Win Wayne

Wen hid the steel bar in his arms again, and put it back into the corner of the closet after returning to the room.

Keep it first, she thought, just take precautions, maybe you will have a chance to use it in the future, so you don’t need to find a useful weapon, just go back to the room and open the wardrobe when you need it.

It's just that there is one more thing to think about, even Wen himself can't tell whether she wants to use steel bars again, or doesn't she want to?

...Don't say it, it's quite cool to hit it with a stick.

That is a kind of inexplicable, you will condemn yourself morally, and you will indeed feel a little uneasy after doing it, but if you have another chance, it seems that you will still be excited and eager to do it again It's... cool.

Wen changed out of her nightgown again, sat in front of the dressing table and combed her long hair with a comb.While taking care of it, she also thought with a little panic: I won't be perverted, right? !

"So that's how you have a good relationship with your father." Wendy said, "Also, please don't doubt that you have never been normal. The word normal is the opposite of you, Wen, if you are really normal, your existence Nor would it be considered a 'disease'."

Wen combed his long hair and said, "I think our hair is too long, it almost reaches the waist, how about cutting it shorter?"

"How short are you going to cut it?"

"I didn't think about it, but I think our face... can challenge the death-inch board." Wen tried to gather all the hair into a handful in his hands, and then imagined himself in the mirror, "it seems OK?"

Wendy said: "If you cut it into an inch cut, the eyebrow shape also needs to be adjusted."

"I finally learned how to trim my eyebrows to be long and thin!"

She still doesn't know how to put on makeup. The most serious makeup look is to put on a little foundation, put on a little more pigmented lipstick, and make a more complicated hair style - at most it is as complicated as a scorpion braid.

But Wen Mei has learned how to trim eyebrows.

The main reason is that when I was in New York, Natasha, who lived next door, often came over, and I couldn't understand her messy eyebrows.

To Wen, there is such a face, and a little blemish on the eyebrows is harmless at all, but it will be more cute, and it can weaken the weak and expensive temperament that this face is born with, so that everyone will not look at it. The first time she saw her, she instinctively felt that she was a rich lady... She also said this to Natasha, and Natasha raised her eyebrows with a half-smile.

Wen was so convinced by a small expression.

She still doesn't like looking in the mirror though, so Natasha did it for her at first.

Everyone knows about eyebrow trimming. The faces of the two people are very close, and the senses of this body are extremely sensitive. When Natasha's warm breath lightly sprinkled on her face, Wen's back was numb. Big movies... Then she tried hard to learn not to look in the mirror, but to sculpt eyebrows simply by the feeling of her fingers.

It was not difficult at all, much easier than Wen imagined. Her hand was very stable when holding the eyebrow trimmer, and she could completely imagine the shape of her eyebrows with the touch of her fingers. She only tried it twice. Learned.

"The eyebrow shape that fits the board size is simpler than the current one." Wendy said, "It is straighter than the current one, and a little thicker is fine."

Wen imagined.

The shape of Bruce's eyebrows came to her mind.

"Like Bruce?" she asked.

"Slightly slender than his straight eyebrows, more like Natasha's or Diana's eyebrows than my father's." Wendy said, "This style will be firm and aggressive. Good new image, very suitable you."

After thinking for a while, Wen opened the dressing table, took out a pair of slender scissors and gestured at his hair.

"This is too small," Wen pondered, "I seem to have seen Alfred trimming the garden with garden shears before..."

Wendy stopped sharply: "No! What are you thinking!"

"Then I'll ask him where he keeps the scissors."

"Can't you obediently find a stylist?"

"I want to give them a surprise." Wen said seriously, "It's best to surprise them by doing it yourself."

Wendy was silent for a while, and said, "There should be a full set of tools for trimming hair in the dressing room. You haven't been there yet, have you? Go and have a look."

Instinctively, Wen was a little apprehensive about the dressing room. She had never opened the door of that room, but since she wanted to use it now, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk in, trying her best to ignore the glittering lights in the transparent cabinet. Jewelry, opened the drawer under Wendy's guidance.

She was shocked by what she saw: "There are so many kinds of hair dryers alone?!"

"Different hair care needs different...forget it," Wendy gave up explaining, "there should be tools inside."

Wen Shunli found all kinds of scissors for trimming hair.

She simply and rudely chose the biggest one, and held her waist-length hair in her hands. After a few clicks, her long hair smoothly changed into neck-length short hair.

The cut black hair was black and smooth, Wen Jian was willing to cut it, but she was not so willing to throw it away. She tied it tightly with a rubber band and temporarily put it on the bedside table.

"Didn't you want to cut into inch boards?"

"We'll talk about it when my eyebrows grow back." Wen replied, "And all of a sudden, the span from long hair to slender hair seems to be too big."

She tidied herself up, shaking out the broken hair, and looked in the mirror.

"... No matter how many times you look at it," Wen said to himself, "the people in the mirror don't look like me. They don't look like me in my own perception."

