.

Seeing Qingyun's expression of surprise, Qin Manman bit her silver teeth, but her eyebrows and eyes bent into a pool of autumn water. She said with a smile, "I'm waiting for you under the ginkgo tree in the school's history museum in the evening self-study!"

...

Every haircut is a redemption of the soul.

Qing Yun, who was saving or not, was taking out his cell phone to take a selfie and was preparing to take a selfie.

He just wanted to have a sense of ritual.

In other words, just to have materials to show off on a major occasion for a day in the future.

"Please look at this photo. It was an afternoon in spring in 2003. It was an ordinary day. It was not dry on that day. I stood at the door of the barber shop..."

Qing Yun, who was organizing language in his mind, suddenly felt his face stiffened and his toes snatched his toes in his shoes.

After slashing in his pocket a few times, he took it out without any trace and tweaked the bangs in front of his watermelon head.

When Goudong's Da Qiangzi was interviewed, he talked about swimming across the river to school every day when he was young, an inexplicable expression appeared on his face, which made people feel very abrupt.

Many people have many interpretations of this.

Some people say that it is to remember the hardships of that year.

Some people say it is to be glad that they are unyielding.

Some people say that Da Qiangzi just simply forgot about words.

But at this moment, Qing Yun seemed to know the truth of the matter.

Da Qiangzi must have been regretting at that time.

Just like this, how can I record this important historical moment without a mobile phone?

At this time, it was 2003.

There is not a single phone to take photos at this time, but it is still far from him, a doll from the countryside.

After shrugging his shoulders and laughing self-deprecatingly, he stepped into the threshold of the barber shop.

It is said to be a barber shop, but it should actually be called a barber shop.

Because at this time the person holding the fader was a "barber" rather than a "hair stylist".

Such barber shops were rare in the early 2000s.

In Jincheng in 2003, the hair salon had been upgraded to a salon, and was even transforming into a studio, but the initial barber shops were still living a very comfortable life in the reputation of the alleys.

Because it's cheap.

Even the cheapest barber shop on the street, it costs at least 5 yuan to wash, cut and blow.

And here only costs 1.5 yuan.

It is 50 cents cheaper than Qingyun’s hometown.

Of course, in such a cheap place, don’t expect any hairstyle.

Old barbers don’t know how to make the popular “Aaron Kwok Head”.

The Shamatt-style hairstyle usually appears in the urban-rural fringe areas. In the city, young people, especially middle school students, do not have the courage to do so.

In the entire city, there are "school spirit demonstration schools" at all levels, and the teaching directors with their hands behind their backs in front of the school gate are not vegetarians.

Yuancun is the standard hairstyle for boys in primary and secondary schools in that era.

The only difference is how often to take care of it.

Children in the city will be cut once a month at most, while Qingyun will be dragged on for a while.

Drag the bangs in front cover your eyes and save some money.

"Why did your baby come here so early? It won't be delayed for another month?"

"Isn't it okay to take care of your business?"

Qing Yun, who was pressed by the old barber to wash his hair by the sink, rolled his eyes.

The people of Western Shu do not like to speak respectful words, but he still feels a little grateful to the old barber behind him who is ravaging his hair.

It’s not that Qing Yun has been to a hair salon.

As a teenager who came to Jincheng, a metropolis alone, he also wanted to be a member of the group, and he also used to wash and blow the fat man with his classmates for 20 yuan.

"At worst, I won't get my hair done for half a year and just eat two more steamed buns."

Before entering the salon, he was so relieved when he was in his first year of high school.

It was just that the strange expressions on the faces of the young ladies in the store and the mouth and nose that they covered from time to time made him understand that some things could not be forced.

After years of wearing sweaters and underwear, some of the smells are naturally unwashed even if you like to clean them.

What's more, a sloppy high school student who often takes a shower once a week?

All the way to study, from villages to towns, from towns to counties, and then to provincial capitals, Qing Yun, who was born in poverty, has become accustomed to hiding his fragility, which is sensitive to inferiority, in his indifference and alienation.

He always cuts and changes his barber shop once and once.

Until I met this old barber.

His eyes were so irritable.

"You need your care? Every time you come, I have to pay more water."

"Your hair! You're just here to torture me!"
To be continued...