galaxy sunset

Zhou Luoluo began to care about his appearance, and when he thought of going to a party with Xie Xinghe, he couldn't control his anxiety.

Picking up the mirror, I found that the pimples from last time left traces. I felt that my skin was not clean enough. I got up and walked to the full-length mirror. Looking at the simple and old-fashioned people in the mirror, I felt that I was not fashionable enough. Luo Luo paced back and forth in the room, gritted her teeth for the last time, picked up her phone and keys and went out.

The first step to change yourself is to cut off the long hair that is about to cover the eyes.

There is an old-fashioned barber shop near the community. The owner is a cheerful old man who likes to sit and read a newspaper in front of the shop on weekdays.

Before Zhou Luoluo entered the barber shop, the old man heard his movement, looked up and saw that he was an old regular customer, so he quickly put down the newspaper, got up and said loudly: "Young man, your hair is growing again!"

Zhou Luoluo nodded, he is a regular customer of this barbershop, and every time his hair grows, he will come over to ask the old man to give him some trouble.It is said to be tinkering, but in fact it is simply trimming with scissors. When the weather is hot, you will use a razor to push Zhou Luoluo into a small crew cut.

When Zhou Luoluo first moved here, she also went to those fashionable barbershops, but the trendy barbershops must sell products and services. Zhou Luoluo couldn’t stand the enthusiasm of Tony’s teachers. After going there once, she dared not set foot again. In half a step.

Accidentally found this old-fashioned barbershop, without the enthusiastic service of a young barber, Zhou Luoluo was relieved, and later he would come here for a haircut when his hair grew.

Once he came and went, he became a regular customer, and the old man became a mature person.

"Should I still cut my hair as short as before?" The old man led Zhou Luo to the pool, and wrapped him in a towel with ease.

Zhou Luoluo shook her head, and wrote on her mobile phone: "I want to have a better hairstyle."

The old man was a little surprised: "Yo, Luoluo knows that she loves beauty!"

Zhou Luoluo blinked.

The old man said mysteriously again: "Are you talking about someone?"

Hearing this, Zhou Luoluo quickly waved his hands and shook his head, his cheeks turned red.

The old man smiled: "That means there is someone you like."

The hot water wetted her hair, and the soft and warm touch made Zhou Luoluo relax a lot, and she didn't deny what the old man said.

"Which hairstyle do you want?" the old man asked.

Zhou Luoluo opened her eyes, thought for a while, and finally shook her head: "I don't know either."

This answer made the old man worry: "I don't know what hairstyle you young people like now, so what if you don't like the result?"

Zhou Luoluo was also a little distressed. This time cutting his hair was different from before. Before, it was broken if it was cut. Anyway, he didn't go out to meet people, but this time he was going to the party with Xie Xinghe. I want to meet those friends of Xie Xinghe.

He frowned, and the old man frowned too.

"Otherwise, I'll ask my wife to bring the magazines from home, let's have a look and see which type you like, and we'll cut it accordingly."

Zhou Luoluo nodded: "Okay, Uncle, please trouble Auntie."

"No trouble." The old man smiled and called his wife.

After a while, the grandpa and daughter-in-law came running with a thick book.

"Auntie." Zhou Luoluo was blowing her hair at the moment, when she saw the proprietress coming, she waved her hand.

The proprietress put the book on the table with a smile on her face: "Take a look and see if you like it."

Zhou Luoluo took the styling book and carefully chose the hairstyle, but he was too dazzled to find the one he liked.

"Can't choose?"

Zhou Luoluo nodded.

Coincidentally, at this time, the phone vibrated, and when I picked it up, I found that it was a message from Xie Xinghe.

Xie Xinghe first sent a picture, followed by a line of text: "The boss bought coffee today."

It was obviously just a very ordinary day, but Zhou Luoluo was happy because of it. The corners of his mouth turned up, and he typed with his mobile phone in response: "That's great."

"Do you want coffee too? Then I'll call you a cup."

"No, I just think your boss seems to be okay."

Xie Xinghe sent a faint emoticon, saying: "I won't feel like this when I work overtime."

"What are you doing?"

Zhou Luoluo looked up at his glasses, and then said honestly, "I'm cutting my hair, it's a bit long." After saying this, he suddenly knew what kind of hairstyle he wanted.

