The young man who got a haircut blushed and ran away.
He finished cutting his hair, but didn't leave for a long time, thinking that Wu Shiying would strike up a conversation with him, but Wu Shiying just looked at him with confusion on her face, and finally asked him if there was something wrong.
It looked like something was wrong.
Only then did the young man realize that he had misunderstood, and he immediately ran away without shame.
“hiahiahia~~~”
Xi'er, who was sitting nearby, laughed. Wu Shiying looked down at her and asked, "Why are you laughing, little cutie?"
Xi'er held the water bottle and took a sip, and Balabala said: "He likes you, Sister Xiao Wu, hiahia~~~Shy~"
Wu Shiying was stunned for a moment. It seemed that this was really possible, but it was definitely not that he liked her, but that he had misunderstood her.
Because she had indeed been staring at him just now, but she was not looking at him, but at Master Niu's craftsmanship.
Just in a daze.
Let people misunderstand.
Wu Shiying said openly: "He must have misunderstood. You are a little guy who knows quite a lot."
Xi'er nodded and boasted: "I know a lot. My sister always praises me. Sister Xiao Wu, why don't you give him your mobile phone number?"
Wu Shiying laughed and said: "I don't know the person, how can a stranger call me casually? Besides, he didn't even ask."
Hearing this, Xi'er nodded in agreement: "Yes, that's right. We are girls. We can't just tell others our names, tell them how old we are, and we can't give them our phone numbers."
As he said that, the child changed the topic and made a 360-degree U-turn, "hiahia, aren't you looking for Grandpa Niu? Come on, tell me, Grandpa Niu is free now."
Lao Niu was finally free, and Wan Xiaohu hurriedly handed him his big tea cup.
"Grandpa, take a sip of water."
"Hey, I'm just thirsty."
Lao Niu took the big tea cup and drank a few big sips.
He had no time to drink water when he got busy, and Wan Xiaohu reminded him every time.
Even if he is not free now and there are customers who need haircuts, Wan Xiaohu will remind him that it is time to drink water.
"Xiao Wu, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. Do you have anything to do with me?"
Only then did Lao Niu have time to ask Wu Shiying.
In fact, as soon as Wu Shiying arrived, he asked what business he wanted to see him for, but Wu Shiying said she would wait until he was finished.
Lao Niu didn't ask any more questions. Three guests happened to come at this moment, and he has been busy until now.
"I do have something to do with you, it's like this..."
Wu Shiying expressed her intention to come, and Lao Niu burst into laughter after hearing this.
Of course you will be happy if your story is recognized.
What's more, it was Wu Shiying's recognition and the approval of Little Red Horse Comics Studio.
He knew Wu Shiying, and he also knew that the comic written by Wu Shiying had been adapted into a movie. It had just been released during the summer vacation and had a box office of hundreds of millions. It was praised a lot in the news.
He was more familiar with the Little Red Horse Comics Studio, which was located in the nearby Little Red Horse Academy.
"I just made it up myself. If you like it, I'll write it to you."
Lao Niu was very talkative. He didn't think the story he wrote was anything special. He thought it was just a story he told Xiaohu casually. If Wu Shiying was interested, he wouldn't hide it, he would just tell it to her.
"Ah, of course that's the best. I'm very interested in it, and the compilation is very good." Wu Shiying said happily.
Xi'er who was on the side suddenly came over, gave a thumbs up and said: "Awesome, I really like the story of Grandpa Niu."
Lao Niu laughed, and he didn't expect to have a little fan by accident.
He expressed his gratitude to this little fan.
"You're welcome. Liuliu also likes it, Cheng Cheng also likes it, and the children Dudu, Xiaomi, and Little Red Mali all like it too."
Xi'er counts Lao Niu's fans.
When Lao Niu heard this, he glanced at Wan Xiaohu who was sweeping the hair on the floor. He didn't know that Wan Xiaohu would tell the story he told to Little Red Horse's children.
Wu Shiying also praised at this time: "A story that can make children like it is a good story. This is the highest state of story writing."
Lao Niu said a few words of humility, went upstairs to take down the manuscript he had written, and handed it to Wu Shiying.
