The three-year-old group's favorite milk is fierce

Wei Xiyuan resolutely refused to apologize, because there was no other major matter. Although the teacher was not happy, she felt that Wei Xiyuan did not apologize after making a mistake, which was a bit stubborn.

This kind of child has a strong self-awareness, so she is really unattractive, plus she is really not cute, she is only four or five years old, other children are round, white and fat, otherwise they have fleshy cheeks, delicate and cute , only Wei Xiyuan is different from everyone else.

She was supposed to be fat at this age, but she had skinny cheeks, high cheekbones, freckles, single eyelids and three white eyes. To put it bluntly, she had a mean look.

In fact, when Wei Xiyuan looked at herself in the mirror, she also thought it was not good-looking, and because she was so small, she didn’t know how to dress up. Long hair is also beautiful.

Holding the scissors in her hand, Wei Xiyuan grabbed her own hair, clicked it in the mirror, and cut it in half.

It was too late when Zhang Xiaojuan found out, "Oh, my little ancestor, what are you doing? Why did you cut your hair properly?"

In the past, I wanted to take her to cut her hair and refused to say anything, but now I cut it myself?

There was no other way, so Zhang Xiaojuan had no choice but to take Wei Xiyuan to the barber shop to have her hair trimmed.

When the barber was cutting her hair, Wei Xiyuan asked, "Trim my bangs around the front."

The barber smiled and said, "You still know bangs?"

Wei Xiyuan in the mirror gave the barber a cold look, "Don't be so thick, can you cut your hair? Make it thinner, I want air bangs!"

"Kong, air bangs?" The barber was taken aback, "What is this? You just invented it?"

Only then did Wei Xiyuan realize that when she was a child, there was no such thing as air bangs.

She glanced at the barber, reached out and pulled some of the hair on her forehead down, and picked up a handful of them, "Cut here. Jump and cut."

Pinch it a little more, "Cut here again!"

While cutting, the barber said to Zhang Xiaojuan, "If it's broken, I don't care about it!"

Zhang Xiaojuan was anxious to death: "Xiyuan, what do you know about cutting hair... Hey, it's pretty pretty!"

After cutting her bangs, Wei Xiyuan combed her hair with a comb. Not to mention, when she braided her hair, her face changed instantly.

She had her hair cut in a short-to-medium-length bob, and then had the ends permed and fluffed up.

When Zhang Xiaojuan heard that she was going to perm her hair, she couldn't help but said: "Xiyuan, you are so young, how can you perm your head? No way, it will hurt your hair. Your hair is so beautiful. Doesn't the perm make your hair quality worse?" Worse?"

Wei Xiyuan said impatiently: "Mom, because I don't know how to dress up at school, I was almost excluded to death. I just want to perm my head now, but you don't want to? Are you reluctant to spend money?"

In Wei Xiyuan's view, she is investing in herself in advance so that she can better repay her parents in the future. At least, she did half of it in her previous life. Her mother's later clothes and jewelry, which ones were not given to her mother by her?
In her previous life, when she became an adult, who would not praise her mother for raising a good daughter?
Now she doesn't even want the money to give her a perm. This is what her mother kept saying, how good she was to her when she was a child?

Zhang Xiaojuan looked at the barber in embarrassment, "It's not that Mom is reluctant, but Mom thinks it's a pity that you have such beautiful hair."

Wei Xiyuan's hair is indeed very beautiful, with natural good hair quality, black and beautiful hair, which shines with dazzling luster even without lighting.

But for Wei Xiyuan now, this hair has become a burden. Her current face is dry and fleshless. Such smooth straight hair is not suitable for her, but has become a burden and burden.

Unable to resist Wei Xiyuan, Zhang Xiaojuan could only agree, and the barber permed Wei Xiyuan's hair while marveling in her heart.

It was the first time I saw such a young child come to have his hair cut, and even asked for a perm.

The point is, the child is so strong in front of the mother, and the mother actually agreed to change the family. The mother has already beaten the child and dragged him home.

But I have to admit that after Wei Xiyuan cut her hair and permed her hair, the whole child's temperament was instantly improved.

When she got home, she checked her closet and found that there was nothing she could wear.

It's all the kind of childish tutu skirts and princess dresses, it doesn't suit her at all!
Wei Xiyuan asked to buy clothes.

Zhang Xiaojuan was a little troubled, "Xiyuan, you have so many clothes in your closet, and you still need to buy them, what should you do if you can't wear them?"

Wei Xiyuan was upset, "These clothes don't look good, I don't want to wear them, I want new clothes!"

Wei Yinbao sat on the sofa playing with his mobile phone after get off work, looked up to Zhang Xiaojuan and said, "She wants to buy clothes, you can just buy them for her, and it won't cost much."

Zhang Xiaojuan felt that it really didn't cost much, but she couldn't develop the habits her children took for granted, but Wei Yinbao had always disagreed with Zhang Xiaojuan's views on this aspect, and he felt that his daughter should be rich.This is the only one for them, isn't it just for their daughter to make money?
Zhang Xiaojuan had no choice but to take her daughter to buy clothes again. She took Wei Xiyuan to the children's clothing store, but when Wei Xiyuan went around, she didn't like any of the clothes inside. They were all rubbish?
They are all in red and pink colors, to coax those little kids.

When she was a child in her previous life, she was very envious of An Ruyi's clothes. An Ruyi's clothes were of good quality and looked very good, with beautiful shapes and styles, which were different from other children.Her clothes seemed to be the clothes of an adult, as if they had been shrunk in an instant, and when she wore them, she looked like a child with a different temperament.

Wei Xiyuan wanted to pick out clothes like that, and she knew where to buy them.

Of course Wei Xiyuan knew that most of An Ruyi's clothes were custom-made by her parents or bought from abroad. Wei Xiyuan didn't have that way, but she knew how to match them.

Thinking of the clothes in her closet, Wei Xiyuan felt disgusted, how could she be so ugly?
She dragged Zhang Xiaojuan to SARIAO, which is a pirated low-end market that specializes in imitating international famous brands, including clothing ranges for men, women, adults and children, and the price is acceptable to most working-class people.

But when Zhang Xiaojuan randomly picked up the tag of a children's windbreaker, she was still startled by the price on it.

A windbreaker worn by a child costs 295 RMB?
If it is an adult to buy, this price can be met by everyone, it is neither expensive nor cheap, the picture is fashionable and not behind others, but for children's clothing, this price is outrageous.

Zhang Xiaojuan's movements were a little stiff, "Xiyuan, do you really want to buy clothes here?"