Zhou Luoluo hurriedly typed on the screen, recalling Xie Xinghe's appearance while describing the hairstyle she wanted, and then handed it to the old man.

"Broken hair, the hair on both sides of the ears and the back of the head is very short..." The old man looked at Zhou Luoluo's description and couldn't figure it out: "Little brother, do you have a picture? I'm not sure if I just talk about it."

Zhou Luoluo opened Xin Xinghe's circle of friends, and he scrolled down, only to find a photo of Xin Xinghe.

"Uncle, can it be cut like this?" He asked.

The old man took the phone and looked at it for a while, then returned the phone to Zhou Luoluo, and began to roll up his sleeves.

Zhou Luoluo thought she was about to be rejected, so she looked at the old man with wide eyes.

The old man nodded, "Uncle has cut hair for decades, and has taken over tens of thousands of skulls, it's time to show you!" Then, the old man started to act.

The sound of scissors cutting hair rang in my ears, and the hair kept falling on the ground. Zhou Luoluo looked at himself in the mirror whose hair was getting shorter and shorter, and he couldn't help looking forward to and nervous.

"Show me the cut?" Xie Xinghe sent a message.

Zhou Luoluo bit her lower lip, and held up the phone to the old man: "Uncle, you can help me cut it differently from the one in the picture."

"What's wrong? Don't like it?"

Zhou Luoluo shook her head: "I'm afraid he will find out."

The old man looked at Zhou Luoluo's expression, paused for half a second, and quickly realized: "Success, no problem."

He asked again: "Luoluo, is that person in the photo your girlfriend?"

Shocked and ashamed, Zhou Luoluo quickly waved her hands.

The hair was cut and permed, and it took a long time to finish it. Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhou Luoluo suddenly felt a little strange. He was a little uncomfortable with this new hairstyle, and always wanted to raise his hand to grab it.

"How is it? Do you like it?" the old man asked, looking at Zhou Luoluo's head with satisfaction.

Zhou Luoluo nodded: "I like it."

"It seems that my craftsmanship is quite good, and the technology has not regressed after so many years."

The proprietress who sat beside her and watched for a long time smiled: "Luoluo is good-looking, and she looks good with any hairstyle, so it has nothing to do with you."

Zhou Luoluo's cheeks were hot from the praise, and at this moment, Xie Xinghe sent another message, urging him to send a photo.

He seldom took selfies usually, and the photos he took now were not satisfactory. Zhou Luoluo held his phone and looked up at the old man standing beside him.

"Uncle, can I trouble you to take a picture for me?"

The old man took the phone, clicked and snapped.

Zhou Luoluo was a little embarrassed to look at the camera, and always wanted to bury her head.

After sending the photos, Xie Xinghe was probably busy, so he didn't reply immediately, so Zhou Luoluo waited with his mobile phone in his arms, feeling anxious and looking forward to it.

Coming out of the barber shop, Zhou Luoluo became more and more uncomfortable. He always felt that someone was looking at him from the side. He walked fast with his head buried, not daring to look up at the surroundings.

The phone rang, it was a message from Xie Xinghe.

"very nice."

Being praised, Zhou Luoluo's cheeks warmed up quickly. He didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his face must be flushed at the moment. He covered his face with his hand, and couldn't help jumping up. His heart was as sweet and satisfied as if he had hidden candy.

After chatting with Xie Xinghe for a while, the other party went on to work, Zhou Luoluo took the initiative to contact Fan Jiarong, he wanted to buy some new clothes for the party.

Fan Jiarong was a little surprised when he heard his friend say that he was going to go shopping. After all, according to Zhou Luoluo's personality, even if he wanted to buy something, he would choose to shop online.

Seeing some friends who were different from usual, Fan Jiarong was even more shocked. He looked at Zhou Luoluo with wide eyes, and opened his mouth slightly: "You actually permed your hair?"

Zhou Luoluo nodded and blinked: "What do you think? Is it ugly?" As she spoke, she wanted to reach out and grab her bangs again.

Fan Jiarong was stunned for several seconds, then nodded in affirmation: "It's very beautiful."

Zhou Luoluo changed her hairstyle, revealing a smooth and full forehead and those dark and loving eyes, which made her look quite dazzling.

