"Brother Zha, let's go have a drink together." Brother Bao ran up to Brother Zha and said very respectfully. Now Brother Zha is a god-like existence in his eyes.
"I'm not going. I have something to do in the evening. Let's wait another day." Brother Zha finished. Brother Bao was infinitely disappointed. He originally wanted to learn the pretending skills from Brother Zha.
The three of them walked to the bar arm in arm. Brother Zha chased away the chattering "fans" and bought a candied haws, which he licked while wandering around the commercial street.
I took a big bite of a hawthorn, chewed it, and then spit out the core. I quickly ate only the last one. After taking a bite, I found that there was still some rock sugar stuck to the bamboo stick. I couldn't bear to throw it away. I licked it several times before throwing it into the trash. In the barrel.
"What are you looking at? The teacher didn't teach you to save food." Brother Zha yelled at a girl who looked at him. The girl was so frightened that she hurriedly walked away.
It’s been almost a month since school started. My hair has not been taken care of since it was done before school started. The school anniversary is just around the corner and I have to participate in some shit painting show. Brother Zha feels that even though he is too good, he can’t appear on stage like this. .Otherwise, how can I win the heart of a girl? I have to dress more handsome these days. I can’t do things like shaking my thighs or picking up my crotch anymore. I have to be polite to people. I have to be polite when I speak. In short, I have to start being a good student.
I have long heard that the Wella Barber Shop on the commercial street is good. Brother Zha found a place and pushed the door in. His eyes lit up.
The store is very luxuriously decorated. The handsome barbers are surrounding the customers, trimming their hair. There are also a few girls sitting and waiting, flipping through magazines. There is a faint smell of hair and shampoo. The smell filled the room.
"Hello, fine haircut or perm?" a barber asked. He looked at Brother Zha up and down and said, "Our minimum purchase here is twenty yuan."
Damn it. Brother Zha cursed in his heart. I look like a poor man. He looked down at his wrinkled clothes and dirty sneakers. Although they were brand-name goods, they looked like they came from a street stall. Copycat.
"I know." Brother Zha had decided to be a good student these days, so he held back and did not express his dissatisfaction.
"Okay. Let's wash up here." The barber took Brother Zha to the shower head. He pressed Brother Zha's head and touched it randomly a few times. He hurriedly washed Brother Zha with the cheapest shampoo and threw it away. Give Brother Zha a towel: "Wipe it yourself. Line up at the door."
Damn, even a barber is so good. Do you think that just because you are the boss of a shop, you can bully customers? No, I can't stand it. I'm a good student. Brother Zha warned himself. He retracted his clenched fists and walked to the door. Go to the seat between the girls and take the initiative to say hello.
The girls reluctantly smiled at Brother Zha. Then they lowered their heads and said nothing. After a while, Brother Zha suddenly found that the girls had run to the opposite side and sat down. He couldn't help but be speechless.
"It's your turn. Fine cut or perm." The barber asked Brother Zha. He felt that he was wasting his words. This man didn't look like he could perm his hair.
"Perm. Texture. Trim the bangs a little. Make the back and sides shorter. I don't like my ears pressed." Brother Zha said to the barber while sitting on the chair.
"Hello. I want to tell you first that the cheapest potion here is 200 yuan." The barber said calmly.
"It's so expensive. It's a money grab." Brother Zha looked at the barber and asked. What? One hair perm is enough for me to eat for a week.
"Then you're done cutting it," the barber said.
That's the price. Brother Zha was also helpless. "Forget it. It's so damn expensive."