Wendy smiled: "This is very similar to you."

She turned around and calmly disappeared before Wen's eyes.

For some reason, Wen suddenly felt a little flustered.

"Wendy? Wendy?" She shouted nervously, "Wendy, are you still there?"

--I'm going to rest.

"How long will you rest?"

— Rest until the next time you call me.

——Don’t chat with me if there is nothing important, I’m asleep.

Wen Fa was stunned for a while, then looked at himself in the mirror.

No idea how they would react to her new look.

Dick's reaction was the biggest: "Wen! Your hair!"

"I cut it short." Wen shook his head uncomfortably, feeling that the short hair on the back of his head was a bit stuck on his neck. "Long hair is so troublesome. It's hard to wash and dry. Short hair is more convenient."

"You don't have to suddenly cut it so short, it's too short—you cut it yourself?" Dick looked at the end of her hair, "You look beautiful with short hair too. It feels like this, short hair looks much more lively , well, I think short hair is more suitable for you. It's not that long hair is not good-looking, but when you have long hair, you look too quiet."

Bruce said, "It's beautiful."

The rest of the family didn't seem to know what happened before, Wen turned his head away, gave him a friendly smile, and said, "Actually, I wanted to cut it so short."

She gestured with her fingers to a length about one knuckle.

Bruce said, "It's all right as long as you like it."

Wen smiled at him again.

Dick looked at Wen, then at Bruce: "...Did you sneak out to play while I was not at home?"

"No," Wen said.

"No." Bruce said.

Dick was still a little puzzled, but he didn't bother with this matter: "Well, if you all say so. Wen, you haven't gone out since you came to Gotham. The weather is fine tomorrow, do you want to go out for a walk?"

"I don't really want to be photographed by gossip magazines." Wen refused.

"You're going to go out sooner or later." Dick advised her, "It's enough to cover up a little bit. The gossip magazines mainly focus on Bruce. As long as he doesn't go with us, there is no danger."

"But," Win said, "I'd rather hang out with Bruce."

Dick was shocked immediately: "Is this... like this?"

He went upstairs with drooping shoulders in frustration, leaving Bruce and Wen with a sad back.

When he was far away, Wen turned to Bruce and asked, "Do you still have a headache?"

"A little bit, no problem," Bruce said.

He raised his hand as if he wanted to do something, but was a little hesitant. Wen looked up at him for a while, and Fuzhi asked heartily, "Do you want to touch my hair?"

Bruce didn't answer, but he put his hand gently on top of Wen's head.

His hands are broad and warm, and the pressure is light because of uncertainty.He stroked Wen's hair in silence, and suddenly said, "Your hair is too soft."

"Ok?"

"Fine hair can look thinner if you cut it too short," says Bruce. "If you want to keep your hair short, it should be as long as your eyebrows."

His fingers slid down along Wen's hair, and then turned sideways, gently scratching Wen's forehead, and said, "It's best to cut here, about one finger long."

"You understand very well!" Wen exclaimed.

"I can cut." Bruce said, "You know I'm an extreme sports enthusiast. Some activities have a long cycle, and I have to handle my hair. It's not difficult after I'm proficient. You're not very proficient. Here——"

Bruce twirled a strand of hair with his fingertips. "Your ends are very untidy. It's cut too short around the edges, and this one is too long."

"Would you like to cut it for me?"

"I'm honored," Bruce said.

So, Wen was still thinking when she was sitting in the chair, she didn't expect their first friendly interaction to be a haircut... It was quite interesting, but it was different from what she guessed, she thought Bruce would choose to take her out for a stroll Go shopping and swipe her credit card to buy, buy, buy...

Bruce simply took a pair of scissors and a comb.

He actually even had a scarf sheet for hair cutting. Seeing Wen's surprised eyes, he also explained: "Alfred will help me cut when I am inconvenient. His craftsmanship is very good. You can try it if you have a chance."

Hair fell from the top of her head, and Wen pouted and blew, blowing the hair that covered her eyes aside.

Bruce's movements were simple and neat, and it took less than 5 minutes to get it done.

He finally messed up Wen's short hair with his hands, stood behind her, and watched the girl in the mirror with Wen.

"Do you like it?" he asked softly.

Messy short hair is fluffy scattered on Wen's ears and forehead, unlike the long hair that hangs down properly, the short hair looks very angular, far less ladylike and elegant than the long hair, but because of its natural softness, even if it is deliberately It doesn't look frizzy when scratched, it's just extra refreshing and bright.

Wen felt that this was very pleasing to the eye, but he couldn't tell exactly what was pleasing to the eye for a while.

"I haven't found out that I'm so beautiful." She commented, "The way I used to be—I know it's beautiful, and I know where it's beautiful, but I don't like it very much myself."

Bruce smiled slightly.

Wen suddenly said: "I know why I don't really hate you anymore."

"why?"

"I like the way you look at me. I like the way you look at 'Wen'," Wen said.