Beautiful landlord who loves to talk

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Ji Zijin blinked: "It's so messy and beautiful."

Memorial smiled and scolded: "Just talk nonsense."

"Hey~" Sha Sha suddenly trembled all over, touched the pimples that appeared on her arms with both hands, looked at the two of them, and said with disgust: "Come on, stop talking here, just take the things and leave Well, I still have to watch the store. You remember to tidy up her better."

Seeing Sasha talking about her hairstyle so persistently, Memorial couldn't help touching the end of her hair, and began to doubt her previous skills, but her requirements were not high, as long as she cut it short, it was in her heart at this time I don't mind a little.

"Okay, I'm going back now, just wait and see my real skills." Ji Zijin said confidently.

Memorial touched his nose, and said helplessly, "Why do I not have the right to speak..."

"Let's go." Ji Zijin, who was eager to try, took Memorial's arm and walked home with bright eyes.

On the street, the two unscrupulously walked into the orange sunlight, the golden radiance fell on the two of them, the white skin reflected the warmth of golden yellow, the shadow was very short, and the two walked in unison.

Sasha propped her cheeks and watched the two leave, sighing softly: "That's great."

Memorial originally just wanted to cut casually, but Ji Zijin didn't think so. Although she had never helped others cut hair, it didn't prevent her from having a natural self-confidence to be able to do this job well.

Therefore, Ji Zijin chose an outdoor location with good light and ventilation, right under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The shadow of the tree is faint, and the light spots are reflected on the hair. From time to time, a few sweet-scented osmanthus flowers fall down and fall on the hair. On the next day, Ji Zijin gently pushed aside the flowers on the floor, looked at the hair of different lengths and thought about how to cut it.

Memorial does not have bangs, the hairline is not high, there is not too much fluff on the forehead, the hair is naturally parted in the middle, the hair is very soft, and the lengths vary randomly. The whole face looks simple and clean from the front. Totally holds up this messy hairstyle.

Ji Ji sat on the chair obediently, put his hands on his lap, and quietly let Ji Zijin play with him.

Ji Zijin walked back and forth a few times around the memorial, scratched her chin, tilted her head and asked in doubt, "Why do you feel that something is missing?"

Memorial sighed slightly, and had no choice but to remind: "I see there is still a piece of cloth around the neck in the hair salon."

Ji Zijin clapped his hands together and suddenly realized: "Yes, this is what's missing."

Memorial nodded: "Why don't you find some old clothes?"

Ji Zijin said happily: "No, I remembered!"

Before Memorial could ask what it was, Ji Zijin put down the tools, turned around and ran towards the house, and after a while, she held a piece of white cloth in her hand and shook it in front of Memorial, like wrapping a child around her. Wrapped around her neck like a scarf.

Memorial touched the white cloth, the texture was a bit rough, she always felt that the cloth looked familiar, and asked, "Is this the white cloth that was used to cover the piano before?"

Ji Zijin nodded, and quickly admitted: "That's right, that piece of cloth is very suitable, right? Although it's a bit long."

In fact, it's not a little long, but very long. The white cloth wrapped around Memorial's body dragged on the floor for a long time, as if wrapping Memorial's whole person in a bed sheet.

Ji Zijin took out a pair of long scissors, moved the scissors a bit, looked at Ji Ji's smooth forehead, and said in a negotiating tone: "Do you want to try bangs?"

Memorial shook his head and firmly refused: "No, bangs are too easy to grow, and they need to be cut frequently."

The first thing she thought of was not whether it looks good or not, but that the bangs need to be trimmed frequently.

While wielding the scissors, Ji Zijin tilted her head thinking, and said, "Then how about a haircut?"

This commemoration doesn't matter, saying: "If you can cut it, then it doesn't matter. But, can you?" For commemoration, breaking hair is really a difficult technique.

"That's easy. I'll help you trim the length to a consistent length first. Don't we often see those little girls in Juncai's shop with flat ends? How about cutting it for you too?" Ji Zijin was eager to try, eyes It's so bright, I can't wait to cut it out for Memorial immediately.

To commemorate seeing Ji Zijin so happy, as if he was infected with this kind of joy, with a faint smile on his face, he said: "It's fine, as long as you like it."

With the permission of Memorial, Ji Zijin immediately came behind Memorial, put all her hair from her clothes behind her, and after marking the length and position with scissors, she was ready to start cutting.

At this time, a sea breeze blew suddenly, the leaves rustled, the leaves whirled, some petals fluttered with the wind, and the white petals hung like flocculents on the memorial hair. Ji Zijin brushed off the petals reflexively, and the wind gusts When the chuī came, the hair was moved a little by the chuī, Ji Zijin lowered the scissors and cut off a small section of hair.

A small piece of hair fell down on the muddy floor along the white cloth, and where Ji Zijin struck just now, half of the ends of the hair were straight and the other half was slightly longer, so it became a different length.

Ji Zijin was stunned when she saw it, and was at a loss while holding the scissors.

Ji Zijin, who was sitting obediently on the stool, felt that Ji Zijin behind him hadn't moved for a long time, and couldn't help feeling a little strange, and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

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