Elves: Starting from Carlos

"Come out, Zeraora."

With a flash of dazzling white light, a large humanoid cat suddenly appeared behind Ayako on the right side.

As an extra layer of insurance, Mu Feng felt more at ease calling out Zeraora, who was in tune with his thoughts.

"Hey? What kind of Pokémon is this?" Ayako looked at Zeraora in confusion.

"It's Zeraora, here to assist you."

Mu Feng answered in a calm tone with a faint smile.

Caizi's brows slightly frowned, and her eyes revealed a hint of dissatisfaction, but she was not really angry. She half-jokingly said, "You don't trust me, your aunt?"

"Sorry, Auntie, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that..."

Mu Feng apologized with a hint of bitterness in his voice, but he stopped talking halfway, not knowing how to continue.

Seeing his expression, Caizi smiled again, "Okay, I'll do as you say."

"How do you want to cut it?"

"Uh... let's cut the bangs in the front first."

"Where to cut?"

"In the middle of the nose... never mind, just cut it to the tip of the nose."

……

The midday sun shines on the earth, warm and bright, as if covering the whole world with a golden coat. Under this light, a girl walks slowly on the road.

She was wearing a black sleeveless top, which was tight and capable, and a pink short skirt. The hem of the skirt was light and swayed in the wind, showing her youthful vitality. She was wearing a pair of pink boots, which was both fashionable and practical.

She wore a white hat on her head, which added a bit of playfulness. She wore a pink scarf around her neck, which complemented her overall look. She wore a pair of white bracelets on her wrists, which was simple yet fashionable.

What catches the eye is the Pokémon in her arms - Pogamon. Its blue skin shines in the sun, forming a sharp contrast with the girl's pink skirt, adding a touch of vivid color to the picture.

"I haven't been home for a long time. I wonder if my mother misses me."

Xiaoguang's mood became lighter as the journey home approached. Her face was flushed with anticipation and happiness, and the excitement that could not be hidden between her eyebrows made her steps unconsciously brisk.

"Boga! Boga!"

Clear calls came out of Pogaman's mouth, expressing unrestrained joy and infinite excitement about arriving home.

Hikaru looked down at Pogamon with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

An idea suddenly came to her mind, and she smiled and said to Pogaman, "Pogaman, how about we have a race to see who gets home first?"

When Pogaman heard this, his eyes lit up, "Poga! Poga!"

Xiaoguang gently placed Pogaman on the ground, and then prepared himself to start running.

"Are you ready? Pogaman, I'm about to start!"

"Boga!"

"Three! Two! ..."

Before Xiaoguang finished shouting, Pogamon rushed out first like an arrow, swinging its short legs so quickly that it was unbelievable.

"Hey! You ran away!" Xiaoguang was stunned and hurriedly ran after him.

The Pogaman had already run a long way, and its cry of "Poga! Poga!" echoed in the air, full of excitement and pride.

"Wait for me! Pogaman!"

……

The two figures were chasing each other on the road, and Pogamon's cries and Xiaoguang's laughter were intertwined, forming a warm and cheerful picture.

"All right."

With the final cut of the scissors in Mu Feng's hand, the haircut came to a perfect end.

He shook his head, and the tiny strands of hair that had been cut seemed to be given life, slowly floating down from the ends of his hair, like fallen leaves in autumn, dancing lightly in the air, and finally lying quietly on the floor.

On the side, Zeraora had already prepared a broom. It quickly and skillfully gathered the scattered hair into a pile, and then cleverly swept them into the garbage shovel with the edge of the broom.

Greninja, which had been standing at the back holding a mirror, has now come in front of Mufeng holding a mirror because of an unexpected change in the middle of the journey.

As for Caizi...she only helped Mufeng trim the bangs on his forehead and the reserved length of the hair ends, and then left gracefully.

Because Mu Feng's description was too detailed, she was so nervous that her hands were shaking. She was afraid that she would accidentally cut it. She didn't know where to start. In the end, she had no choice but to give up and turn to deal with the vegetables.

Because Mu Feng described it in such detail, her hands were shaking badly. She was afraid that she would not cut it well, so she had no idea where to start. In the end, she had no choice but to give up and wash the vegetables.

Afterwards, Mu Feng asked Zeraora to help trim the back of his head, and then he started trimming it himself.

He saw himself in the mirror and was satisfied, with a happy smile on his face.

Mu Feng has a medium-length, partially parted hairstyle that is full of layers and fluidity. His face looks even more handsome against the backdrop of the hairstyle, and his overall temperament becomes more confident and charming.

"Is the cut done?"

Ayako was walking towards them slowly with a warm smile on her face, holding a neatly folded bathrobe in her hands.

However, the moment she saw Mu Feng turning his head, her smile suddenly froze, and she was stunned for a moment, with a hint of surprise and complicated emotions flashing in her eyes.

It was not just Mu Feng's handsome face, but more importantly, she seemed to see the shadow of his mother in Mu Feng's face.

Mufeng's mother once had a similar medium-length hairstyle. It was a gentle and familiar memory that brought about an indescribable emotion in Ayako's heart.

"Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

Mufeng's voice interrupted Caizi's thoughts. He looked at her with a puzzled look, his eyes full of concern.

Caizi came back to her senses, realized her gaffe, quickly adjusted her mood, and replied with a smile: "Ah... nothing, I just suddenly remembered some past events."

"Xiaofeng, this hairstyle suits you very well! Very handsome~"

Hearing this, Xiao Feng smiled modestly and responded politely: "Really? Thank you for your compliment!

In this world, most parents don’t pay too much attention to the length of their children’s hair. They are more concerned about whether their children’s appearance is neat and decent.

"The hot water is ready, go take a shower first."

Ayako handed over the bathrobe in her hand.

Mu Feng was about to refuse politely, but Caizi interrupted him in an unquestionable tone, as if she had expected it: "You have a lot of hair on your body."

He looked down and saw that, indeed, during the haircut, a lot of the cut hair was scattered on his clothes, and some was even stuck to his skin.

"Thank you, Auntie. I'll go right away."

Mu Feng took the bathrobe with gratitude and followed Ms. Ayako's instructions, heading towards the bathroom.