Zhang Bei

20.

Zhang Bei went out again.This time he went to the barber shop.

It's at the entrance of the community, less than 5 minutes' walk.A very small shop with a signboard with white letters on a red background and four large characters - "Liu Dong Haircut", couldn't be more crude.However, there are still some pillars wrapped in blue, white, and red, which are standard at the entrance of the barber shop, and they keep turning inside the glass cover, and you will feel dizzy if you look at them for a long time.Zhang Bei looked it up online and found out that it was called a tricolor pillar.

After entering the door, Liu Dong was the only one sitting on the chair behind the counter. Erlang was leaning on the stool with his legs crossed on the counter as if playing some game. Zhang Bei heard the sound of swords clashing.

Hearing the pattering sound of the beaded door curtain, Liu Dong glanced at the door, saw that it was Zhang Bei, and said hello, "Here we are."

"En." Zhang Bei responded.

"Are you in a hurry?" Liu Dong's eyes returned to the phone, and his two fingers danced quickly on the touch screen of the phone.

"No hurry." Zhang Bei replied.

"Then wait a minute, I'll finish this game. Fuck, who the hell cut me in the back." The two fingers moved faster.

Zhang Bei nodded, probably Liu Dong didn't see it either.He found a nearby chair and sat down.Looking around.This small store is less than ten square meters, and it is lit by a door. It is a bit dark inside in broad daylight without turning on the lights.

There is a cash register at the door and a chair, and Liu Dong is sitting on it.Going inside, there is a hair cutting chair on the left and right, the one that can be lifted up and down, which is the highest configuration in this store.The two walls opposite the chair are stained with the kind of mirrors that are bought in pieces.The people who are reflected are all in Jiugongge.

Further inside, there is a place for washing hair. In the first two years, there was only a shelf for a basin. When guests came, they would stand and wash themselves.I guess it was also to catch up with the trend and keep up with the situation. Later, I also got a deck chair and a water basin that can be poured into the water. However, the water is not automatic. It is manually poured into a water tank at a high place, and then the water is released under pressure. kind.Further inside is covered by a white curtain with floral patterns, but there is nothing to cover, there is only a bed inside, and Liu Dong sleeps there at night.

He and Liu Dong are also acquaintances.An acquaintance who hasn't spoken a few words.

If he remembered correctly, Liu Dong moved here about the second year after he moved here, so it was six or seven years.Before Liu Dong came, Zhang Bei had been cutting his hair every time he changed places because of the noise.In Zhang Bei's impression, barbers are the most eloquent, just like the taxi drivers that everyone has passed on by word of mouth.The annoying ones ask you to apply for a card, and the benevolent ones talk nonsense with you.Either way, Zhang Bei doesn't like it.Until Liu Dong appeared and rescued Zhang Bei.Liu Dong didn't know about this, and Zhang Bei never said it.

Liu Dong is not considered a qualified barber. For one thing, he doesn't like to talk. When a customer comes to greet him and ask how to cut it, he doesn't say a word until he is finished, washed and dried.What's more, there are only a few types of hairstyles he cuts, so it would be nice if they could be kept clean.Therefore, those who come to him for a haircut are only the old men in the community, and the old ladies are not willing to come.Then there is Zhang Bei.Zhang Bei didn't know whether he was earning money or not. Anyway, the store had been open all these years, and he had never been hungry.

"Fucking lost again." Liu Dong slapped his phone on the counter and scratched his head vigorously.It is estimated that after playing a round, the result is not very satisfactory.

"Come wash your hair." Liu Dong called Zhang Bei.

"I don't want to wash it anymore. I've washed it at home, just wet it." Zhang Bei sat on the chair without moving, looking at himself in the mirror.His hair is very soft, and it is attached to the scalp docilely, which is obviously soft.It hasn't been cut in a while, it's a bit long, covering half of the eye, and the ends of the hair are uneven.

"Alright." Liu Dong picked up the watering can on the table and sprayed Zhang Bei's head in a circle. The water mist immediately wrapped Zhang Bei's head, and his breathing was wet.When the water mist fell, Zhang Bei's hair was covered with a layer of water droplets.Liu Dong pulled the pull switch on the side, and the old-fashioned ceiling above his head lit up.The voltage is not very stable, the lights seem to be flickering, and the water droplets on the hair are also shining.

Liu Dong rubbed Zhang Bei's hair with both hands, and the water droplets melted into the hair.Zhang Bei closed his eyes comfortably, and he felt the shudder spread from his scalp to the soles of his feet.Zhang Bei has always felt that the barber has a pair of magical hands.When those hands grab your hair, all the cells in your body are clamoring for comfort.

"Same?" The voice didn't know whether it came from the air, or through the hands that were still grabbing his hair.

"En." Zhang Bei opened his eyes.

Liu Dong stopped talking as usual, and all his attention was focused on Zhang Bei's hair.After a while of scissors flying, Zhang Bei saw his familiar self in the mirror, but he was a little thinner.

"Do you still want to wash it?" Liu Dong asked Zhang Bei as he swept his broom through his hair.

"No, go home and wash." Zhang Bei got up, looked around in the mirror, and thought he liked it.Then he turned to Liu Dong and asked, "I stewed pig's feet, go up and eat some?"

Liu Dong, who was pouring his hair into the trash can, was stunned for a moment, paused for a moment, continued to pour out, put the broom aside, then turned to look at Zhang Bei and asked, "Now?"

Zhang Bei didn't avoid Liu Dong's eyes and replied, "Yes."

"Alright." Liu Dong seemed to think for a while and said. "Anyway, there's no one there in the morning." The voice was very low, and I didn't know whether it was for Zhang Bei or myself.

Zhang Bei had already left the door. Liu Dong stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket, took the old lock from the counter, locked the door, and followed Zhang Bei.

When passing by a canteen, he stopped and asked Zhang Bei in front, "Do you drink?"

Zhang Bei didn't think of this before, so he thought about it carefully and said, "Let's have something white."

Liu Dong glanced at him, didn't say anything, and called inside, "Uncle, here's a big bottle of Erguotou."