"The writing is a bit sloppy. Can you read it clearly?"
A good memory is not as good as a bad writing. Although I just casually tell Wan Xiaohu to sleep, he usually writes it down first, otherwise when the story becomes long, he will forget the end and not the beginning.
Wu Shiying looked at the manuscript paper carefully. It was the kind of letter paper that she had not seen for a long time. No one writes letters now, so it is almost impossible to see the letter paper again.
There are five pages in total, filled with Lao Niu's words.
It was written with a black water-based pen, and the words were surprisingly neat. They were all in block letters, and they were written carefully stroke by stroke. There were no cursive characters.
The word comes from the heart. From this, we can see that Lao Niu is a very careful and conscientious person, just like his barbering skills.
"The handwriting is so beautiful, Master Niu is very thoughtful." Wu Shiying praised.
Lao Niu laughed, Xi'er stretched out her little head to look at it, and nodded in the same way.
"Great, great, it's so well written. Xiaobai and I want to learn from Grandpa Niu."
Lao Niu smiled and said: "You are still young, you will get better if you write more and practice more."
Wu Shiying had already heard Cheng Cheng tell the story of the snowman yesterday. Now that she got the manuscript, she couldn't wait to read it.
At this time, another person came to the barber shop, two men, in their forties or fifties, who lived in Huangjia Village and had known Lao Niu for decades, and wanted to get their hair cut.
Lao Niu immediately prepared to give them haircuts, while Wu Shiying sat aside and read the manuscript carefully.
This story is slightly different from what Cheng Cheng told last night. Cheng Cheng made up some things in it, and it is also because Wan Xiaohu’s story is biased.
The story in the original manuscript is more mature and less youthful than the one told by Cheng Cheng.
Wu Shiying quickly read it once, then read it again, and then stared at it in a daze. In fact, her thoughts were violently colliding in her mind, thinking about how this story should be improved and adapted, and whether it was suitable to be turned into a comic.
"Thank you~"
Xi'er on the side brought a glass of water to another person waiting for a haircut.
"You're welcome~"
After being thanked by others, Xi'er happily went to find Wu Shiying, but Wu Shiying was in a daze, so she didn't say anything and just sat next to her obediently.
Suddenly, Wu Shiying's eyes became clear, she raised her head and asked Lao Niu: "Master Niu, how about selling this story to a studio?"
She didn't care whether Lao Niu was getting a haircut or not, she just blurted out the words after thinking about it.
Lao Niu was stunned. The man who was getting a haircut also looked at Wu Shiying behind him through the mirror, and the other man waiting for a haircut also looked at her in surprise.
The three of them were stunned. Lao Niu didn't expect that Wu Shiying would make such a request. He didn't expect it at all.
He stopped what he was doing, turned around and asked Wu Shiying in surprise: "Buy this story? Which story?"
He didn't believe that Wu Shiying wanted to buy the story she had.
Do I need to buy this thing?
He wrote it casually and told the children to use it while sleeping.
If you want it, just give it as a gift.
Wu Shiying raised the manuscript paper in her hand and said: "As for your story, about the snowman, I really like it."
"...I wrote it casually. If you like it, just take it. Don't worry about buying it or not. It's just a story."
Wu Shiying said seriously: "This is a good story. A good story is more than just a story. Master Niu, your story is very well written. Don't underestimate it. I just thought about it carefully and improved it, and then I am going to submit it to the work."
Room, maybe it can be adapted into a comic."
"Ah? Adapted into a comic?" Lao Niu was shocked this time.
Also shocked were the two people who got their haircuts. They looked at Wu Shiying and then at Lao Niu, as if they were meeting Lao Niu for the first time!
The old cow with a haircut can actually write stories?? The stories she wrote are actually adapted into comics??? This girl can’t be a liar, right??!
In order to prevent Lao Niu from being deceived, one of them asked Wu Shiying: "Where did you get your job?"
Wu Shiying said: "I am in the Little Red Horse Comics Studio next door."
"Ah? Oh, that's okay. Old Niu, why are you hesitating? Why don't you agree quickly?"