"Why do you suddenly want to change your hairstyle?" Fang Jiarong asked.

Zhou Luoluo lowered her head and wrote, with a shy expression: "I want to accompany Xie Xinghe to the party."

Fang Jiarong was a little worried: "Can you be alone?"

Zhou Luoluo bit his lower lip: "I don't know, but I want to give it a try." After saying this, he suddenly remembered what Xie Xinghe said to himself, pursed his lips and smiled, and lowered his head to write to his friend: "Is there any more?" Xie Xinghe, don't worry too much about me."

Seeing his friend like this, Fan Jiarong suddenly felt that Xie Xinghe might be able to bring some surprises to Zhou Luoluo's life.

Seeing him staring at him all the time, Zhou Luoluo raised his hand to touch his cheek, and asked with some concern, "Is there something on my face? Or is this hairstyle not suitable for me?" He wrinkled as he spoke. Brows, began to worry.

"No." Fan Jiarong said with a smile, "It's very beautiful and suitable for you, don't worry too much."

Zhou Luoluo breathed a sigh of relief.

Fan Jiarong took his friend to the clothing store he often went to. Zhou Luoluo didn't know much about dressing and obediently followed behind Fan Jiarong. He would wear whatever Fan Jiarong handed him.

"Anyone you like?" Fan Jiarong asked.

Zhou Luoluo glanced at the clothes hanging on the rack: "They're all pretty good."

Fan Jiarong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You like them all?"

"The clothes you chose look good." Zhou Luoluo said.

"But these clothes are meant to be worn on you." Fan Jiarong sat aside and said to his friend, "You choose one yourself."

Zhou Luoluo pursed her lips and shook her head: "I didn't choose well."

"No." Fan Jiarong said, pointing to the clothes that Zhou Luoluo had tried on, "Then choose from here, I have tried them just now, and they look good on you."

"You need to be assertive, otherwise what will you do if you fall in love and be tricked by others?" Fan Jiarong was a little worried when he saw his friend being manipulated by others.

Zhou Luoluo chose a white slim-fit casual suit jacket, a black shirt and a pair of trousers, and turned to look at his friend.

The slim-fit jacket outlined a slender waist, Fan Jiarong nodded and agreed: "It looks good."

Zhou Luoluo was not sure: "Is it too formal to wear a suit to a party?"

"No, it's very beautiful."

Having been affirmed twice, Zhou Luoluo went to check out with confidence. When passing by a counter, he saw a wallet with a black presbyopic pattern, full of gloss, and the brand logo printed on the edge, which looked low-key and elegant.

Zhou Luoluo didn't know how to design carefully, so he felt that this wallet was very suitable for Xie Xinghe. He stood in front of the counter and thought for a while, then called Fan Jiarong to check it out for him.

"To Xie Xinghe?" Fan Jiarong asked.

Zhou Luoluo nodded: "Does it look good?"

"nice."

Zhou Luoluo breathed a sigh of relief, and asked the salesperson to help wrap it up, and then bought a collar clip, intending to give it to the protagonist of the party as a birthday present.

As soon as the two walked out of the shop, Zhou Luoluo received a message from Xie Xinghe.

"Finally off work, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet." Zhou Luoluo smiled.

Fan Jiarong also saw the news, put his hand on Zhou Luoluo's shoulder, and joked with a smile: "We haven't been together yet, and I'll start reporting to you on work."

"It's just chatting." Zhou Luoluo waved his hands.

Fan Jiarong shrugged: "But isn't that what falling in love is like? Two people share their daily life, watch movies and eat together, and the first reaction when encountering interesting things is to tell each other."

He put down his hands and stood where he was, with a more serious expression on his face than before: "Have you thought about how to tell your mother? This kind of thing..." He paused, and said a little tactfully: "Your family The situation is so special.”

When mentioning family, the smile on Zhou Luoluo's face gradually disappeared. He looked down at his toes, his fingers intertwined.

"I..." Zhou Luoluo stopped writing on the screen, thinking of what he had experienced in his childhood, he bit his lips hard: "I don't want to say it."

Whether he was evasive or cowardly, Zhou Luoluo just didn't want to confess, and he didn't want to face his mother.